Six young men stood before,

The big machine, impressionable.

There to walk the scholar’s line,

And dare not miss a beat in time.

 

Their strong backs, stiff and straight,

Looked to those with powers great,

To guide their lives like little maps,

And mark their points with golden tacks.

 

But who upon their lives did call,

A man who challenged one and all.

To seize the day as lovers do,

To see beyond what once thought true.

 

Their minds now sang with leaping thoughts,

And their hearts raced with newfound lust.

Imagination found its way,

Into six open windows that day.

 

But in a tragic turned event,

Wicked pride with no relent,

Slammed one window shut, such force.

And this poor soul so lost his course.

 

He died from a broken heart,

Wrenched from embrace, his love for art.

He lost her that cold blustery night,

Without her, he chose instead to die.

 

From that point on, all things grew worse,

Compounding in a growing curse.

Curtains quickly drawn to block,

The sunlight that was believed to mock,

The machine’s methodic clock.

 

And thus these five surrendered hearts,

Returned to their determined parts.

Lured by old voice reliant,

Back to a still compliance.

 

But in one corner, stray sunbeam peeked,

Around the curtain so to seek,

Her captain, oh my captain there!

And now enlightened room aware,

Awoke, aroused with valiant stare.

 

Six young men stood before,

The big machine, now somehow small.

There to walk desire’s line,

And dare not miss a beat in time.

 

 

 

Genevieve Hoskey

September, 2009

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He did not love her,
He did not care.
He did not see her,
Standing there.

She was alone,
She was the moon.
She did not know,
Her dreams fell so soon.

And just like that,
It was gone from their grasp.
A flickering glimpse,
Of love's everlast.



Genevieve Hoskey
August, 2009
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Who do you see on your side,
When you stand behind your wicked pride?

Do you see a mass of greats,
Opening the pearly gates?

Or hear the boots a thousand strong,
With you before, they march along.

Mouths that sing of victory,
Your stance glorified, redeemingly.

But all I see, my friend, is you;
And though your mind may think you true,

You're alone in all this mess,
Of self absorbed feigned happiness.

For no man, as hard as he may try,
Can dare get past your foolish pride.



Genevieve Hoskey
August, 2009

If you could have known me then,

The fresh faced girl who thought every sunbeam was God himself.

An innocent,

Free from that grey power of manipulation and guilt.

Safe from the monsters that creep into our hearts,

Infest our poor minds,

And slowly crawl into our throats.

 

If you could have seen me then,

Walking across that golden wheat field,

That was swaying in waves like the sea.

My mother said it looked like I was walking on water.

I told her I believed I was.

 

If you could have heard me then,

Singing life’s praises at the top of my lungs.

Arms stretched out wide to the world,

Songs of love and all the good things we share.

 

Where did she go you might ask,

And I say that she is still here.

She was always here,

The la la la in the back of my mind.

The kiss on my child’s forehead,

As he lay sleeping, the innocent.

The swirl in my sundress,

As I am planting my garden.

And my wild pondering,

As I stare at those sunbeams cutting through the clouds.

 

And I am keeping the monsters at bay,

They will just have to run along now.

‘Cause I got a lot of growing back to do.

 

Genevieve Hoskey

July, 2009

 

 

What is it that your mind sees,

Flashpoints on these thoughts of me.

 

My sundress dancing in the wind,

Laughter that I can’t hold in.

 

Brown curls that fall across my face,

In the morning light with grace.

 

Lips speak softly at your ear,

With my neck turned, I pull you near.

 

Soft fingertips run down your arms,

Relinquishing my girlish charms.

 

A daisy placed into my hand,

Just to see me smile again.

 

What tells me that these thoughts are true,

Flashpoints on these thoughts of you.

 

Your strengthened back from nature’s tow,

The gentle kindness your eyes show.

 

The confidence in your embrace,

From calloused hands, a subtle grace.

 

Such yawning thoughts your mind brings forth,

And off my heart, they echo more.

 

A sturdy face that speaks sincere,

Yet softly smiles to pull me there.

 

A penny placed into your hand,

Just to hear your thoughts again.

