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Hannah Zedaker Jan 2018
All my wishes, they manifest too soon.
Here we go again, the same dance; slow.
It left me there, under the bright blue moon.

Your promises fly by as loons,
signaling me in my cue to go
All my wishes, they manifest too soon.

The world's music of the night held me to swoon,
so, I missed the bus to your show
It left me there, under the bright blue moon.

I hope, I cry out to the beauty of that blue moon
for a chance, maybe these versus may flow
all my wishes, they manifest too soon.

the strings I play hum a broken tune,
but the breeze is forgiving, bringing me those tears in the sky that glow
It left me there, under the bright blue moon

Now, I share a meal with the sister of noon
sitting lonesome and caress the grass below
All my wishes, they manifest too soon.
It left me there under the bright blue moon.
Hannah Zedaker Dec 2017
I haven’t been this happy in quite some time.
I still feel tinges of pain
But they never last long.
They no longer feel the same.

They’re distant you see,
far from the depths of my heart
For the holes that echoed cavernous, fill with webs, holding together what once fell apart.
And I smile.

Because I’m happy
Not obligated
or covering up something more raw and real
but genuinely happy
that’s part of his appeal

These webs catch feelings,
ones of warmth
a calming peace
Those little arachnid legs
will wrap carefully these from greatest to the least
and store them away
deep in the depths of my heart
to call upon those memories
when I feel I'm to fall apart

Hopefully the light lasts
even in my darkest of days
and the butterflies he's hatched
scare the moths aways

away

they'll fly leaving the fields bright and clear,
and comforting darkness
sent off to disappear  
But yet, we all know
that moths attract to light in dark
but maybe I'll learn to love them,
as the Entomologist holds my heart.
Hannah Zedaker Dec 2017
yes, she was beautiful
but sometimes
the most beautiful flowers,
aren’t given the cleanest water.
Hannah Zedaker Dec 2017
You never think it is going to happen to you
Until you hear of a letter from the sheriff’s department,
And the quiet guy in your econ class no longer shows up to school.

You never think it would happen to them
Until you’re laughing over coffee
And someone mentions the events of last friday
And how the police were called in

You never think it would happen to her
Until she’s making jokes about it
But could have been gone forever
May the circumstances had changed

And you laugh along,

But the moment the talking stops,
The smiles fade,
You’ll come to the halting realization

You never think
Hannah Zedaker Dec 2017
Please
Please help me understand
how to date often with ease, and without care
because to open up your own world-
to write a new character into your story-
is

terrifying.

Each new page holds potential
but I have yet to read the epilogue
and I have no idea whether the newest character is to become supporting
or is just a static addition soon to fly off with the wind

I'm afraid

so maybe i'll just close the book

But

as I read along
running my finger along each line
I can't help but love the way the author writes in your smile
and the way you look down when I smile back

oh how I hope your stay in this novel isn't a quest, but a journey, a venture to which the importance is the travel

because I love the way the author writes how tranquility lies stagnant in the deep pools of your eyes.
the eyes that I want to travel alongside
and smile
and laugh

These chapters each end in a cliffhanger all their own
my stomach turns to knots as the following events appear
distant and dangerous

But

As the author may intend,
when you wrap your comforting fingers around mine
I can't help but feel,
at ease
safe
and
pleased.
Hannah Zedaker Nov 2017
You rolled  down the window, and the cold air of the night rushed in.
It pounds on me as a mad woman on the door of an ex-lover,
And as it dissipated, it danced on my skin with feet of lead.
I took this beating, because in the moment
I enjoyed the pain;
.The coolness of the kiss from an abusive mother.
And she whispers in my ear that…
I am alive.
Hannah Zedaker Nov 2017
Love
passionate, powerful
growing changing, fleeting
selfish, sweet, sinful, summit
boiling, shaking, manipulating
fiery, genuine
Anger
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