#shefeelingswrites

[honeyberryart]

Up and down and all around honey Honey Honey That taste sweet and sticky slobber Sludge through my gears Gear she is Words moving up and up until they Latch on like a grappling hook dig in and climb up until they Red she is Fall back down up and down and All around And Cling to one another like Broomsticks like Lady like I'm sorry for the future I I'm gonna be a nice person to you Yeah that's true But I'm sorry for missing you Something Out Oh Oh there's nothing wrong With Oh there's nothing wrong But Oh there's nothing wrong About This This is what the other people think of you Not true This is how you think Not true This is how I think I think I think I'm writing this for you For you Up and down and all around honey Honey honey honey Sweet Sweet dreams come to Come to me baby Baby baby Honey sweet I'm so happy for you and I'm so happy for the day and I'm sorry for missing out on my God she is Oh she is Oh yeah Oh no That was That sounds Like this since high Class I'm not sure How I think How I thought This would be any thing Any thought That anyone would understand would read would comprehend but I write it anyways you can read it anyways from start to finish up and Down and All around, Honey.

[honeyberryart]

It's not easy to admit when a love is dying And it dies in one before it dies in the other It dies in one And then it dies in the air And hair And hands And eyes And then the words come out and it is dead But it's still alive inside the other ALIVE and screaming Screaming because it knows it's dead Dead in a few days, dead in a month, dead tomorrow, And it's screaming and crying all the things it should have done but it's too late now because it's dead And it's hard to admit when a love is dead And it's even harder to kill it It won't be smothered or burned or drowned or hung It will only leave this world screaming and crying and singing and tearing apart its mother Because it isn't easy to love And it's even harder to admit When a love is dead and gone

[honeyberryart]

Haven't been writing poetry, happy sad none no poetry Haven't been drawing anything sad or happy no drawing Haven't been eating When I sleep I have nightmares Not scary dreams just dreams of him And when I'm awake it feels like a nightmare All I can think of is my window at the apartment And how easy it would be once I got home to climb out it and jump off the fire escape It's fine

[honeyberryart]

Things to do after a two year relationship ends: Cry A lot Finish two boxes of Kleenex Run to your roommate and cry Cry more Take a shower Put your contacts in Cry more Text your family Text your friends Change his name on your phone Change your wallpaper Cry more Put some makeup on Don't cut Don't cut Don't cut Go out Watch beer pong Get lit Smoke more Smoke more Smoke more Get a cup of wine Sip it sip it Sip more Smile Rock in a chair Sip it Sip it Sip more Write this

[honeyberryart]

nipples or noses, but not at all penises

my dreams have gotten topsy turvey

my mind doesn't know what it wants

and deep down in my heart

is equally confused

I am all spun around and unravelling

whether this is madness or the most human reality escapes me

but I know one thing clear

I can control myself and no one else

and I just don't know what I want

[honeyberryart]

Nicola La by Ruby the RabbitFoot I can feel myself splitting in two Come over here and hurt my feelings Something bout the A-oo You’re sleeping on the floor oor And then… in the darkness You start to Sing to the last ghost Sing for the last ghost

[honeyberryart]

My morning started looking out the window in my home It’s covered in nice clutter Rocks, wood, incense and mugs And I felt at peace for a short while Full of good clutter And not worried I made my way to class two hours later, and sat at my desk for a long time listening to music and thinking Holding rose quartz in my right hand and hematite in my left I looked up at the window in my studio My desk is pushed against it and the windowsill is covered in clutter Linseed oil and brushes and palettes And I wanted to join the clutter And sit on the windowsill too So here I am with a cluttered brain some dead flowers and a glass palette Worrying about things but at least I love this picture

[honeyberryart]

I used to hate

Giving hugs i

Remember a boy

Made fun of me

Once for flinching

When he touched

My arm. I tried to

Shake it off and

Hold his hand and

He said “don’t push

Yourself”. What an ass.

I fill my time with

People, art, music,

Colors, food, sex,

Lights, paint, books

And love

Because at the end

Of the day, i still

Can’t tell if

Anything is real.

When your dreams

Are clearer than

Your memories and

You lost your

Virginity as a 4

Year old, you

Can never be too sure

About anything.

I know brown eyes

Are the safest

Shade, but never

Trust the hands

Attached, no matter

What color eyes,

Anyways, if i don’t

Exist what does it

Matter? I'll say what

I want, fuck who i

Want. i'll love

Myself and hate

Myself in the

Same breath.

Cutting, tattoos-

Drinking, smoking-

Screaming, singing-

Living, dying-

What's the difference

I'm waiting for the one cut

That never stops

Bleeding

David and eve and eyes

At night everyone

Can touch me,

Everyone can

Reach me. Once i

Wake up no one

Can

He told me i was

Being selfish. I told

Him what i was going

For was the ultimate

selfish/ selfless act.

Removing myself

From the equation

He still visits most

Of my dreams. He

Stands with her and

Laughs.

After 16 years

Ive perfected the

Silent scream

There lives a self that

Can submit and

Dominate without batting

An eye. I have yet to

Meet her.

“A Saint Louis scientist has

Discovered that we shall all

Be crazy by the year 2016.

This, alas, is not the worst

Of it. We shall also be

dead”.

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