hannah-southardWhisper

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An InvitationI am hosting my own funeral today. / Everyone’s invited. / Come watch as I dance around the flames that turn the broken pieces of my being into ash and take a handful with you. Fling my dust to every corner of the earth with as much force as you can muster from hatred, or love, or both.

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Apr 8, 2018

An open letter to the small dark hours of the morning,We don’t usually see each other, / I’m asleep, dreaming myself a superhero, or a maybe a victim / You creep around, so as not to wake me,

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Nov 26, 2013

AshesI have lost my strive for greatness. / The piece of me that wanted so badly to make something of life, has withered away, / dried up from the restless nights where my mind wouldn’t quiet down so my eyes could sleep.

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Nov 24, 2015

BookwormShe donned the hats of worlds / that she so was desperate / to be part of that she became lost.

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Apr 27, 2014

FatePeople like to believe that they are both what is inherently wrong and what is blessedly right in this world. Inside our brains lives both a God complex and the most crippling anxiety to have ever roamed the face of the Earth, constantly battling to keep us walking down a tightrope of morality suspended over the eternal threat of damnation no matter if we believe it or not. / We are born uptight, pretentious creatures, and spend our years trying to paint our beings in the most perfectly haloed light, while trying to make it look like we are not holding the paintbrush for ourselves, but for those around us. We can never be truly selfless, to be completely and utterly so we would have to break our own necks, peel back our own flesh, sacrifice our own immortality (if one can call it that), and be forgotten. To be truly selfless is to take yourself out of the equation all together. To recognize both the significance and insignificance of the sparks flying around your body and mind. / ***

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Aug 15, 2019

FearI don’t feel anymore / As a child I know I must have felt something / Sadness, happiness, love, anything

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May 8, 2016

Heart to HeartA man, about 50, sitting on a street corner, / A change cup sitting in his lap with only a few ***** pennies resting on the bottom, rattling slightly. / A small girl with a blue dress walks along behind her mother, holding her hand.

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Oct 9, 2012

I am StardustI am stardust / I am full of not bones and tissues, but stardust. / If you were to cut me open from neck to naval,

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Mar 6, 2013

In Lieu of BostonI don't believe in fate, / I believe in chance. / I rest my life in probability,

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Apr 22, 2013

I Want to SaySometime years from now, / the last grains of sand will drip slowly from my hourglass, / and the clanging sound of the bucket I have kicked will resound across the nation.

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Sep 5, 2013

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