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Honeybee

7:27pm Jul 5 2013 (last edited on 9:31pm Jul 6 2013)

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yeah this'll be my poetry thread woot woot holla

kay hurr's the first two gimme like 2 secs plsandthanxu


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Honeybee

7:27pm Jul 5 2013 (last edited on 10:44pm Jul 10 2013)

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Mermaid


My father the accountant was a hobbyist
fisher of women; he’d bait them at bars
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like watermelon at noon in July.

She wasn’t clueless, my mother
but rather smart enough not to mention
lest he fillet her and eat her whole.

So one night when he was hunting
she locked the door after he left and
escaped out the window and 
fled to the ocean in hopes of escaping
that ravenous bear of a man.

He came home with his catch of the night
unlocked the door to find a beating heart on the bed
and a message in a beer bottle that said:

"I went out to see what was so alluring about the idea
of hunting for clams and ignoring the pearls."



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Honeybee

7:28pm Jul 5 2013

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Lock and Key


My therapist said I needed to get rid of you
and for the longest time I disagreed
I thought that the bruises you gave me
were okay because they didn’t appear on my skin.

You pushed me against the wall one night, though,
and the stars sang an opera in the lids of my eyes
they burned like a supernova and I realized then
this is the end of us

And so when you weren’t looking I hired a locksmith
to make our home my home and
my friends held me that night as
you tried to break down the doors and smash the windows.

Wildfires help forests eventually
but right now my heart and mind feel charred
and with every move my blackened bones
crumble further into dust.



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Honeybee

10:23pm Jul 5 2013

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Carcinogen

The day you left leaving only a note on a bed that said
"I love you so much that I have to leave,"
was the day i folded one thousand paper cranes
and the night i wished on ten thousand shooting stars
hoping that you were smart enough to never come back.

Because to be quite honest, I’m cigarette smoke:
I destroy you if you get too close.



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Midna

11:10pm Jul 5 2013

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'Dat is some nice poetry you got there >u> Depressing yet well written. I applaud you.


Honeybee

8:57am Jul 6 2013

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For anyone who has ever had to walk behind their friends on the sidewalk

We’ve all been in this situation, more
awkward than an ugly ducking in the nest of an osprey
the feeling of unwantedness swoops down like an owl and 
scoops you up and feeds on your self-esteem

That owl guzzles your confidence day in day out
cracks it open like an eggshell and eats the yolk raw,
a cannibalistic emotion with only one goal in mind,
to eat you up from the inside out.

But just as Galapagos Finches evolved to make
the most of their little island, you too can rip free
from the clutches of that loathesome owl,
and run away, run away as fast as you can 
and don’t look back.

Just because you feel like a third wheel, spinning
in circles, doesn’t mean you can’t build another
and ride away, escape that bird preying on you.



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CopperCopper

9:03am Jul 6 2013

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Woah HummingBird you are VERY talented with words! I love your style! You are really good
Aslin

11:53am Jul 6 2013

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Hmmm Interesting


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Dustfeather

12:06pm Jul 6 2013 (last edited on 12:06pm Jul 6 2013)

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whispers frick I love your writing
Particularly the first one. I read it like five times. Sentence structure and emotion and imagery and flow and ;w;
I like the fact that you insert letters and/or personal words from the characters into your poetry. Especially if it's at the end. It always leaves a bit of impact yanno? ;o

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catmat63

12:43pm Jul 6 2013

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Wow this was amazing! Very sad but well written. A great scheme for the poetry and it helps it well. It all flows together like a sunset on the ocean. Wonderful job!


Not many understand how hard life is when you realize youre afraid to wake up
Honeybee

9:25pm Jul 6 2013

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The things I loved about you

The way you sucked up books like they were cherry Slurpees and fell asleep muttering about how much that one sucked.

The way you blew your hair a kiss to get it out of your face on a windy day.

When it was like, a quarter past three in the morning and we went to McDonald’s because I made you crave a McFlurry. (This was before they shrink-rayed the cups)

Making fun of the actors in stupid movies with me and getting kicked out of the theater because we were laughing so hard at someone getting popcorn stuck up their nose.

Knowing that you were my nicotine and staging an intervention before I was too addicted to quit.



