Hi there. I'm Hannah (as you can see). Words run through my mind in poetic but largely nonsensical streams. So here's my nonsense, have at it. Make of it what you will.
Holding on to the world But only with one hand. Face turned away from it, Looking out and up. Her mind wanders, So far that she can't quite grasp reality.
You haven't been acting like yourself lately. Where's the sweet guy I used to know. I'm not sure what to do. How much can I blame on your condition. I think we need to talk..
Oh, so you're mad at me now. And you're acting like I'm not your friend anymore. Grow up, I've been swallowing my anger at you for the past four years. -___- I need to write something positive..
Some people just set your teeth on edge, make you clench your jaw and bristle like an angry porcupine. Do you always have to act so high and mighty?.
I'm not sure. Honestly, you annoy the heck out of me quite often. I'm sure I do the same. Honestly, I've had trouble even liking you lately. But I love you, best friend. And I don't give up on people.
Believe it or not, I love you enough to use improper grammar.
Wouldn't it just be nice if no one cared to judge us. Wouldn't it be nice if we could be together. What if we had never hurt each other. What if I wasn't afraid to say "I love you" again.
I make self-deprecating jokes quite often. The purpose of these jokes is to put people at ease and teach them to laugh at themselves.
One of these days...one of these days, I swear....
You know what I love about my soccer team. We're all honest there. When you hate someone on the team, or someone hates you, no one tries too hard to hide it.
I'd like to tell you a story. This is the story of a sizeable chunk of rose quartz, a little smaller than my palm and very beautiful. One day, when I was about six, I was at a friend's house.
slowly fal l i ng to pi e c e s -and I can't do a thing. sorry for the melodrama, I write what I feel.
Why am I sad all of the time, you ask. Because what we have is beautiful, And imperfect, And incredible. But I can't help but feel That what we have Can't last.
one for me. two for us. three for a tricycle. four for a bus. five for playtime. six for work. seven for a date. eight for a jerk. nine for heartbreak. ten for grief. eleven for an apology.
let the winds come let me stand strong let the fools run let my heart long.
If the world stood still I'd find all beautiful things And preserve each one.
Waiting in the wings, What am I to do. The scene is great But honestly I'm only watching you. Waiting in the wings While you play the star.
Feather floating full of dreams, Nothing is quite as it seems. Leaf observing, learning still, Growing strong in mind and will. -a piece of a longer poem.
She laid her head against the window with a dull thump and tried to block out the voices. Her parents, arguing. Again. She couldn't even remember what the fight was about this time.
Baroque music is like an idea, Classical music is like a thought, Romantic music is like a feeling, Contemporary music is like a dream. That music that haunts you for years after you've heard it.
breathe go stop do don't just live no move now look wake up calm down wait listen pay attention don't move please remember think first be brave always wonder be aware. -a poem for your own rhythm.
Tell me tell me What could I be. As light as a feather, As strong as the sea. Or am I to live As a page in a book. A painting. A rosebush. A fish on a hook.
Work lights at midnight Tired eyes, tired mind, dreading dawn. Expect exhaustion..
Where has this app been all of my life, when I needed to share my literary nonsense?.