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Jul 2016 · 723
Real
Hannah Anderson Jul 2016
So this guy is dying
in a recovery bed
Out of surgery
obviously not successful
because he is dying
and his wife is watching
her husband,
brain dead
dying and there is a montage of his moments with his wife
their life together telling
his wife
he loves her
forever.....
but together

And this montage,
its of the life they lived.
I am crying to it, so hard
I'm not super attached to the characters
It's just sad.
really sad.
but the music choice, its a remix
the slow remix ones, they get me
and me not knowing where we are,
I love you.
where are we.
And you don't love me back the way I need you too.
where are we
really?

You and I could be something
really real.
So real
I want to spend my life with you
It scares me that I can know this
20 years old
And I know for 20 more
Or 50
That I could wake up beside you and be content with my decision.

I think we could be really real.
Why are you scared of something that feels good
And right
And real


I am too
but I ignored it


And this is where it got me.
crying about you
while I watch Grey's Anatomy

but think about us, really?
Jul 2016 · 1.3k
Crying Night
Hannah Anderson Jul 2016
Crying Night

You said mean
nasty
horrible
teasing
things

you didn’t think
about what you said
to me

I turned my back
and we sat in silence.
The glow of our phones lighting up our faces
mine, sad
yours, oblivious

mine, a way out of our plans tomorrow
yours, Facebook scrolling

then,
the last straw
the tip of the iceberg
it wasn’t the things he said that night
it was everything
it was me feeling like I wasn’t good enough
our hearts filled not equally

mine, full, overflowing, even
yours, unsure,
you turned to me and tried to make me giggle
react
laugh
at a post
I shoved you
and the flood gates opened
first quietly
then raging
heavy, breathe taking sobs
crying crying

then you realized
this wasn’t a joke
you held me tight
and I told you why
All of it, and you laid and listened
silence
shhhhhh you said.
shhhhhh you’re okay.
shhhh

No,
No I’m not
this isn’t okay.


why am I not enough
the way I feel is too much
I shouldn’t have to hold it all back
You’ve turned me into an insomniac
Apr 2016 · 494
Untitled
Hannah Anderson Apr 2016
don't be confused
I was just your muse
and you can't take me that way
because I know
that's not the way to play
Apr 2016 · 916
Hello, Its lust.
Hannah Anderson Apr 2016
Tricky and sticky
hard to get out of
but easy to get ****** in

how do I tell the difference
are you love?

you are empty promises
you are the relationship with no labels
you are the late night getaways
the text messages I hide away

you are the heartbreak
you are what makes my knees shake
you make me tuck my morals away

as I dance among your lips
I feel the grip on my hip
my wrist held down tight
I blossom into the queen
of the night

Can't you see my body tremble?
Finding pleasure there
Finding love there
And my body
My heart remembers..
As I wait thirsty

Hungry for the next time
hungry for you

This is not love,
this is not what its like
this is not what I longed for every night
it's a trick but it feels right


It's a trick, right?
Apr 2016 · 733
Nonesense
Hannah Anderson Apr 2016
Slowly moving far far away, away form here

to run to the air to leave the strangest kind Summer

The weight of your problems tapping, sinking into you

the sweet air is leaving fast

I'd fly away if you saw me here


somebody, the one not paying attention

is bothering you

because they are missing it all
Slowly moving far far away, away form here

to run to the air to leave the strangest kind Summer

The weight of your problems tapping, sinking into you

the sweet air is leaving fast

I'd fly away if you saw me here


somebody, the one not paying attention

is bothering you
Apr 2016 · 1.5k
I beg of you
Hannah Anderson Apr 2016
I beg of you

A poem for the seniors.
I beg of you, do not go to college.
You've heard it all wrong,
about the future, I mean.
I heard what they told me,
I remember it clealy...
If I want to be happy, if I want a job, if I want to make a living for myself...
I need to apply
I need to make the deadline
I need the best SAT
Take it once, twice?
Okay maybe three.
get good grades
student council
sports
be
everything.


