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Hannah 1d
I stop and think,
why is it always these
empty holes inside me
that scream
and it never stops.
it feels like
a baby has been born
inside me
and that baby never seem
to stop screaming and yelling
I always question myself
and the universe
why my soul does not
scream for anything
and it is always
these holes
sicken me
it is harsh and sad
I am going mad
it drives me insane
I lost hope and
if it ever comes back
my way,
it will break and
shatter on the waves.
Hannah Aug 5
talk about love,
think about it and observe
It freaks people out, sometimes
but when the feeling is right
when you are so sure of it
when it is vivid and pure
that is when you truly believe
that love is the answer
It is superb, how both of you
instantly click,
having the same exact vibes
you are both so contagious
when you get naked and
feel their skin
and your body temperature
is all the same
when you decide to touch them
they touch you
in the same second
you get to make out and they do too
feeling their skin on yours
getting lost in their beautiful eyes
getting lost in their lips
it is so ecstatic
it is insane, when you find
that one person, your person
you were dreaming of and looking for
all your life.
And you get to find them in
a blink of an eye
i am speechless, at times
i feel words are never enough of
describing what I truly feel
deep down, from the bottom of
my soul. my heart beats,
like the sonic waves of the ocean
in the middle of winter,
when it is empty and cold
and all you have inside your chest
is the same **** holes,
the void that eats your insides
and slowly kills you.
but they show up in your life
and from time to time you know
you start to have a leap of faith
some hope, some gratitude
Hannah Aug 5
it is the epitome of mad terror
I've been lobotomized;
in my nightmares
by ******-analysts
who seek the blood of the
weak and naive
for the guilty and the
geeks
same geeks who strive on books and
their gram of coffee beans
they eat and chew on
to nourish their brain with more
anxiety and horror.

listen to me
  
I tell you  

walk by me

I tell you.

Walk the streets
to the left
holy mass concourse of scalawags
to the right
a pile of wet cigarette butts
and broken garbage cans.
my brain has been castrated.
my guts are tormented from
all my past experiences.
Enter the room;
full of art
melancholic darkwave in the background
and peace.

Do not get out of the room.

I tell you.

(from outside the room)

noises and yelling
people fighting
misery

Reincarnation has to come to an end.

One is enough,
I tell you.
ONE IS ENOUGH.

Now, I swim in my Andromeda and float in the milky way..
Hannah May 4
I wake up in the morning,
there I go to get my
daily dose of caffeine.
I think of him, instantly.
the feeling of a positive flashback,
instead of the PTSD
that is ruining your life.
for once,
It is something good,
something meaningful,
for once, you’re feeling good
when everything is falling apart but,
I have him right next to me,
that eye gaze that makes me weak.
he’s that light at the end of the tunnel
that poets write about and
artists sing about,
he is my morning sun
and the moonlight, at night.
the what ifs and what not.
I look at him with love,
I stare at every little detail, in him
and there is no mistakes
no hard feelings, no negativity
pure emotions,
vivid dreams,
him and me and the future awaiting
for us.
I love him to bits.
Hannah Mar 30
it is the epitome of mad terror
I've been lobotomized;
in my nightmares
by ******-analysts
who seek the blood of the
weak and naive
for the guilty and the
geeks
same geeks who strive on books and
their gram of coffee beans
they eat and chew on
to nourish their brain with more
anxiety and horror.

listen to me
  
I tell you  

walk by me

I tell you.

Walk the streets
to the left
holy mass concourse of scalawags
to the right
a pile of wet cigarette butts
and broken garbage cans.
my brain has been castrated.
my guts are tormented from
all my past experiences.
Enter the room;
full of art
melancholic darkwave in the background
and peace.

Do not get out of the room.

I tell you.

(from outside the room)

noises and yelling
people fighting
misery

Reincarnation has to come to an end.

One is enough,
I tell you.
ONE IS ENOUGH.

Now, I swim in my Andromeda and float in the milky way..
Hannah Jan 29
a sudden itch
down her spine
she lays flat over
the black line
she sang and
she whistled and
she did not notice
the waste of time
drenched in colors
was her soul
of others’ words
she did not care,
at all.
she is sick of doing what
should not be done
for a house in which
she did not bother
and for a partner
she took nobody
and in the abyss
she stared
and in the abyss
in turn glared
is she excited
or is she scared
she is still silent
and the truth awaits
to be declared.
Hannah Dec 2020
I have always been lost
between two things
the need of
tremendous noise
to calm
the rapidness of my thoughts and
the need of soothing my soul.
sometimes, I want to gaze at the moon by
the beach late at night
when it's dark and everyone is asleep but
at other times,
I want to be distorted
by a playlist that is full of sorrowful growling.
I have no other way
but to fill the void of my eagerness
when it asks me
for more and more
to remain at peace with the world.
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