Lowlifes from past lives,

Far removed but circling my world,

Like distance planets.

A speck in my universe,

That I pray for a black hole,

To swallow.

 

Genevieve Wolfrum
June 10, 2010

She wants to feel them,
All of them.
Blue when she's sad,
Red when she's mad.
Silver on cloud nine,
White when she's fine.
Pink when she's hot,
Gray when she's not.
Purple- majestic,
Orange- eclectic.
Rust from her scorn,
Black as she mourns.
Ivory for peace,
Teal- release.
Brown for the sow,
Green just to grow.
Yellow for sunshine,
Tan in the meantime.
All of them good.
She feels,
As she should.

Genevieve Wolfrum
May, 2010
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Her heart aches,
With the endless cycle,
Of feigned reciprocity.
Suckling babes,
Cutting teeth,
Feeding their self indulgence.
Justifying their sins,
With their mother's sacrifice.
Her face is Jesus.
Crying, hurting, bleeding.
Dying for the sins of her own,
When all she ever wanted,
Was peace.

Genevieve Wolfrum
May, 2010
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There’s not much time to stop- reflect.

There’s too much going on.

But words are crackin’ in my neck,

As they struggle to come out.

 

Like the low branch of a tree,

Stuck under the ice, debris,

Ready to spring,

When the sun sets her free.

 

No longer grounded,

Her heart is pounding.

And to the sky her reach will grow,

Away from that below.

 

Bursting with new life,

She puts on quite the show.

Fanning plumes of foliage,

A dancer with the know.

 

To Heaven! To Bliss!

There is nothing like this.

Just a beautiful climb,

To the top where she’ll find,

A happily, ever after…rhyme


Genevieve Wolfrum
March, 2010
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Inside the room,

She turned the key.

Locking it out,

She felt safe.

 

Inside the room,

She turned around.

Seeing him there,

She felt safe.

 

Inside the room,

She turned to him.

To feel his love,

She felt safe.

 

Inside the room,

He turned to her.

To make her feel,

She felt safe.

 

Inside the room,

He turned her mind.

To think of him,

He felt safe.

 

Inside the room,

She turned her mind,

From all else,

He felt safe.

 

Inside the room,

She turned herself,

To but a part of him,

She felt unsafe.

 

Inside the room,

She turned around.

She saw the truth,

She felt unsafe.

 

Inside the room,

She turned away.

Ran to the door,

She felt unsafe.

 

Inside the room,

She turned the key.

Unlocked the door,

She felt unsafe.

 

Outside the room,

She turned the key.

Locking it in,

She felt safe.

 

 

Genevieve Wolfrum

February, 2010

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As she looked back she saw it there,

The thread of hope she had weaved.

All along, through the dark pain and dread,

One golden thread now gleamed.

 

As she looked ahead, there he stood.

The thread leading her to him,

Here was the boy with the big golden heart,

Gently pulling her in.

 

And he was to her, what she was to him,

Surely a dream come true.

And she said the words that he wanted to say,

Because both of them already knew.

 

That fate has a way of working things out,

Of showing two souls the way.

Down a new path that’s bold, one that’s covered with gold,

Where love shines upon them all day.

 

 

Genevieve Wolfrum

January, 2010

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Her chameleon skin,
Chafed with familiarity,
Longing to be drenched,
In a new experience.

Her milk bath, a salvation.
No longer a temptation,
But a life of exploration.

What offered not, she turned away.
And chose the fullest cup.
Withholding, a worthless folly.
Today is the day to rejoice.

The plunge, the drink,
Never ending, always sweet.
The world at her feet.


Genevieve Wolfrum Hoskey
January, 2010
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What does the page see,
As it looks back at me.
Blank, we gather.
Reflection is what matters.

For I cannot write without it,
It means nothing, less something's put on it.
Both are the spread,
Of everything said.


Genevieve Hoskey
November, 2009

The most difficult journey,
Was one she had to take alone,
Inside Herself.
She explored Her,
Pondering all choices,
But in a way that did not judge,
That did not see good nor bad,
Only possibilities abound.
And she gave to Herself,
All accountability.
It's all in Her hands from here.
And she took her first step.

Genevieve Hoskey
November, 2009
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They said the right job would make her happy,
But it didn't.
They said the right man would make her happy,
But he didn't.
They said children would make her happy,
But they didn't.
She did not get from that,
Which she could not find in herself.
So she looked into herself to find it,
And she did.


Genevieve Hoskey
September 2009
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