<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Blog Entries by &quot;Bambie&quot; | SpaceHey</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/user?id=1257970</link><description>The most recent Blog Entries by the User &quot;Bambie&quot; on SpaceHey</description><item><title>The small things </title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=524870</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=524870</guid><description>I write when I overthink. And I can&#039;t seem to stop overthinking.</description><pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2022 11:33:23 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Operation self-destructions !!TW!!</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=504957</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=504957</guid><description>!!TW!! mentions SH/suicide  Surgeon hands dig inside of me, ripping out all that is unnecessary. I don’t need these parts. I comfort myself. So why does it still hurt? Aching in my chest begging me to run when I am safe. Every</description><pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2022 14:09:30 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>You are my everything </title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=458314</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=458314</guid><description></description><pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2022 10:46:33 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>The gripping bitter bite</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=434297</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=434297</guid><description>She holds you between her teeth. Gripping you, showing no sympathy. No escape in sight. Digging deeper, hitting bone. She feeds you explanations to their action, telling you it excuses them. It isn’t your fault; it doesn’t have to be this way. She makes the vil</description><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2022 14:18:25 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>The smell of lavender (a poem)</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=418054</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=418054</guid><description>The smell of lavender Sweet, bitter yet so strong, The smell that reminds me of you. In the kitchen you&#039;d sing your song, The silence still feels new. I know its been about five years, but my grief hasn&#039;t started to fade. I learnt to hide the agony and tears, letting the pain evade. A part of me is still in</description><pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2022 07:49:03 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Rose coloured glass </title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=409072</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=409072</guid><description>I understand rose coloured glass is already a poem I just did my own person kinda story I have no idea who wrote the original but if you know please tell me and I&#039;ll add a lil edit :)) Rose coloured glass Rose coloured glass filtered my vision up until I was 10. Keeping me in my own bri</description><pubDate>Wed, 11 May 2022 10:25:44 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>The name that makes me flinch. (terrible poetry)</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=405259</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=405259</guid><description>When someone has the same name as someone who hurt you. (If you like this please check out my blog with my other writing)  The name that makes me flinch Everything was falling apart You helped. Everyone in my life was leaving. You stayed.</description><pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2022 10:13:41 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>The spark of a true loves kiss (it isnt a cheesy story i swear)</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=402675</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=402675</guid><description>The spark of a true loves kiss The spark of a true loves kiss is a myth only heard of in fairytale. A myth that seems so real yet so unbelievably fake. People who believe in the spark are the same people who believe in soulmates, guardian angels and fairies. But is it so wrong to believe? At first, the s</description><pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2022 13:08:58 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Falling back into bad habits</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=399759</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=399759</guid><description>Falling back into bad habits Wake up. Shower. Eat breakfast. Brush teeth. Clean room. Make bed. Read, paint, pl</description><pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2022 07:49:51 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>The second place medal (trash poetry if you like that kinda thing)</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=378052</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=378052</guid><description>The second-place medal [ this is terribly written with multiple errors that I cannot be bothered to fix ] There is no trophy for second place. Just a medal.   A metal that holds no other meaning o</description><pubDate>Mon, 11 Apr 2022 11:50:24 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear my family who won&#039;t accept me</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=368707</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=368707</guid><description>!! TW: HEAVY TRANSPHOBIC WITH A SPRINKLE OF HOMOPHOBIA !! Dear my family who won&#039;t accept me, I know you love me. I’ll always know that. I came out as Bi to my family in 2021. I was 13. I walked into the living room around 8 or 9 in the afternoon. My father sat at his computer as he usually did</description><pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2022 11:35:05 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>To: the girl who won&#039;t accept help,</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=366975</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=366975</guid><description>!! TW: Family issues !! To the girl who won’t accept help, I’ve watched you struggle for a year now. Your siblings have different fathers, all unknown. You’ve open called your mother all sorts of names, though I trust that she deserves it. I’ve listened to your family’s arguments and issues as you vent. Always purposely leaving out all sorts of details. You opened up to</description><pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2022 10:17:04 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>To the eyes that watch me</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=273448</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=273448</guid><description>To they eyes that watch me The eyes. Late at night I sit and wait for the eyes to go away. The eyes. The eyes. The eyes. They surround me. Waiting for me to sleep. Waiting waiting waiting. The</description><pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2022 00:20:50 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>To the girl who smells the blue flower</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=271641</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=271641</guid><description>To the girl who smells the blue flower, Day after day the blue flower sits, never being noticed or loved. Day after day I walk through the vine ark and past the garden you stay. The lust in your eyes as they sway with the wind. I wait and watch until you pass, wondering when the day will come. Just as I leave, when you believe you&#039;re out of sight. I watch quietly through the window as you stroll p...</description><pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2022 21:00:16 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Dear the boy who has no idea</title><link>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=266553</link><guid>https://blog.spacehey.com/entry?id=266553</guid><description>Dear the boy that has no idea, I can&#039;t tell you why I feel this way. I barely talk to you and I barely know you. I know you have no idea. You have no idea of who I am, who I really am. You have no idea that I notice you when you walk past me. You have no idea of how badly I wish I could talk to you, about my day, about my life and yours. I try to connect my path to yours, hoping to run into you. D...</description><pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2022 09:44:08 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>