hannah

words.

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You drove me wild.

Body tingles, if you only knew

Half asleep, I want to dream of you

But how?

Lemongrass and linen release me.

I surrender, a whisper through a quiet mind

“She’s mine” said a low, quiet voice

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Inept man. You expect blind loyalty in exchange for what? You say it’s not a trust problem, but your actions oppose that. You rebuff anyone’s expertise and opinions. What’s that saying, “if you’re the smartest person in the room, you’re in the wrong room”. You believe your way is the only way, how sad and small your world must be. You drive us away and have the audacity to override decisions where you don’t know better. The trees know. Karma always comes back around. Best of luck, fucker

[attemptofpoetry]

Release to receive. Surrender and trust.

Knowful.

I am the queen of swords.

[attemptofpoetry]

I took my power back. Biiitch.

✨Look at me now✨

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You ask me how I am, but I try so hard not to let you see. At least, that’s how I used to be.

I’m a wreck, but I’m vulnerable with you. I say I’m embarrassed about crying at work, and you show me safety and love. This season has violent storms, but we’re seeing the glimmers.

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Overwhelmed. Stressed. This state will pass.

Get out of your head, fraidy cat; the sun begs to embrace you, if only you let it.

One hour at a time, and you’re not alone.

Trust and believe. Be gentle with yourself.

[attemptofpoetry]

Meditate. Hydrate.

Contribute to declining birth rate.

Blank slate. Hibernate.

Don’t pick the bear, they berate.

Grow up, show up.

They’ll never understand you, buttercup.

[attemptofpoetry]

This isn’t the end and I’m not stuck; the universe has a plan and I just don’t know it yet. Everything will work out, this is just another minor setback before launching into the unknown and the next chapter. While it feels like I’m not valued, I know my worth, and I know others see it too. I will find the right hole for my star peg. I am enough.

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I long for you like the willow begs to admire the wildflowers

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Sharp, stabbing pain with each inhale and exhale. Mind scattered and rationalizing. Energy surrounds me, whispering to let go. Surrender your fear. Each passing moment is grounding and unshouldering. Fear is commanding no longer.

I will not bend.

I will not be unbalanced, but I shall prevail.

[attemptofpoetry]

I was talking to the wall, lost in the chaos of memory, when it said,

“Grasping for the past = depression,

Obsessing on the future = anxiety”

I turned away and said, “Lying here with you, I couldn’t be more present, despite the pain radiating out of this broken heart and melancholy tugging me gently under.”

[whompingwillowshire]

Writing idea: please use it!

Astronauts go to space on a mission. Then, nuclear war breaks out on earth wiping out major space programs, and the astronauts in the ISS have to help the other astronauts get to the ISS to figure out a way home with help from an alien species…

[attemptofpoetry]

Overstimulated. Over doing. Too much noise.

Under pressure. Underwater. Recharge.

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I ruminate over what I shouldn’t

I shouldn’t ruminate

I shouldn’t “should talk”

*deep exhale*

I…don’t know

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Not every thought needs to be expressed to you. I appreciate your willingness to help, but it’s not help I need, it’s space

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wind blowing, rain pattering, chimes singing.

Alas, I still cannot sleep

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seeing your inauthenticity fuels my disconnection