You heard it all wrong.
Have you been out of the state,
the country?
Neither had I.
Just leave
find a program,
volunteer,
work abroad,
see whats outs there.

You are so young,
college makes you sit
it makes you stay
it makes you spend your life away
inside,
in debt,
in class,
inside your head.

You wont be leaving
and if you try
your debt will choke you
you can't leave that behind.
So I beg of you,
get out while you can
Mar 2015 · 787
Portland
Hannah Anderson Mar 2015
Nothing I ever wondered
Nov 2014 · 958
We Are The Runners
Hannah Anderson Nov 2014
We are the runners.
the ones you can't stop
the seekers
we run and search and pray

Looking and struggling for something
that is right in front of our gaze
We want more of you God
we've been asking for days

Then God said "enough"
and he accepted our challenge
and that's how we ended upon this island

Now we run, but stay in the same place
right in God´s hands inside the base
the love we find here
is blessed to us with grace
Aug 2014 · 631
For God
Hannah Anderson Aug 2014
God is there.
You may believe it is superstition.
but when someone drops a penny
and the lands heads up
God is promising he will take care of the person
who finds it.
when your lotto ticket gets randomly picked...
God knows that you need this just for kicks.
Your fortunes have some truth but that can get mixed up quickly.
God made the moon he made the sky
He created it for you and I
and when you read your horoscope
it for sure has some truth.
When you get all your classes with that one boy
, don't take it lightly and soak up the joy.
coincidence is not but God the father has planned it with thought.


but satan puts a black cat in your path to show you the dark shadow that he casts. When you get a paycheck of 666 dollars he wants you to shutter. He gives you the angst when you scream at your mother. Satan puts you to the path under a ladder. takes the opportunity to trip you up. he can take a step away and make you fall. the fallen angels got it all. he has the tricks he has the fix.he has the drugs he sends the thugs. he wants you broken. beat. and bruised he is rooting for you to lose.  the evil one will real you in. why do you think fruit tastes so good!?  to remind you of your sins, and Adam and eves big mistake. to you remind you that you could have had Eden but instead you chosen to fall away. this world is broken abroad it is failing. God knows your pain and He is the real fix. he has the tricks but doesn't use it up like this. he let's you struggle and some to your knees,  he wants to see you beg and plead. he wants you to call out for him and pray and pray till your voice is strained.


so God is coincidence
God is ironic
God is French and  the A you got on it.
God is love
and God is pain
the life you are living is just a game. you are his pieces and he is the player.  Satan is the toddler who turnsyour board  over. you are the puppet, he is the puppeteer and Satan holds scissor so shiny and clear. He is the ocean and you are the fish,  Satan is the net who kills you to feed.

don't fall into temptation and stay away from evil. Go's forgives but he never forgets so don't use his love as an excuse you use over and over again. Every time you turn away , every time you bite the fruit..every time you wish to hurt...you take one step away from God and you're making it a little harder for judgment day.

A relationship grows like flowers, you must water it nurture it and spend time making it better...if you leave it for a week....it will die forever. but here is the news
about go's your Savior. he will not leave and the love will not die but while you are sinning he is crying nearby. so don't break his heart and be sure to guard  yours it can be broken and bruised like troops in the war.

so remember this poem or a little piece of it when you pick up a penny and you see Lincoln's head on it.
God is there.
You made. believe it is superstition.
but when someone drops a penny and here lands heads up God is promising he will take care of the person who finds it. when your lotto ticket gets randomly picked...God knows that you need this and he wants to provide.
your fortunes have some truth but that can get mixed up quickly. God made the moonhe made the sjyhe created it for you and i
and when you read your horoscope it for sure has some truth. When you get all your classes with that one boy, don't take it lightly and soak up the joy. coincidence is not but God the father has planned it with thought.


