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Nov 2014 · 1.1k
Fire & Oxygen
Hannah Nov 2014
I needed him like a fire needed oxygen, my soul set on fire by his radiant heart. my breath caught in my throat as his lips lightly touched my cheek, the fire burning brighter than ever before…
Nov 2014 · 1.0k
LoveMarks
Hannah Nov 2014
I want him.
I want his beautiful blue eyes, blazing with desire and love
his soft, full lips, tracing my entire body and taking my own lips as prisoners of war
kissing me, kissing him with everything we've got,
everything we've kept in, pouring out in this kiss
I want to trace his face with my fingertips,
from his short blonde hair gripped in my tiny hands
to his smooth cheeks and his strong jawline and cup his face in my hands
planting lovemarks on his muscular neck in a shape of a circle; our never ending sign of love
I want to whisper sweet nothings and love poems into the curves of his shoulder;
the place where his shoulder and neck meets and that little soft spot,
near his collarbone
I want to outline his chest with words of forever with my hands
sketching an imaginary pattern of hope, want and passion
taking his callused hands in my soft, velvety one
embedding little butterfly kisses in his palms,
just little shadows of them, quick and gentle,
lightly brushing my lips against his lovely hands
I want his entire self,
giving up all of me to him and him, all to me
hushed words of sweet pleasure escaping from our mouths
like little wisps of smoke, trailing over our bodies that move in perfect harmony
I want his everything,
I want nights spent under the Michigan stars, cuddling against each other
talking about all the randomness in the universe
I want to fall asleep to his steady heartbeat with blankets as our only armour
after giving myself to him, a gift of true love to which I will never regret
I want forever and eternity with him, growing up and getting married
having little blonde kids, watching them run around the house and us laughing at all their silliness
and growing old with him, looking at him each and everyday
with the ever present butterflies in my stomach
doing somersaults and flips off the high dive every time I see him,
even after 50 years together
I want to hold him on his death bed, or he holding me when my time comes
I want us to have our small eternity just like Hazel and Augustus
and our almost happy ever after because even though nothing is perfect,
our ending will be the closest to perfection as possible
I want him forever and always,
just him,
only him,
from now to eternity.
I love you...
Nov 2014 · 1.6k
Dirty Hands
Hannah Nov 2014
don’t touch my soul with ***** hands
your miserable lies lay where you stand
a shadow of filth cling to your back
turn around to a nightmare of black
regrets haunting your every thought
maybe you shouldn't have wrestled and fought
for my own fragile, loyal heart
when love meant nothing as you teared me apart
inspiration off of tumblr, whaaat
Nov 2014 · 2.1k
Wildflowers
Hannah Nov 2014
When she met him
for the very first time
a crown of daisies
laid perfectly on her head
and a smile was splayed across her lips
the radiant sun taken from the sky
and placed all around her
illuminating her silhouette
against the setting horizon
He looked at her with those piercing eyes
immediately creating flowers in her lungs
and growing
She tried to breathe
but was unable,
for his flawless self
took her breath away
replacing them with wild flowers
of beauty
and awestruck
The Christmas roses in the pit of her stomach
held graceful butterflies on their stems
fluttering about
and spreading their beautiful,
wonderfully delicate wings,
flying up into her entire being.
He made her this way,
a beautiful mess
because who wouldn’t
if they met you?
A perfect work of nature
created from the prettiest of flowers
a Primrose to behold,
and a Camelia to hold.
him...
Nov 2014 · 2.2k
Innocence
Hannah Nov 2014
The ocean waves lap over the shore
crashing into the little girl sitting there
her arms crossed over her legs,
hands clasped
her hair in messy waves down her back
a big purple bow holding parts of it together
She sings a sweet tune
of love and beauty
The sun sets in the west
creating a soft glow of deep orange
and light pink
her blonde hair glowing like fire
in the shadow of the setting sun
Her hands dip into the water
creating a ripple in the now still water
She watches as the ripple spreads
like a fire does when oxygen is added
The stars peep out from under the sparsely placed clouds
and the moon casts a peaceful glow on the girl
illuminating a small smile
splayed out on the little girl’s face
As her hand wiggles in the cool water
a small fish starts to nibble on her finger
A laugh bubbles up from her throat
creating a sound like small bells tinkling
Just then her mother calls
she gets up
her yellow dress crinkled from sitting on it
and she walks up to the house
where her mother stands, arms outstretched
the love clear on her face
and all she knows in that moment
is that this love is all she’ll ever need.
Nov 2014 · 445
An Abstract Affliction
Hannah Nov 2014
It is like you have nothing
when in reality, you have everything
and it is feeling opaque
when you are crystal clear
It is an ocean of air
suffocating on nothing and everything
drowning, forever drowning
It is an opponent check-mating the queen,
conquering all,
winning the match
and stealing your pride
and with pride, your hope
Yet it is also glass
for it is breakable but sharp
because even when we rise above it,
the nightmares will always haunt us
except, when these nightmares come,
we are able to see past them
and see through the looking glass, a future,
filled with hope.
Nov 2014 · 1.2k
stolen
Hannah Nov 2014
her naked body
splayed across her bed
arms wrapped against his lean muscular body
breathing in sync
exhale, inhale
body against body
the glass wall now broken
shattering barriers between them
collecting their uncertain love
fusing them together as one
a love unbroken;
solidified,
now has formed
every move he makes
like nothing she's ever experienced
left afterwards to rest
against his body
head against his heart
thumping, fast
then slowing down
like a butterfly wing's flutter
when sleep enfolds him in its arms
and comforts him, simultaneously as she,
oh how that night felt
with him
and oh how she misses
his once undying love,
because that night
and that burning love
has now turned to embers
and blown away with the gusts of wind,
never to be seen again
yearning to be with him
she knew that night meant forever
a bond to never be broken
but he didn't seem to realize this
and broke everything they ever had
like a crack in a line
a hole in a heart
and now scattered embers
blow across the earth
never to be ignited again
September
Nov 2014 · 720
Past Present Furture
Hannah Nov 2014
The stars in the night sky are millions of years old
And it is said that when you gaze into them,
You are looking into the past
Years upon years
Of past lives lived
And stored in those beautiful stars
Concealing all the secrets of people’s existence
I wonder if our futures were written in our pasts
Because stars were created to show us our history
And we were built to glimpse at our futures
Nov 2014 · 1.1k
teenagers
Hannah Nov 2014
Young love,
thinking of
school work,
mean jerks
bullying the weak
drugs freak
parents out
teens pout
for money needed
friends pleaded
no more drinks
before they sink
into amnesia
hospitals induced anesthesia
sneaking out
into the moon’s set route
driving fast
to forget the past
late nights
a city’s lights
shining bright
as friends fight
a good mentality
for the harsh brutality
of our society
creating too much anxiety
for the teens
of a world in between
We are the kids
our parents warned us about
because parents forbid
and teens run out.
Nov 2014 · 637
Captured Me Body and Soul
Hannah Nov 2014
my love, my paramour, my sweet peter pan,
I wish so much to see you again.
your company right now would be oh so sweet,
just like your smile which can
bring all others to defeat.
you have captured my body and soul,
I love,
love, love you with all of my whole.
from the stars and the moon down to my
tiny tippy toes,  
you are my water to my withering rose.
you have stolen my heart from my chest,
no wonder it feels like my heart stops to rest,
thumpthump-thumpthump-thumpthumpthumpthumpthump---
a stop, a pause, a 1,2,3 jump.
off the cliff was the sensation I felt,
when your eyes met mine as my
heart started to melt.
your lips on mine was what I last remember, a
whisper, a hug,
a fire almost burning by a rekindled ember.
Nov 2014 · 966
A longing for rain
Hannah Nov 2014
I was a dreamer
who dreamed many dreams
a dreamer who wrote
with a pencil and paper
instead of an illusionary
paint brush and canvas
I would sit for hours staring at my paper
dreaming of words that swirled about
creating clouds filled with rain,
pouring down on the earth
but only a few drops would even touch me
for a wind resembling mind block,
shooed the words away
while simultaneously hailing
on someone else’s mind
collecting and soaking up all the wonderful words
that were supposed to be for me
and me alone
But a dreamer never stops dreaming
no matter the circumstances
a broken heart for instance
or an interval of inability to write
can never stop the dreams of a writer,
for long,
at least
Heart break and ache have
found me once again
and the few rain droplets of words
that have so stingily fallen on my mind
have yet to hinder my love to dream
for writing is my passion
and one true love.
Nov 2014 · 732
Constellations
Hannah Nov 2014
His eyes were stars in the night sky,
with constellations swirling as nebulas formed,
a mix of the most beautiful, vibrant colors
that collided with each other,
creating a black hole that ****** me in
and captivating me,
transfixing me into stillness.
A statue.
Those eyes paralyzed me
like the ice his eyes were made of
and the stars that created their beautiful glow.
His lips were like scarlet velvet,
soft, full and perfect.
They kissed me with the utmost gentleness
like they were handling a china doll
and as if I was fragile and breakable,
a glass menagerie.
They curled into a smile so sweet and so genuine
that he made me smile no matter what mood I was in.
His hands were unimaginably gentle.
Callused but smooth;
the hands of a guitarist.
They caressed my cheek ever so lightly,
creating an electric spark where his hand once had touched,
an ever so small electromagnetic field.
His hands held mine,
a perfect fit.
As if they were made only and purely for mine.
Him.
Making my heart stop for a second
or turning my heart into a propellor,
breathing in, out,
in,
out,
so fast I feel dizzy.
His humor, one of a clown,
his kindness, one of a kind.
His cuteness, like a puppy,
and his protectiveness,
a part of him that I am very glad for.
He can make time stand still or speed up
until the days and nights run together,
one after another,
one after another,
so quick...too quick.
He is forever on my mind
like a song stuck on repeat,
a broken record repeating my favorite line
of my all time favorite song.
Like a Black Veil Brides song
that someone won't turn off,
yet I don't mind,
because I like it,
just like I like you.
You are he
and she is me.
missing you
Nov 2014 · 378
Sticks and Stones
Hannah Nov 2014
what’s that saying about sticks
and stones
can break our bones
yet words can never hurt us?
As if abusive parents
with words like knives and
school kids’ insults that dug
into our minds
can ever hurt less than broken bones
As if our emotions can be
suppressed down to a tiny ball
and never burst free
of it’s confined imprisonment
Like a headache could be more painful
than the words we were called  
and the whirl of echoed names
ringing through our ears
reverberating through our heads
and through our entire being
Nights filled with cries for help
and days daydreamed until the ending bell
of a world brimming with innocence and hope
Evenings of desperate actions
and dreams of death and white, white spaces
eternal and empty,
horrific and terrible
So don’t tell me that sticks and stones
could ever hurt more
than the words we were called
and the names we got pegged with
like a paper on a bulletin board
displayed for everyone to see
visible
and alone.
Nov 2014 · 1.9k
Crows feet
Hannah Nov 2014
I have always loved
the seemingly insignificant wrinkles
near someone’s eyes
the tiny lines
etched through skin
carving out lakes
and canyons of memories
filled with happiness
and laughter
water droplets
forming a canyon
from years of joyous tears
trails created
by a runner,
wonderful runner’s high,
adrenaline coursing through
his body
blazing trails
through the tiny lines
engraved like an epitaph
on a gravestone
reading:
her laugh was
and always will be
her most beautiful feature
laid upon her well worn face;
the unmistakable imprint
of a life filled with joy
Nov 2014 · 1.5k
*Icy Harmony*
Hannah Nov 2014
She spoke words
that would melt in your hands
drifting slowly
softly
like snow on a winter’s pale dusk
warming itself against an ashen hand
turning itself into a tiny puddle of water
seeping into your veins
and to your heart
seizing it,
and taking it captive with it’s icy aura
forever changing the way
they see the world,
a newfound perspective
filled with peace
for even though her words
are cold to the touch
it is a touch of peace
which with the fire burning in our hearts
can refine
and create a masterpiece with it,
turning this peace
into the even greater burn for desire,
for tranquility
and a great passion for sweet freedom
Her words shaping a world
where fire and ice
live as one
in perfect harmony
and in beloved symmetry.
Hannah Nov 2014
you swept me up in your arms
like a prince charming
kidnapping his Cinderella’s heart;
my heart
you loved me like no other man could
treated me like I was your everything
your moon and stars
your universe contained in a single teenage girl;
me
you took everything I had to offer
everything I had to give was yours
because I loved you;
I did, truly did
but time could only tell when this would end;
a painful end,
filled with lies and misery
you took my everything
and threw it away as if it were nothing
what we did, I did out of total love
as one should do
but apparently none of that meant anything to you in the end
your love tore into pieces from
certain things in life that tried to drag you down
and part of you wasn’t strong enough,
you played the devil’s game
and changed who you were,
left me with a million pieces
of my own broken, tattered heart,
to piece back together
one
by one
I want this love to last forever
but you don’t
I will fight til the end
please don’t forget us,
never lose those beautiful memories
for they are what keep me alive
a space we have created in these past days
will hopefully end
and what we had will hopefully
resurface
and if not
I love you,
don’t you dare forget that
Nov 2014 · 3.4k
Fingerprints
Hannah Nov 2014
It is said that those
who have emotionally touched you
leave an everlasting imprint
on your beating heart
and shining soul
An impression of sorts
like one of a fingerprint,
the swirling patterns of their delicate fingertips
pressed against our skin
leaving a permanent mark
for everyone to see
a tattoo of beauty
or sometimes,
a scar of spiteful hatred
and sham
The imprints left on our skin
eventually travel to our hearts
recreating our character
and traveling to our souls,
shaping us anew
taking and reshaping our very beings
to become a kind angel
or a vengeful demon
refining our once innocent minds
to become something else
Fingerprints pressed to our eyes,
lips,
hands
and feet
