Biography of Ruby Honeytip
I speak my feelings in my little poems and hardly anywhere else.
We come into this world all alone and we are lucky if we leave with someone holding our hand.
My poems are inspired by my life and the lives of others....they are not all autobiographical.....but some are.....I'm not saying which is which.....sorry Red: -)
All my poems are delightfully chock full of cliche. I find there are certain comforts in much used sentiments. For entertainments cause, the trite and predictable can be very popular and enjoyed, luckily for that or the 'Twilight' lady would be a pauper!
Some of my work is a little...erm.....racy. If sexiness offends you...or if you are quite young or religious.....you may want to bypass my poems. Thank you for popping by x
Ruby Honeytip's Works:
Ruby Honeytip Poems
You hurt me, Scared me, Bruised me, Tried to extinguish me
The Mainstream Is Polluted
'Hey, over here! ' Said the road less followed 'Here is the antidote, For the lies you have swallowed.
I think I realised long ago, There are no plans for me There will be no fanfare as I pass through My meat pie destiny.
The wind blowing through your hair, Hits my face from the same direction. I brush the hair out of my eyes So I can keep them on you.
I have no problem understanding The concept of being numberless to you, You can forget me, But I'm still around.
He has an innate kindness That has sown A seed of togetherness Into the middle
My poor heart didn't realize, My brain was so quick to deceive, Curious feet jumped in love side by side, At my age, so naive.
Silent density has settled, Like an aural veil. Ennui bores me with her hungry stare... And I stare back.
Over The Rainbow Bridge
'You don't bring me flowers' Is the song in all my showers The loneliness is all Washed down the drain.
Mourning Has Broken
Today is the morning, You were not my first thought, I still lie here motionless, But I'm not feeling distraught.
Like A Boss
Sometimes...... She wants to sweep her fingertips over the base of his throat as he throws his head back to laugh. She wants to smell the salty ocean air through the pine trees and hear her own soft whimper as he bends to kiss her. She wants to feel him whisper sweet, crazy words close to her ear and delight in the hidden shivers he brings to the depths of her.
No Mans Land
He's seen Hell before And this falls well short. Does she think she can scare him With this thrill for bloodsport?
I am so grateful, You appeared on my horizon. Your smiling eyes, Quirky, such sweet company.
Haiku - Forsaken
She wants to warm him like the sun,
Heal his hurts with a whisper.
She wants to seal her lips with his smile,
And show her devotion,
In a million silent ways.
She will be his buttoned up confidante,
Just so she can stay his quiet darling of spring
And forever bloom in his direction.