but satan puts a black cat in your path to show you the dark shadow that hpe casts. When you get a paycheck of 666 dollars he wants you to shutter. He gives you the angst when you scream at your mother. Satan puts you to the path under a ladder. takes the opportunity to trip you up. he can take a step away and make you fall. the fallen angels got it all. he has the tricks he has the fix.he has the drugs he sends the thugs. he wants you broken. beat. and bruised he is rooting for you to lose.  the evil one will real you in. why do you think fruit tastes so good!?  to remind you of your sins, and Adam and eves big mistake. to you remind you that you could have had edden but instead you chosen to fall away. this world is broken abroad it is failing. God knows your pain and He is the real fix. he has the tricks but doesn't use it up like this. he let's you struggle and some to your knees,  he wants to see you beg and plead. he wants you to call out for him and pray and pray till your voice is strained.


so God is coincidence
God is ironic
God is French and  the A you got on it.
God is love
and God is pain
the life you are living is just a game. you are his pieces and he is the player.  Satan is the toddler who turnsyour board  over. you are the puppet, he is the puppeteer and Satan holds scissor so shiny and clear. He is the ocean and you are the fish,  Satan is the net who kills you to feed.

don't fall into temptation and stay away from evil. Go's forgives but he never forgets so don't use hia lovs as an excuse you use over and over again. Every time you turn away , every time you bite the fruit..every time you wish to hurt...you take one step away from God and youre makin it a little harder for judgment day.

A relationship grows like flowers, you must water it nurture it and spend time making it better...if you leave it for a week....it will die forever. but here is the news
about go's your Savior. he will not leave and the love will not die but while you are sinning he is crying nearby. so don't break his heart and be sure to gaurd  yours it can be broken and bruised like troops in the war.

so remember this poem or a little piece of it when you pick up a penny and you see Lincoln's head on it.
Jul 2014 · 291
Untitled
Hannah Anderson Jul 2014
I don't even remember what you smelled like
or how you walked
Now you're gone
in heaven
loving me like hell
Jul 2014 · 967
evening walk
Hannah Anderson Jul 2014
bye.
Do you have your phone?
yes.
okay, bye.

its common, really.
but I don't walk.
I sit
I pick a spot that is cozy
I pick a spot that is lonely
I pick out the stems
and I fill up the bowl
and I smoke
and I smoke
to fill the hole.

The hole in my heart,
The sad in my brain,
The pain of not having you
The anxiety

It fills it all, its all gone.

And I sit,
and I watch the sunset
the water colored sky
I wonder and I watch the clouds
I breathe and lay
It is all okay,
And this is what I do everyday
to make it that way.

but accusations
come and come


No, mom, I do not smoke.
Jun 2014 · 949
Untitled
Hannah Anderson Jun 2014
I notice everything.
And by everything,
I literally mean everything.
I notice when someone stops hitting me up
like they used to.
I notice when the way someone
talks to me starts changing.
I notice the little things that people do,
and the little things they used to do.
I notice when things change,
and when it’s no longer the same.
I notice every single little detail.
I just don’t say anything.
I'm not that different I'm just depressed
I miss him
and I'm sad, ok?
Jun 2014 · 757
10w story
Hannah Anderson Jun 2014
I think I
accidentally
fell in love
with you
again.
Jun 2014 · 343
Untitled
Hannah Anderson Jun 2014
You are the omega of my heart
the foundation for my conception of love
when I think of what a think of a man
and what he should be
its you tha i think of first

you will never fully understand
how deeply my heart feels fro you
i  worry that well grow apart
and ill end up losing you

You bring me to ****** without ***
and you do it all with a regal grace
you are my heart in human form
a friend I could never replace.
You are the omega of my heart
the foundation for my conception of love
when I think of what a think of a man
and what he should be
its you tha i think of first

you will never fully understand
how deeply my heart feels fro you
i  worry that well grow apart
and ill end up losing you

You bring me to ****** without ***
and you do it all with a regal grace
you are my heart in human form
a friend I could never replace.
Jun 2014 · 527
addiction
Hannah Anderson Jun 2014
You're into drugs and im into you
maybe one day I can become
something you're addicted to.
Jun 2014 · 454
gone
Hannah Anderson Jun 2014
I think about you a lot
and it hurts, it really does.
I can't think about your face
without feeling alone.

