BabyBoy

boneandhoney is a small archive of poems and memory fragments.

quiet despair, liminal light, interior landscapes.

while you’re here, take your shoes off.

what you’ll find

* poems (short and long)

* memory fragments

replays. flashbacks. the aftertaste.

* room studies

interiors as memory. rooms that hold their breath. art + poem pairings.

* one-line thoughts under reblogs

how to browse

interior landscape

quiet despair

liminal

boneandhoney

boneandhoney postcards

short poems. 4-12 lines. quick ache.

ghostlight

boneandhoney field notes

messy thoughts. diary fragments. process.

—asks are open

give me 2 words, a color, or a feeling. I’ll write back in lines.

sometimes

In a place that moves at a slower pace

where what’s comin next can wait

Porchlight feelings.

everyone knows where to put you.

Outside the bubble,

the horizon keeps humming

oh, how I wait for the days

i’ll be free

just me, myself and my name

where I practice leaving in my head

never thought even 10 people would like my writing.

thank you for sitting in the room with me.🫶🏾

share their last name.

leave me here.

it all ends the same

ocean blue is the weight

in my throat

mountain green is the place I

keep picturing

where the rain

doesn’t feel like karma.

i keep thinking the mountains

would take it off me

but i’m always the one

left outside

If hungry dogs run faster

then why am I always caught in the rain

@chrystal-is-clear here you go honey💛

Sorry it took so long. Thank you for the inspiration. I like this one more than I thought.

Rainy Days

It’s always attract the ones

having battles inside

ones who worry what other will use their breath to say,

who put me in a box

they decide to hide

for a rainy day

Coating my ears

with what I want to hear

discounting the red flags,

I’m not seeing clear

all can I see

is the future in my eyes

rationality be damned,

i saw you as the prize

family pictures

under a magnolia tree

and blueberry bushes

on our land

I’m still telling myself

I don’t need a man..

Mountain Green and ocean blue

Hope, Repeating

I think of you still,

not moving.

Still perfect as the day I left.

the pain you gave me

changed me in polar ways

sometimes I’d be caught in the ocean

of your eyes.

in others, I’d be counting my days.

My glasses colored rose

was mountain green

the kind of hope

cycling back, hoping to be seen

Tell me I’m worth it,

i’m not

worth it

go ahead and leave

i prefer it

i miss you before

you arrived

i want you here

and i hate that i

want you here

unsaid things are

like souvenirs

Slips into old habits

like I do shoes

stepping back into

old rooms

looking out the window at the

same views

looking out the window

at the same views

and realizing

i’m not homesick

i’m just scared

of new air

It’s always me

i turn everything green

then blame myself

for the stain

Guilt has always been

tied to me

Green is

the part of me

that won’t let go

So sorry! I never saw your message honey🫶🏾 thank you for the inspiration

so bored with sex,

i wanna know what’s behind your eyes.

sick of something sweet

said like a setup,

for the hand on my thigh.

i used to call it a mission.

a game.

a part i kept auditioning for

before the moral

came into frame.

chasing so long

i lost myself in the wind.

now i’m finally

relearning my name.

The way his thumbs fit in his belt loops

or how he leans against the doorframe

I don’t know how he does it

Some kind of magic he casts on me

makes me forget my name

But it’s all fiction

because you don’t see me the same

it wouldn’t take a psychic to make that prediction

Im one who repeats before they listen