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Honeybee

3:28pm Jul 7 2013

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Lace Umbrellas

My therapist said to blow a kiss to a dandelion puff 
to release the bonds of my memories tied to you,
but lace umbrellas don't do a good job
of keeping the rain out.


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Honeybee

5:55pm Jul 7 2013 (last edited on 5:57pm Jul 7 2013)

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For boys who stare longingly into the Women's Clothing section at Target


You stare at the crop tops and babydoll shirts like 
they’re a vintage wine and you’re a member of AA
Longing to feel the cotton on your skin but knowing
that your mother would have an aneurysm,
and you may not be on first name basis with your friends 
if you do.

You wear boxer briefs because they’re the closest thing
that you can get to lingerie, and you pretend your skinny jeans
are actually leggings. 

You don’t want to be a girl.

You know you don’t want to be a girl.

But you don’t know why people care so much 
about you deciding to wear what you feel comfortable in.



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fawn

6:04pm Jul 7 2013

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I really like how you're poems are unique and kind of sad but really realistic, unlike so many poems about perfection and love.
Great job! :D
Honeybee

6:08pm Jul 7 2013

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thank you blrurglhuh (ﾉ)´∀｀(ヾ)


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Honeybee

3:17pm Jul 8 2013

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A black veil affair

I went to a funeral the other day. I 
didn’t really know the girl that well, but 
she was close enough that I felt obligated
to go into a stuffy church filled with friends
and family I never knew and never will.

I can’t say I didn’t envy her. At least she
didn’t have to listen to the priest drone on
with a voice like a fly buzzing in your ear
that you try to swat away but it keeps coming back.

The reception, in my opinion, is by far
the most depressing part. 

You go up and tell the family you’re sorry
for their loss while you could be congratulating
the dead for being blessed enough 
to not have to go to another funeral.



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Honeybee

3:18pm Jul 8 2013

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For boys who look longingly into the Women's Clothing section at Target

You stare at the crop tops and babydoll shirts like 
they’re a vintage wine and you’re a member of AA
Longing to feel the cotton on your skin but knowing
that your mother would have an aneurysm,
and you may not be on first name basis with your friends 
if you do.

You wear boxer briefs because they’re the closest thing
that you can get to lingerie, and you pretend your skinny jeans
are actually leggings. 

You don’t want to be a girl.

You know you don’t want to be a girl.

But you don’t know why people care so much 
about you deciding to wear what you feel comfortable in.



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Honeybee

3:19pm Jul 8 2013

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I pickled my heart in a jar

I don’t think you remember the night when
we stayed up late talking about the philosophy 
from Charlie Brown, eating dill pickles out of
a bargain jar until we got sick of talking 
(and when we both started feeling like throwing up)

Now that you’re gone with nothing but
dust outlines I’m too sentimental to clean 
to remind me of you in our (my) house,
every once in a while I’ll buy a pickle jar
and eat every last bite out of it,
savoring the briny saltiness and sour taste
and the seeds crushing beneath my teeth.

After nothing remains but a sickly green liquid
and I want to throw up, I tear a piece of
my heart and put it in because you always told me
that love was a salty affair.



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Honeybee

3:19pm Jul 8 2013

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Morning rituals

Your morning ritual was kissing me awake,
taking a thirty second shower (I don’t understand how),
and running to the kitchen, hair still dripping
with a few stray soap suds. They splish splash
into the as-you-call-it ambrosia that
you take a long drought of straight from the pot,
burning your lips, savoring the bitter taste
because it reminds you that you’re alive.


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Honeybee

10:35pm Jul 10 2013

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my therapist's office was an aquarium tank

when my mother left for afghanistan i was sent to a therapist.
i never liked him. he prodded and poked me like
a cow to the slaughterhouse, branded my mind with searing hot iron
i called him doctor shark because beneath closed-lip smiles
he had daggers for teeth.

he considered himself a great white, which makes sense because
as i learned in science class one day, it meant he could smell a single
drop of blood five thousand eight hundred and twenty feet away.
he fed on my distress, rended my thoughts and gave me medications
that i still do not understand and still do not work.

he believed himself to be better than me because
he was at the top of the food chain, and i was only a minnow.

funnily enough my absentee mother believed him and not me.



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