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Jan 2016 honeybee

JM

the feeling of loss
not directed towards anything in at all
just the knowledge that the past is over with
that nothing can ever be taken back
nothing can be redone
everything you do is permanent

yet at the same time
we are told that
nothing will last forever
so live in the moment
but to me, the moment only happens once
so I have to make it perfect
and that simply never happens

Jan 2016 honeybee

fears

Jan 2016 honeybee

avery james

fears

i am scared of alot of things.
the unknown things lurking in the darkness.
the depth of the ocean.
the haunting monsters that live in every corner i encounter.
but my biggest fear by far,
is losing you.

Jan 2016 honeybee

#censored

Jan 2016 honeybee

Sonja Benskin Mesher

#censored

so we placed the work on censorship.

little boats, welsh not, #bandaged

books and what nots.

they had been there

some time, yet were not noticed

i guess.

it may have been nose bleed that done

it. she censored it all, shoved in

a drawer, even the refugees

crossing.

i go to the ship now, and

i hear she threw the jazz band out

too.

sbm.

Jan 2016 honeybee

wee hours of the morning

Jan 2016 honeybee

am i ee

wee hours of the morning

the delicious silence
forms tucked away
in beds
dreaming sleeping dreams

the town silent
dark
only the night
shift toils away

and even they
sleep

the sky hidden
by a blanket of clouds
rain paused

a peaceful heart
breathes in
deeply

thoughts abated
warm messages
waiting

an army of wonderful
humans
reaching out to
one another

bringing love and joy
into a little corner of another
part of this little
planet

she spins
out in space
green and blue and white

dear dear Mother Earth
so small when seen from above
so huge when seen from below

peals of laughter ring across her
sobs of sorrow water her

ever there
ever here

we are all one
here on this little
spinning rock

wake up and
be the love
be the light
be the compassion

simply be
in peace
in stillness
in silence
in solitude

~~~

Jan 2016 honeybee

static

Jan 2016 honeybee

oakley

static

how is it that something can still mean
nothing?
how is it that nothing could still mean
something?
and how can the nothing that means something be the same nothing as the something
that means
nothing?

Jan 2016 honeybee

Alone With Everybody

Jan 2016 honeybee

Charles Bukowski

Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

Jan 2016 honeybee

while i'm being honest

Jan 2016 honeybee

Emily B

while i'm being honest

and i know that i need to do some cleaning out
i just might as well say
that i should probably start with me

i started a stressful new job
around the same time
that i became a reiki practitioner
but i put one away
and focused on the struggle of the other one

i find myself pulling away from folks
who don't know how to actually have a conversation

i see all this bitterness and ugly
seeping out in my attitude
and i swear i know better

i need to get out and visit the trees
but **** it is so cold
bear with me
i will be a better me tomorrow

Jan 2016 honeybee

fog

Jan 2016 honeybee

Mateuš Conrad

fog

oh don't mind the warring clear out to be
cleared of warring,
just mind the jitters of being cleared of
warring when there's foggy myopia
and you're involved in apologetics
of some sort, esp. including hawks.