When you pass through my head
there's that moment
you only know it if you have experienced grief
its a second
if that.
a mili-second.
When you forget they are gone
gone for good.
You want to invite him here, or go there.
You want to watch this with him, or eat that.


Then you remember he is gone
not gone for a moment or a few days
but gone forever, far away.
Jun 2014 · 542
Romeo and Juliet
Hannah Anderson Jun 2014
Oh Shakespeare, how’d you know?
All about how we love
and what we do not show.
You knew the story from the very start
You knew it before I broke my heart.

I love you like the moon
and I love you like the sky
I love you till forever but
I can’t tell you why
Shakespeare knows all about us
he knew about the a party
and he knew about the star crossed love
Love is just too much.

That’s where it starts,
look back when
to a party or
a function or a
grand fancy-pants swaray .
Hey, Juliet-
Romeo can’t breathe without’cha
He can’t eat and he cant sleep
and he wants to be with you
Your running through his mind babe,
how bout it?

Hey, Romeo-
Juliet loved you rom the start.
She hated all your girlfriends
It pulled at her aching heart
She wants you to know all that she cannot say
so she’s writing you a love letter
oh, baby.


You knew about how it ended,
how our hearts broke into to
You knew about how I ached
and cried to think about him too.
It felt like death the serum from that medicine.

I should have thought about eternity
I thought you would always spend it forever here with me.
But who would have known that we gave up way too soon..
I should have thought it through
Before I blew off my parents
and said *******!
Jun 2014 · 1.1k
Dear Adam,
Hannah Anderson Jun 2014
Dear Adam,
Guess what?
All I have of you is an iPod.
It's filled with your songs
It's filled with your thoughts.

I was in your room
i peered insid a box
I was hoping to find something
but you didn't keep much
Not your ****
or your pipe
or your old secrets

I don't understand maybe we wanted to keep it.
I see nothing of you
this is not your room
you didn't live here, I can't tell
It smells like you and your picture is all over
Your blue painted walls
the room is getting older,
There was a bag of razor blades but I don't know what they're form.
I felt kind o awkward in there sitting with your mom
maybe i wanted to kiss you
before you left
or tell you  you were cute
you knew nothing of my heart
and I knew so much from yours
Im torn.
Being in this room makes me squirm and feel all wrong
you left us in the middle
of a new found fairy tale.

You were no prince and I was no princess
but I didn't want that all quite yet.
I wanted you to know, all the things I wrote ini my heart
but you being here to hold my hand and ill say thats a start.


Sometimes I think you'll come around
you'll say you didn't go
you'll say you panicked and got lost
but really it was a joke.
I know its not true
I know I'll never see you
They found your body
They found your car
you were still hot
because you went so far.

now I'm here with your ashes in my bag,
feeling absolutely mad
knowing that I didn't help,
that you cried for me and I couldn't do
what i needed to.

You are gone and i am here,
Ill spead you out here and there.
your dust will flow for a thousand miles
ill float you in the sea
ill flow you in my favorite rose bush
and under your planted tree.

It's funny how it ends so fast,
how people can be gone.
How drugs can make your mind possessed by heartless hopeless thoughts.

It's wired how I can't hold you,
or tell you how I feel.
I wish i could have yelled at you enough for you to stay here...
Jun 2014 · 966
Untitled
Hannah Anderson Jun 2014
How did I love you
you reached for my hand
but I never took it
I'm still thinking I can


You went to that mountain top
you stood up strong and tall
then came out my hand for you
all you wanted to do was fall.
not finished.
Jun 2014 · 2.3k
graduating high school
Hannah Anderson Jun 2014
throwing papers
up in the air
everywhere
wonderful bliss
4 years for this
I miss you now
we talked about how
this would be us
kissing
throwing it up
not giving a ****
i don't give a ****
i really don't

graduating next week
and i pretend to be sad to go
it really doesn't matter
ill walk and ill bow
ill get my diploma
i really don't know how....
I got the papers from the recycling bin
it says a lot doesn't it
May 2014 · 1.4k
Untitled
Hannah Anderson May 2014
Loving you was
the most
exquisite form
of self
destruction

