Conrad Ilesia

Joined March 2021

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Descent
I want yahweh to scrape my soul clean, To create within me a new spirit, To make of me a wanderer upon this earth, To make me wonder what it is I cannot see.
By Conrad Ilesia2 years ago in Poets
I have seen roses bleed red
I I have seen roses bleed red and The truest hearts beaten blue but To myself I remain true (Or try to). You stood beside my attempts,
By Conrad Ilesia2 years ago in Poets
Ten February Nineteen Forty Two
Ten February nineteen forty two, the snow looked at me askew from a ditch in Russia (or was it askance) Dusk is falling with my hopes of survival.
By Conrad Ilesia3 years ago in Poets
In My Mind
I I fell in love At zero hour With the sweat coming off my bottle, Waiting and waiting, ready to throttle. I tried to text her again
By Conrad Ilesia3 years ago in Poets
2:17 a.m. (Macy Portela, Part Two)
I We were always an illusion, Macy, my sweet delusion. I see it all now. And oh but how. Just a few seconds more of
By Conrad Ilesia3 years ago in Poets
My Sacrifice
I. (The Middle) It is after 2 a.m., a long night of drinking behind us. We park outside, silent for a moment, engine running, bar noises ringing in my ears.
By Conrad Ilesia3 years ago in Criminal
Beautiful Lie
``` “Je suis un, défait par une femme.” ``` I A beetle murmured From the dirt, “Here comes the sun,” And I believed it.
By Conrad Ilesia3 years ago in Poets
Red
I Today was a hard day. Hell, they are all hard days: clients, staff, vendors, all lying to me. Lies, lies, lies. What’s an honest man to do? Lie back. To my wife, my colleagues, judges. It only seems fair.
By Conrad Ilesia3 years ago in Filthy
Message to Amber (Draft)
¤ EDIT ¤ SAVE Amber. I hate using the name your mother (God rest her soul.) gave you. Très formál. I guess six years after the divorce, I shouldn’t call you < babe > .
By Conrad Ilesia3 years ago in Families
Jazz, Texas
Editor’s Note: The full title of this work is “Jazz, Texas: A Tragedy in Three Acts.” All rights are reserlved by the author Conrad Ilesia (not his real name).
By Conrad Ilesia3 years ago in Confessions
Closers
For Joey: a ghost—as always. I A I am in Sendera, finishing up Dad's estate. I haven't been here in 25 years but I'm out of court before noon and I'm hungry. I drift down Main Street and god damn if I don't find Closers. Or what used to be Closers. Now it's called Downtown Texican Bar and Grill. It looks run down. I consider passing it but I’m not seeing much in the way of alternatives.
By Conrad Ilesia3 years ago in Families
One Night (With You)
> I take the knife from the kitchen drawer. I shine up the waiting blade. This is why I am here. This is what comforts me.
By Conrad Ilesia3 years ago in Psyche