Today 1:1

I keep starting these entries but somehow end up not saving correctly or not using this app properly so all my little first paragraphs are disappearing into oblivion.
When I started this blog I did not know how much poetry I would end up writing. I truly enjoy it and find great peace in being able to somewhat express my moments. Even if that great peace only last the short time it takes for me to write it out. But this entry will be the first in a series of several where I try to explain me and my situation. I know that knowledge of the person behind the works (be what ever it is, art, music, poetry, theatre ect..) sometimes takes away for us a part of the mystery that makes it so intriguing and beautiful, so if you think that reading further will take away from my work in poetry then please stop reading

As is the life of any artist, I am in great turmoil. Partially a joke but also sincere, and of course by my own doing. And does it need be asked what it is that could throw one as myself into such a place of great turmoil?
In the words of a monster, a priestess, an adventurer, a divine witness and a human being… It is true love
It is love, my past denial there of, love within me, within others, an infinite connection to this feeling. So many questions for the spiritual and scientific mind alike. It started for me a long time ago when the pain was so great I wanted a way to remind myself of it every time I felt love. So a scar I put on my side, deep and bright where it wouldn’t fade and would be there to remind me throughout my life.. Love is pain. Well I was just a child then, but the scar has never faded and not only was it the flesh of my body that was cut but the ties on my heart for since then it has only run wild and the vision of my eyes shut for it is so hard to see

By honeyrangler Posted in journal



This is my submission for an art contest being held this summer. It’s 30″ by 60″ and will be hanging on main street all summer along with about 30 others

By honeyrangler Posted in art


I’ve tried everything except following my heart. I’ve tried to be right and fair and to do what is accepted by others. Ive tried and it feels wrong. I am enslaving those who want to keep me by allowing it to happen. I’ve drawn a line but it hasn’t been thick or clear enough. Where I went wrong was listening to others. Everyone has their own views, none of us really understands another. If I am not to live my life by grasping onto feelings, trying to explore and understand them… How then should I do it? Follow someone else’s rules and views on what is right for me to do?
When I dream I feel connected. They say that dreams can be your subconscious releasing itself. What is it then that I am subconsciously connected to? I don’t feel it when I’m awake, I feel it halfway when we speak but it has yet to be allowed to come to fruition. When it does, let it last, we will make it last.
I had a dream last night and it was so mundane, nothing unusual or dream like except that we were together, talking and being close. I know that those feelings and that connection is where my heart leads and I am so restless.

Many meanings of 💜

In my perfect world
Time would turn away
Scenes would fade and change
And maybe it would be a little easier
To find you
Maybe I would be a little closer
To knowing what to do

But time is permanent
In its grasp I’m caught
I can’t turn back or pause
Or hold still on the picture of you
I want to
Want to be in the place that’s with you
To have your hands to hold onto

“One day,” you said
“we’ll look back on this and laugh”
I believe that just one day
Would be all that i could ask
If that one day would be
forever with you
Lost inside the dream
That our hearts are beating to

By honeyrangler Posted in poetry

All at once

To say you believe in love
Is like to say you believe in magic,
It is to believe there is something more
Something hidden and beautiful
That is waiting for us
Once we find the key

To say you believe in love
Is like to say you believe in magic,
But our love is not a spell or incantation
My heart is not a butterfly wing
And your voice not powdered diamond
But there is a force nature
that draws our spirits
already intertwined
Closer together

Is the nature of things truly magic,
Is it all spirit and energy
forcing its way free
from the confines
we have created for it?

I take each word you speak to me
They are like shrouds of mysterious destiny
I take all the things you say
And weave them together
Into a cover to keep me safe and warm

All at once
It is true over and over
All the idols come crashing down
I am lost inside you
And you inside me
we find each other there
The distance becomes like
A breeze passing by
And we hear a melody in the silence

By honeyrangler Posted in poetry


The silence it speaks to me
Tells me of what’s to be
Dreams that are laying in wait

I hear the laughter of dance
And of joyful things
The crying of children in vain

All I want is for time to pass over me
Leaving these memories
Like water over falls

All I need is to know that you’re there for me
And the silence will break
At the end of it all

By honeyrangler Posted in poetry

Awaking the dream

I want you to sleep softly my love
And know that I am there with you
For your heart is my dream
And I feel every beat
As it is the rhythm for the wild chant of our love

I want you to dream deeply of me
And know that I am there with you
For my love rides on the wind
And gently kisses your face as you sleep

I want you
The dream that we share each night is real
There is nothing that will keep us apart
There is a point that has yet to come
But begins to awaken each night as we dream

By honeyrangler Posted in poetry

Don’t wake my heart

Three words
They are simple and true

A song,
a novel,
Fine marble statues
Murals on city blocks,
Gardens planted with towering trees
Worlds created and brought into being
Towers that touch the sky
Paintings made of the purest beauty

It doesn’t take all of this to show you
None of it means anything

My tears
My pain
My longing
My desire

All for what
So I can mourn the distance and the separation
When all have
Is the need to speak

To say three words
Simple and true

I love you

By honeyrangler Posted in poetry

Pieces of a broken girl 1

I woke up with words in my mind
Telling the story of us
Of the distance between us
Of the love that carries over it
But when I opened my eyes
It all was lost

And like in reality
I held onto a fragment
Of something that once was whole
And divine

It was there I looked out
From my lonely tower window
And ran down the the image
That I conjure of you every night

In my dreams we dance
And you whisper to me
Things I once heard you say
the moonlight caresses our embrace

By honeyrangler Posted in poetry

What morning brings

Why are you the first thing that I think of
After dreaming of you all night?
Days don’t go by any quicker
When you’re trapped inside my mind
At least you’re there to play with me
To laugh and count the stars
It’s when I turn to look at you
You fade into the dark

By honeyrangler Posted in poetry