but I did it
I did it anyway
I wanted to reach
and touch
the flame
to bite
the fruit
to see
to hurt
and I wanted you to fix it
May 2014 · 1.2k
waves
Hannah Anderson May 2014
She is like the ocean
                                     Wild
                                                    Untamable
                                                                           Beautiful
                                                                                               Free
                                                            ­                                              *yet so lonely
May 2014 · 489
Like God
Hannah Anderson May 2014
We are like a religion.
We, the tired ones. We,
the middle of the night ones.
We, the howl at the moon ones.
We, the aching.
May 2014 · 4.1k
love like no other
Hannah Anderson May 2014
I think I love too easily.

I find it so simple to pick out the best traits in somebody.
I like to know what makes people tick and what makes their pupils dilate. I can fall in love with the way they talk about
their favorite shades of color
and the way they pick out groceries.


I am interested in the way people take their coffee
and if they prefer tea better.
and why
herbal
caffeinated

I find myself loving people for their laughter
and the crinkles beneath their eyes when they smile.
And I think it’s so cute whenever they suppress their grins
when they think of something funny or memorable.
I love the way people talk about life
and what’s on their mind;
it’s nice to know that there is more
more to discuss than the sounds on mattresses
and the type of plant they inhale.
You are beautiful.
I love the way people spill their hearts out when they’re happy
or when they’re sad.

Sometimes, when they don’t let me love them,
it makes me want to love them even more.

And even when they don’t love me back, I still continue to love.
May 2014 · 3.1k
want
Hannah Anderson May 2014
You will learn how to sleep alone
how to avoid the cold corner but still fill a bed
always be friends with the broken people
they will teach you how to survive
you can love someone and hate them
all at once
you can
i have
you can miss them so much you ache
but still
ignore your phone when they hall
ignore them in the hall
You are good at something
whether it's making someone laugh or saying hello
don't ever let anyone tell you that you don't matter
you will always be hungry for love
always
even when someone is sleep next to you
you will envy the pillow touching their check
you will yearn for a love much bigger than you or i or him or her
you want a love of a higher power and a long life
you want serenity
and you want heaven
you want love
and life
and light
May 2014 · 580
forever
Hannah Anderson May 2014
I miss the way you looked in my eyes
you were more than enough from me
I loved every part of you
I miss the way you look at me
The way I fit perfectly in your arms
this poem doesn't even rhyme is just captured my stupidity.

I sat there on the grass, watching the sun set
in your arms
perfectly content
your hands on my hips
my head on your chest
I believed you were it all
I knew it in my heart
My lips and your lips were all that I thought.

You held me as I cried
I cried for us
and I cried for you
You held me as I cried
I wept and I wept
I said

What if this love ends
what if it fails
don't give up I will love you forever
and you said
you would too
I wanted you forever
you wanted me forever
the deep the dark the good the sad
You wanted to hold me when it was a mess
I wanted you to be there too forever and ever
and we sealed it with a kiss
and the sunset kissed our kiss
the grass held our love
and you held me

And here I am writing this
and there you are with another girl
giving her your mighty world
and here I am writing this
We even sealed it with a kiss
May 2014 · 257
Untitled
Hannah Anderson May 2014
This love is so deep,
it's more than I can stand.
I melt in your peace,
it's overwhelming.
god song, not mine
May 2014 · 431
10 word
Hannah Anderson May 2014
Thoughts drift
hearts break
spines shiver
knees quake
Love lost
May 2014 · 200
Untitled
Hannah Anderson May 2014
lost
lost
lost
lost
May 2014 · 12.8k
suicide
Hannah Anderson May 2014
How dare you think you have the power to take your own life.
You are loved,
you are worth it.
May 2014 · 268
that little girl
Hannah Anderson May 2014
I once knew a girl
who loved with all her heart
who was happy in her skin
who thanked her mom everyday
who danced her problems away
and
cared about her future

Now I see that girl...
she is afraid to give her heart away
she hates her reflection
she yells at her mom and slams the doors
she keeps the pain inside
and
she smoked cigarettes and takes **** hits day after day.



if you look real hard
in the mirror you will find
the girl is inside
May 2014 · 500
love lost
Hannah Anderson May 2014
The feeling of love lost
the feeling of you gone.
I messed it up I really did.

