How to Ask

How must one ask when the questions unclear?
Every syllable a realization of what we feared.
Lost only to the pride that make our beds.
Pretending the needs only in our heads.

How must one give when they’ve yet to receive?
Engulfed in a constant state of need.
Longing for even an ounce of change.
Praying for miracles no longer seems so strange.

How must one know when an answers been given?
Especially when the questions been hidden.
Looking closer one may disagree.
Perhaps they’re there, we just cannot see.

Venice Hughes

Downtown Seattle – 1

Just a few pics I took while hanging out with my family before they went back to Texas.  Great day I’d say

This Chica is Published!

I am beyond pleased to have had the opportunity to be published along some some of the most talented writers I know in OUR NEW BOOK simply titled Poetstuffers: An Anthology.  We have put together a collection of some of our best work to date.  A wide range of topics, issues, and events are explored by each individual, and even expose some of the deepest parts of ourselves through each piece presented.  Right now we just have it available as a hard copy, but will soon have it ready for e-book distribution as soon as we can.  I can’t begin to tell you how proud I am of this accomplishment and to be able to share it with all of you.  I will leave a link to the book if you are interested here, as well as create a page with any of my published work so it can be easily found in the future.  I am also working on a little something something of my own as well.  More detail on that later though.  For now, I just want to enjoy this milestone 🙂

 

Mr. Sunrise

He lays his head upon the pavement,
For the first time in his life.
Just off the highway exit
On the corner of 8th and Sunrise.
Mr. Bright Eyes, they called him.
So young and alive,
With a diploma and a dream
To better himself inside.
He had everything he needed
And goals to succeed someday.
He stepped onto the campus.
And was well on his way.
But now he lies here, cold.
Alone.
And with nothing.
He lost it all in an instant
And society watched him in awe.
Tuition’s too high.
And The Government cut his funding.
Couldn’t find a decent job
And As citizens we did nothing.
Except place our faith in the system
To sort him out on its own.
After all, it’s what we paid for,
The shelters, the loans.
The food donated to the helpless
Who lost their place to go.
I saw him one time
Driving down I-5 ,
Shivering in the rain
Dutifully holding a sign.
Praying for miracle
As cars pass him by.
I brought him some coffee
And an umbrella today.
Hoping for a smile
To cross his aging face.
And it did, for an instant.
As tears filled his eyes.
And he told the story
Of Mr. Sunrise

Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes

Self-Acceptance: Defining Yourself Part 1

 

To understand one’s self, one must think
One must clear their mind
And analyze the being
Reflected through their eyes
And try to find the
Definition
Of the one
Who is
“Me”

Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes

Self-Acceptance: Releasing Insecurities

I held it there at my fingertips
And I felt it slipping away.
Just moments before it fell
I had no words to say.
I gave it my all
And now I breathe.
Finally,
I am
Free

Venice Hughes

It Whispered

I hear a pleasant voice
So quiet and peaceful,
Beckoning for me to travel down this long corridor.
Offering its silent support
The voice whispered
“You are not alone like before”.

In an example of my trust
I followed the voice
Past the roar of flames.
Suffering in silence
The voice whispered
“Now who is to blame?”

Lost in disbelief
I plunged into my dilemma
Hoping I can overcome.
Stunned in silence
The voice whispered
“They forgive you for what you have done”.

This was a gigantic burden off my shoulders
And I realized I too had changed.
Beckoning for me to travel down this long corridor
The voice whispered in my ear,
“You have become a stronger person than before”
And then it disappeared.

Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes

Valentine 5-7-5

Chocolate Roses
Covered with gentle kisses
Night has just begun

Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes

The Headache (Psalms Style)

I approached my bed
Hoping to greet sleep

For my head was pounding
A headache stirred underneath

My vision had blurred
And tears ran down my cheeks

The nausea had crept in
And my stomach fell weak

Fatigue had failed me
I just couldn’t sleep

There was no other choice
I had to find relief

So to the kitchen I went
Following instincts

And found the cure within
A bottle of Rapid Release

Venice Hughes

Just for fun write after being food poisoned yesterday.  Not a good time let me tell you.

Remember Me

I do not wish to live
To live amongst the majority
I wish to stand against the crowd
And leave a mark in history
A mark
However small
That will stand for all that’s left in me
Long after the hands have fallen still
I want you all to remember me
Remember me as I stood
As I stood for much more than me
I stood in hope
Rooted in dreams
Like the Legends before me
Legends who wielded a sword
Dulled, but braved their story
Who stood up for what they believed
And like them
I hope you remember me
Remember me as I speak
As I speak for those who cannot breathe
Remember me as I stand
As I stand for those who’ve fallen weak
Remember me for my mind
For my mind thought of more than me
And remember me for my words
For my words bled of poetry
Poetry that twisted the mind
To view the world through a set of eyes
Untainted by the painted lies
That also transcend through history
So remember me as I am
As I am but only me
No more, no less
Just simply me
Though some would say it was my nature
Borderline my destiny
To transcend well beyond the mind
And become much more than just a memory

Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes