Hannah Marr: Favorites

May 2018 Hannah Marr

King Panda

I shred you as cedar
to eat your smell—
a crick of words to ultra face-off
between bone-splitter and bliss
I

am your writer
and my heart’s cavalry
pounds your lips
with sweetness
the

submission of sugar
the

taste of honey
the

number of times
I’ve

had you in comb
buzzing your fuzz-ectomy
into a new mind of flower
to be pollinated
with the lilac breeze
of my going

May 2018 Hannah Marr

Night Terrors

May 2018 Hannah Marr

Jason Elliot

Night Terrors

I grind my teeth when I sleep,
Not because it's a habit,
Or because I sleep 'funny'.
It's because when I sleep
And retreat into my imagination,
Everything I have locked away
Comes out to play.

So when I sleep,
You're there again...alive,
But I have to watch it all again,
I have to relive that pain.

So when I sleep,
She isn't here anymore.
She's with him
And she's finally happy.

When I sleep,
I'm slowly dying,
The pain unbelievable
And impossible to describe.

I don't wake up screaming,
Or writhe about when I sleep,
But I grind my teeth,
I wake up in pain.
You can call them nightmares I guess.
But they're my night terrors.

May 2018 Hannah Marr

Untitled

May 2018 Hannah Marr

Jason Elliot

Untitled

Nothing I do is right,
Even when I write,
This black ink
Corrupts the white paper.

May 2018 Hannah Marr

don't let the kids eat crayons

May 2018 Hannah Marr

Johnny Noiπ

don't let the kids eat crayons

don't let the kids eat crayons
but it's okay                  to let them do drugs;
don't let the dog                       bite the baby
but it's okay for the baby to bite
the dog & the cat won't put up w/
the brat & moves
in next door
the three girls whose faces are painted                         on the bathroom wall are not real people although they can speak;
                         I don't let the dark                     bleed into daylight like an               ink stain from god's fountain pen;
u'll never get out of it alive                            it out but the life
on distant planets have                   no solution to the problem;        so don't                              bother to ask why               set                   they can't write poetry
it just ****** them off;       time                                       no substitute
take advantage of the young teacher in the park                              when no one's looking      she's looking at u;               do the dimensional        no single                      wave & send her flying up  the      chimney;
JooE                                                 the house has remained             for ages at a stand still we are the only things        tingling                                        that grow;                on the surface of        the           ground

May 2018 Hannah Marr

Raisins

May 2018 Hannah Marr

Third Eye Candy

Raisins

pappi ain't got no shoes, no how. that's how you float.
chip a tooth on the moon. and you gots yourself a lawsuit.
sleep with stella, and dangle.
she got a roof you cain't trust.
you got a barn full of blind owls.
and nothin' ain't right 'til you leff it -
where you found
the ******
thing.

and that's not a ruse, it's just ridiculous.

May 2018 Hannah Marr

The things I Am

May 2018 Hannah Marr

Danilo Brito Steckelberg

The things I Am

Prologue:
I Am:
A permanent state of being

I am:
A transitory state of being.

The poem:
I Am nothing
For every cell
Is dying, being born,
Getting old, getting replaced,
Everything is changing;
I am well,
I am fine,
I am worried,
But this are minor am's.
For I Am nothing.

#365poemsofsingularsandplurals

May 2018 Hannah Marr

High

May 2018 Hannah Marr

Leash

High

Hi! or do I mean die?
2 teens sitting in an ally
Ones high on life and the other is high of the pills she found in her mothers medicine cabinet.
Both walking the slender tightrope called love,
knowing at any moment,
one wrong movement could send you spiralling out of eternity.
The only difference between the two, is one has confidence that the other long desired for.

Hi! or do I mean eye, as in an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.
As if lying to the two faced backstabbing ***** called your brain makes the colours in the sky appear brighter.
Taking scissors to the depressing tightrope in hope it will make you happier, I mean I forgot to say thank you, so this is the only way to forgive myself. Braving the plunge for the sole purpose to escape....NO!

But now High.
Yes thats me high, I will fly so high ill soon forget the mistakes of my past. Soon looking down on them thinking they are so small, because hi and high are two different things, and although I am both those teens sitting in an ally where everyday is my darkest day....those eerie thoughts will burn to a blaze.

#depression #borderline #drugs #love #alone #anxiety #fear