We were happy
you were happy
I was depressed
dark, and sad.
you loved me tenderly
you were kind
you were one of a kind
my kind of man.

I thought it was too good to be true,
the last time we made love
I cried when we were through.
You were all mine and yet I was empty.
You loved me till the end of time but I lost something
So I wanted to find it,
but I didn't want you help.

I needed to figure this out alone,
but how could I tell
tell you all of this without sounding stupid,
without you taking me into love
so I lied

I told you I fell out of love.
I told you I felt nothing.
I told you to stay away from me.
You wanted one last kiss, I  gave you nothing.
You came around later that night,
you asked me            
if you should give up
I said yes
and I bit my lip
and you got in your car
and cried and left
and I sat on my street and watched you drive away
and I cried
and cried
and it was gone
our love was lost,
we were done
and I was lost.

I never quite found what I was looking for
but I know that I would have found it a lot faster
if I was with you.
May 2014 · 717
untouched
Hannah Anderson May 2014
How can you miss something
that was never yours
how can you want something that was forbidden?
I was taken
but you were there
your curly, dark, **** hair.

I was taken,
but you were not
you were rugged **** and hot.

you and I were close as can be,
close as can be with a boyfriend
a boyfriend who called and texted
until I iced up
swearing and yelling that I ****** up
I cheated
I kissed you
we ****** and I lied

little did he know
I wouldn't even sit by your side.
you were fragile, so fragile
I didn't want to touch you
I didn't want to shake you
or wake you from your living dream
I thought you would just break apart.
You big old mystery.
He didn't know I felt this way,
he suspected and he accused

Things unsaid,
things undone
you untouched,
me unloved.
unraveling feelings
unraveling thoughts

I thought I was happy,
so did he,
we loved each other long,
long and tenderly
It was familiar, it was safe.
He didn't know I wanted
all I didn't have

The weird thing is I was happy
and that's what makes this so bad.

You wouldn't be good, poisonous practically.
You were forbidden fruit, but I was hungry.

Now that you are gone
theres nothing I could do
I have a few regrets
one, was not reaching out and touching you.
May 2014 · 1.5k
gone
Hannah Anderson May 2014
I wake up
a shiver runs up my spine
because you are not there
to calm me back to sleep
to lull me back to dreams

I shiver because you are gone.
May 2014 · 570
When someone is gone
Hannah Anderson May 2014
When someone is gone
it hurts your heart
the way no one can describe or compare
a different kind of hurt
you don't know it because it's their hurt,
their love
their memories
that have vanished from
their heart.


When someone is gone there is an empty spot in your day
there is something missing, that they do
there is something missing, that they say
there is something missing that you feel
it feels lonely and dark
sometimes it doesn't feel real.

the moment you know,
everything changes
they are here and gone in a flash.


your heart is heavy
your eyes are sore
your stomach is queazy
your legs are weak.

what do you do without your love
pray?
cry?
scream?

you have to live and live for them
you have to thrive and thrive for them
you do the things you want to do
and you do the things they cannot do
you do it all for them
you do it because they can't
you do it because they didn't want to.
May 2014 · 529
Blue
Hannah Anderson May 2014
The vacant stare
sunken in eyes
sad eyes I saw
sitting at a table during prom night.
Right now you could really sue  shoulder
hanging on to the edge till its over.

So much going around but you were
too calm
too collected.
I knew that blank expression from experience.


I knew when no one else could guess.
you put it all on me, didn’t you.
but I was not mad.
Heartbroken, yes
scared, yes
alone, yes
mad, no

My mom told me not to worry her.
My brother told me I was scaring him.
My bestfriend...I hit her and told her never to speak to me again.
I wouldn't let me boyfriend kiss me.