 

On these good things we’re sure to trust,

Flashpoints on these thoughts of us.


Genevieve Hoskey

July, 2009
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Hers is the sweetest soul I have felt,
In a long while.
Through her heart,
I see her eyes.
In her words,
Her beauty lies.
She's got my head dreamin',
And my spirit flyin'.
Through the air,
All the way there,
To her.
Perhaps a fancy notion,
But she fills me with emotion.
And I am glad,
To have met this sweet soul.

Genevieve Hoskey
June, 2009

I laid in her bed,
My dark hair floating,
In her lovely green folds.
My eyes watching Her,
Like Janey said.
Looking in her light blue eyes,
I sigh and feel myself rise.
Her bed and her kiss are warm,
I am swimming in love.

Genevieve Hoskey
June, 2009

Love came to me one night,

So on his back, I took a ride.

Over fields of golden grain,

And through gardens in the rain.

 

We galloped quick through forest green,

And slowed our gait to watch the sea.

Forever earnest did I depend,

That this good ride should never end.

 

To freshest water I would lead,

Replenishing my valiant steed.

Offering him my finest sweet,

To save his ride for me.

 

Until one day he turned away,

My offer of a drink.

I led him there but he just stared,

His gaze away from me.

 

I reached for him to pull him in,

But he just hung his head.

And dragged his heavy hooves through mud,

Pulling all his dread.

 

His back no longer wanting me,

I walked beside awhile.

Traveling like strangers,

For many days and miles.

 

My legs grew tired and my mind numb,

From the worn out road.

I found some rest, food and drink,

And woke up feeling bold.

 

I tossed my head and felt the wind,

And faced into the sun.

My legs braced with newfound strength,

And I began to run.

 

I ran fast and hard all day,

And when the dusk was near.

I looked down at my legs and found,

All I’d ever need was here.

 

 

I found a little pond and gazed,

Into the water’s mirror.

At big brown eyes and shiny mane,

Was I seeing clear?

 

See I became my own that day,

A horse called Love I was.

Running steadfast in free reign,

My own benefit the cause.

 

I may find my way someday,

Back to two but first.

I shall run like no one can,

With un-abandoned burst.

 

 

Genevieve Hoskey
June, 2009 

You put your head down,
Sitting near the edge,
Looking at the floor like you do.
While I guessed what you were thinking.
Thinking all the time,
Loving despondently.

I'm talking with my pen again,
It gives me time to think again.
It's all I do,
Over and over again.

When you're touching all those pieces,
What is it you think?
If your thoughts fell on those pieces,
Where would you find me?

Would I be a piece of sky,
Far away and blue.
Or a sturdy piece of cobblestone,
Always here for you.
Could I be the happy brook,
Roving through the earth,
Or the missing piece,
You overlook.

And where would I find you?
Would you be the tranquil pond,
Waiting on a rain.
Or the rooted tree unwavering,
In its ground to stay.
Could you be the rising sun,
Warming slowly on his way.
Or the missing piece,
I hide away.

These words are for you,
They're always for you.
And maybe you'll write something,
Or maybe you'll play something.
You may do nothing.
It matters not to me,
You know how I believe.
What's in my heart won't leave.
It's all I do,
Over and over,
Again.


Genevieve Hoskey
November, 2008

I am broken,
But not ashamed.
I'll show you all my wounds and pain.

I wear no mask,
You see me now.
And I am understanding how,

I grew this way,
An injured heart,
A fragile girl who fell apart.

Abandoned when my first love died,
I was the apple of his eye.

The one who followed berated me,
And bruised my weakened soul with tease.

My mother's son, with no digress,
Sickened me with thoughtlessness.

Another held in high esteem,
Stripped me of all dignity.

Who was there protecting me?
Why couldn't they see,
What was crumbling me.

So I am broken,
Like so many are,
But I'm betting on my lucky star.

And that lucky star is me.
I'm gonna shine, you'll see.
I am all I need.

I'm not hanging from a thread,
Or perched up on some tree.

My own power keeps me high,
A shining spirit in the sky.

Genevieve Hoskey
April, 2009