either leaving us with good impressions
or wicked intentions
It is not for us to decide
whether those who touch us
leave fingerprints of swirling beauties
or a labyrinth of anguish
but we can decide
what we do with these unique tattoos
and what we create using
their magnificent power.
Nov 2014 · 691
oblivion
Hannah Nov 2014
Where the ocean meets the sky
when the land blends with the horizon
as the sounds of the world fade away
and all is left is a whisper of wind
and then complete silence
This is where life ends
the place where Oblivion starts
But it is not like Heaven nor Hell
for it is not somewhere we go when we die
rather, it is somewhere humans travel to
when they feel left behind, unremembered and unwanted
It is the place to which we get lost in to forget,
not only to forget
but to feel happy
A dream like state to which we wake up
only when we want to
Only and purely a state of ecstasy
where we feel free of the burdens and struggles
that we go through each and everyday
This my friend, is Oblivion
maybe not the Oblivion one may usually think of
like total perpetuity after death
but rather a peaceful place
where dreams make sense
and the past is forgotten for a time.
Nov 2014 · 1.6k
Ecstasy
Hannah Nov 2014
She lay there beside him
cradled in his arms
warmth radiating from him
seeping into her veins
flowing through her blood
creating a blissful peace
an ecstasy like induced state
because he was her drug
blurring the hard edges into soft lines
mixing her dreams with reality
a sleepwalking state of pure rapture
and so she thought
that getting high off of his love
was something she will never
regret.
will you ever come back?
Nov 2014 · 1.6k
Asleep In Reality
Hannah Nov 2014
It is said
that those who do not sleep
confuse reality with dreams
because dreams do contain
the surrealness of reality
A dream
is never as it seems
because dreams are not real
nor is reality
For reality is just a blank face with a mask
shielding and concealing
the true mystery that life truly is
So those who cannot sleep
will never know when they wake up
moving from a dream
and fading back to reality
like an ocean wave
when it recedes
back into the depths of the water
Awake, asleep
awake,
asleep
They will not notice
because dreams and reality
are one in the same
A parallel universe
caught in between.
Nov 2014 · 1.4k
oh beautiful blue eyes
Hannah Nov 2014
Every time they kissed she could see
a spark of light in his beautiful blue eyes
a light filled with passion and love
or sometimes filled to the brim with utter gentleness
when he held her safe against his chest
Those wonderfully captivating blue eyes
could also hold troubled images
his sad blue eyes would shimmer with tears
a desperate, sorrowful shine, coating
his beautiful blue eyes
When he held her hand
his eyes spoke of a story of pure gratitude
a thankfulness for this love and
her tiny hands entwined in his
a sparkle of tenderness in
his beautiful blue eyes
As they talked for hours over the phone
His laughter rang loud and clear
like church bells swaying in the wind
and his voice soothing her into a blissful peace
a rich tone which she held so dear to her heart
especially when his voice would sing a magnificent song
she could just imagine his
beautiful blue eyes
reflecting his smile
in a twinkle of joy
His beautiful blue eyes have since turned cold to her
those eyes once for her,
were now not at all
The love they shone
and the sadness they held
even the dark secrets they hid
would never be hers again
Oh beautiful blue eyes.
I miss him...
Feb 2014 · 670
When I Grow Up
Hannah Feb 2014
When I grow up and am able to drive
I want to live in a small town
Of a thousand and five
And move into a quaint little cabin
With baby blue shutters
And vines with flowers and bracken
Covering the left hand side.
I'll live with my two cats
Bonnie and Clyde.
Those two would lay beside me
As I sit by my modest fire place
Reading a book, with a cup of tea.
I'll sleep in a queen sized bed
With satin sheets
And downy pillows for my head.
I would always leave my widows ajar
letting the warm summer air in
allowing me to see the night's stars.
Feb 2014 · 414
You and I
Hannah Feb 2014
You and I
under the sky
watching the stars
illuminate the water that surrounds us.
he holds me close
as I lay my head against his chest
my ears fill with sounds;
his heartbeat, the crash of the waves and seagulls’ laughter
the sand is soft beneath our bodies
creating a cushion for us
a blanket placed over us keeps us warm
as well as his body pressed against mine
he talks in a deep, soothing voice
rambling on about the random things in life
he talks about us and our future
he talks about his family and past
as well as why the world is what it is
I slowly slip into peaceful sleep
and as my eyes fall heavy and close shut,
he kisses my forehead and pulls me closer
and in an almost inaudible voice, he whispers
“Goodnight my love, sweet dreams”
as the stars shine bright around us,
guiding us in this complex journey we call love.
Jan 2014 · 1.0k
Life's Little Quirks
Hannah Jan 2014
Isn't it funny
how you can see into a person’s life
from just one glance?
watching people
in their own little world
as they go through life’s set goal

Watching someone glance at their watch
immediately knowing
they are late
or seeing a person’s hand tighten against another’s
acknowledging that they are lovers,
completely and totally in love

Maybe witnessing an elderly woman
playing with a complete stranger of a little boy
instantly realizing,
her baby boy never grew up
but died at the age of 2;
she’s remembering him through this little boy

These are the little things in life
I have come to love,
seeing into people’s lives
through their insignificant gestures

People are so perplexing
and I would like to get to know each and every one of them
hear their stories
and be apart of their world
their own story,
their own little novel
Dec 2013 · 1.6k
Protect Me
Hannah Dec 2013
Protect me from what I want
hold steadfast to my good side
save me from the insanity of depression
keep me from my darkest desires that I hide

Protect me from what I want
help me do what’s right
prevent me from hurting this body I’m in
save me from the fires of hell

Protect me from what I want
take my hand and tell me it’s ok
hold me close when I cry
banish my nightmares, tell them to go away

Protect me from what I want:
be careful what you wish for, they say.
I guess i should listen,
because what I wish for
may end up to be,
an irreversible mistake
Oct 2013 · 643
Path of Light
Hannah Oct 2013
the room is so dark
so dark i feel
I’m stuck
in a black hole
I can’t see anything
I’m groping in the dark
feeling my way around,
around all these obstacles
But I keep stumbling;
falling over chairs
bumping into tables
and smacking into invisible forces
I’m alone
with no one to guide me
no one to help me
through this never ending nightmare
Just as my hope has failed me
I see a bright light
the light cascades over the room
engulfing it in a gleaming, gold color
Now I see the room once dark
I now see the places I’ve been
I see the obstacle I have conquered
and know what could have been
now I follow the light
and stumble, no more
Oct 2013 · 1.5k
To Love Is To Die
Hannah Oct 2013
In my life
I have loved
and been loved
shed tears
and have lost hope

To love is to die
as, to hate is to care
We can love with all of our being;
mind, heart, body and soul
then we despise them for breaking our hearts

Love mesmerizes and transfixes us
it takes us captive
then lets go
leaving you there, alone
forgotten, weak, miserable

A life once filled with joy
now a sad, faint memory

This new found sadness
can **** with just one blow
knocking us off our feet,
disarranging our thoughts
and leaving us in despair

To love is to die
as innocence is to pain
you can’t have sunshine
without a little rain.
Oct 2013 · 1.5k
Out Of The Oblivion
Hannah Oct 2013
Out of the oblivion they crawled
Death’s voice beckoned and called
Out of the oblivion they stumbled
A mass of bewildered  people fumbled

Their eyes ablaze with fire
No one gave up or tired
The shepherd, a sign of hope
The shepherd, a reason to cope

Though Death had beckoned once more
The troops fought on with a battle-cry roar
Their swords held high
The shepherd led the goodbye

Death beckoned for the last time and took a mighty tole
The living left to grieve the poor souls
But the shepherd carried on
And led the troops as one

The battle finally ending
People needing care and mending
The shepherd told the troops to fight on
To never loose sight of the light and rage on!

— The End —