They all wanted to help
helpless
They all wanted to care
selfish
They all tried to comfort
they weren’t you

I yelled and screamed
I couldn’t breathe.
I shut them out,
I cursed at you.
I hated you
I cried for you
I resented you
up there by choice, how dare you.
But now I know you are my angel instead
you look after me in trouble and I do miss you.
So do they
you had to have it your **** way.
I only see you in my head
but for now that’s okay.

Something about the way you were
You were broken from head to heart  
but I needed saving.

I wish you wrote a letter
I wish you ran away,
left me out.
I wish you said goodbye
I wish you never told me
I didn’t want to cry.  
Is anybody out there?
I wanted you to stay.
Sometimes I wish you would have taken me too..
far far away.

We were 1 week to late weren’t we,
funny how things play out.
You knew all the steps, you hid it well.
When I got that call I wept and fell
on my knees and cried and pleaded,
please please come back
that’s all I needed.






You weren’t all there, in that head of yours.
dark and empty
you were sad but you lived like you would die
tomorrow
tomorrow came too soon and it was up to you.
it was always up to you.

I started to go crazy
I saw A’s on the floor
and had prayers that were answered in seconds.
I had bets that wouldn’t lose.
The wind surrounded me.
Songs of u s played on repeat.
I thought it was all you.

Your color was blue,
and everyone knew
but no one was as blue
blue as you.
blue as you in short version
May 2014 · 18.9k
Blue Heart
Hannah Anderson May 2014
I wrote a poem for my biography to a special person about Adam, I thought you would like to read it.

Blue Heart

You were 18, so many years in front of you.
It felt like a dark eternity, you didn’t want to go.
I saw it in your sunken eyes.
The vacant stare and sad dark eyes.
I saw when you were sitting around the table prom night.
So much going around but you were too calm
too collected.
too inside your mind for us.
I knew that blank expression from experience
All too well.
You screamed for help
silent and loud
I reached for your hand
but you
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You were poised and calm
Broken but full of love.
All I wanted to do was help you.
you were standing still when the world went on
and it did go on, it did, without you.

When you were standing there at the edge
I wondered about you, all in my head.
We were short lived, a friendship that was fast.
You came, changed me, then you left.
it came and went in a flash.

I knew when no one else could guess.
you put it all on me, didn’t you.
but I was not cross with you.
Heartbroken, yes
scared, yes
alone, yes
mad, no


Your color was blue
Blue heart, blue veins
Blue is the color of our planet
from far far away
we wore it proud it was all for you,
a blue solemn silence.
and the world spun fast and
all the people hurried fast, real fast
and no one ever smiled.

You weren’t all there, in that head of yours.
dark and empty
you were sad but you lived like you would die
tomorrow
tomorrow came too soon and it was up to you.
it was always up to you.

Meeting you was bitter
you put me through stress, anxiety and heartache
you put me through shame and shock
All I wanted was you by my side,
and you there was not.

Meeting you was sweet
you gave me smiles and laughs,
good music and thoughts
you gave me a feeling of friendship and care.
All I wanted was you by my side,
but you were not there.

You were poised and calm,
you rubbed off on me.
I was hyped and excited
you called me “ADHD”


You drove an old red beater with water bottles everywhere,
with **** in the glove compartment.
but you didn’t care.
Your drove with sunglasses and the FM radio loud.
You drove in silence, thinking no doubt.


You loved the sun but you would hike for the shade
when we were together you took me away.
I didn’t think, I didn’t have nerves.
We talked about the world
We talked about life
You had a life you thought you didn’t deserve.

Whoever planted that seed
had some **** nerve
you wrote like me but I wrote for myself
you wrote for us when there’d be nothing else.

I knew when no one else could guess.
you put it all on me, didn’t you.
but I was not mad.
Heartbroken, yes
scared, yes
alone, yes
mad, no


When you were gone
I read
and
I read
i wanted to know exactly when
you felt what you felt.
You called me your jav friend
you called me your angel

You are up there watching over me
I yelled and screamed
I couldn’t breathe.

I shut them out,
I cursed at you.
I hated you
I cried for you


I only see you in my head
Dreaming once and a while of your smile,
of your eyes
but they are never dark
they are never sad
they are never empty
The vacant stare is not there.
your hair is a giant mess
and I freeze that moment right there.


