poetry
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By: shelbi henny I’ve tattooed the beggar along my left wrist with a bow and arrow signifying the tactics of shooting at the heart with accuracy screaming i love you with force raising my arms straight for clarity taking deep breathes with the knowledge the vulnerability to show strength and weakness that forge such powerthat
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By: Shelbi Henny The frequency of writing the desperationthat shows proof of infidelityi will make you remember the betrayal in the moment before the decision and make the pain of crimes surface into the chest that makes you fold into the audacity thinking I would never know yet i swiftly smile while you dig deeper
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By: Shelbi Henny I’ve swallowed youbit by bitthe consumption latching in the wisdom teeth kissing my tonsils then sliding down my throata fire sensation igniting in my chest beyond the title of heartburn causing wheezes and dry coughsthat leave no explanation but sit in the pit of my stomach while I gasp from weighted titanium
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By: shelbi henny I’ve been bond to guitar stringsintense wordplay and hard tones the sun’s smoldering heatlonely walks air humidity and silent winds the axe steeping into cylinder vessels only allowing waves of comfort while mind controlling a rage those tilts of prudenceresetting controls of gamesreasoning the taboo of strokes making withdrawals and releasing subtletythen
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By: Shelbi Henny The distinction of knowing and kindling tapping the verbal discussion on Do you really know me?Lasting a following that stick and describe so many reasons to characters that disposition yet recalling unlimited minutes and the same number for yearsto empty and nonexistent interactions that friendship doesn’t sustain a cruel yearning for acceptance
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By: Shelbi Henny you’ve been tricked into cyclesstating over and under apologiesthat stain and hold with aggression a backhanded deposition downplaying and exploding actions that surpass emotion and dipped into countless disrespectlosing grounds that leave evictionand I drank there and I prayed here and I tore my identityand spit into my own facewhile repeatedly hearing
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This podcast is available on Googleplay, Apple Podcast, Spotify, and more… Season 3 Episode 164-Hindering
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By: Shelbi Henny There is a drastic space that solace Sounding performance that only studies analytics the common factors voided replacements seem like fractions measuring and crafting notationsseeing that I lied to myself that I’m not craving the probation of centersyet I’ve been wronged in repetitionthat never really stated in loops but planets have evolvedin
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I was tickled by ambition// a lonely hunger of missing indentions// seamless to silently trying to figure// the minimal decisions of who I am// and knowing I can’t ascend to the percussions// i wish it wasn’t// smelling connection when I’m tastefully hungry for success// the hard melodical temper of feeling death// when it translates to
shelbi confessions 