You said you were alone
you said it was a secret
you asked me about my darkest
and you told me all your secrets
I have never been in that much peace knowing I kept you there
It felt like moments when it was hours and you were gone too **** soon.
tomorrow came too fast and it was up to you.
it was always up to you.

Now I wear a band on my wrist
and pray for your peace
that is all I have left,
but you mean so much to me.
I hope you are happy,
I hope your journey has ended
and you found what you wanted
My heart was once broken
but soon if all this is true
it will be mended.
This is about my friend who committed suicide on 5/19/13 the anniversary just passed and I wrote this for english.
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Jun 2013 · 414
and I wrote this to you
Hannah Anderson Jun 2013
I didn't think it was this serious
because I know that you were happy.
When you said something
all I could do was call you and beg you to stop,
and in my head
I tried thinking of the last time I saw you,
the last time.
and I wanted to remember if you were smiling,
or laughing
or feeling any joy inside .
then I remembered that the last time I saw you
was not in weight training,
nor at my house
or in the halls
it was in a dream,
and that dream
might have been the only thing I have left
and it might be the closest
and farthest I will ever be from you,
but that dream was the last time I was with you
and the only thing you said to me in that dream was,
"I think I'm going to stay.....I'm gonna stay."

So that's how I know you're here,
and that's how why I know
you could be anywhere right now,
but wherever you are,
I know that you have a smirk on your face
and a hop in your step,
because you couldn't find that here.
Dec 2012 · 1.6k
Hyacinths
Hannah Anderson Dec 2012
Those little blue, grape-like flowers
They remind me of childhood.
Sweet, soft, soothing childhood.
I would spend a warm afternoon,
picking the little bead-like petals off the stem,
for no reason in peticular, just to have them.
They were fun to hold in my hand.
Pretend they were little grapes.
Of course, those “grapes” I never ate.
My brothers would say they are poisin grapes.
They remind me of childhood.

Childhood, so sweet, innocent and good.
No drama, no homework, nothing to worry about.
Just playing house, jumping rope, learnign the ABC’s.
Every year, it was exciting when the time came around
when all the bright golden leafs fell to the ground.
pre-school, kindergarden, 1st grade...there comming now.
We’d be happy, getting older...we’d think
while jumping up and down.

But back then we had no idea, no clue at all,
how much we’d miss those carefree days,
our sweet, soft soothing childhood.
It will all seem so distant later on.
But some memories just wont be gone.
Sometimes you will see that flower,
the flower that reminds you of childhood.
Dec 2012 · 6.7k
Your Smile
Hannah Anderson Dec 2012
Your smile.
Smile.
I think to myself.
Please just smile.
Something about your smile.
your sweet, simple, **** smile.
It razzles my brain.
How can one person go on living
without seeing your smile?

Your smile,
your lively, loving, lush smile.
I can only go on for just a short while
without seeing that wonderful smile.
Something about it flutters my heart.
and thats just the start.

Its like you have a secret,
a secret only you know,
a secret worth smiling about,
a secret that puts a twinkle in your eye.
A secret that makes me smile,
how do you do that?
I want to ask, I really do...
How can you just smile
and make me think of sunshine
and beaches and everything sweet?
How can a smile dig down that deep?
Everyone can smile, everyone does.
I see a hundred smiles a day.
Your smile,
your moving, meaningful, mezmerizing smile.
What is it that makes your smile so sincere?
I thought I might have to pounder this thought for a while.
but then i just thought, Its becuase its your smile.
Dec 2012 · 906
Explaing Summer
Hannah Anderson Dec 2012
April showers bring May flowers,
yes this is true,
but what do Mays’ flower filled days bring?
June.
And what is June to me an you?
June is Summer.
June has that one single day where the bell finally rings,
and you swear you hear angels sing,
but really
its everyone's insane screams.
June is all those wonderful sticky hot days.
Sticky hot days that you can’t possibly seem to get enough of.
June is sunny
sleep overs,
sprinklers,
and
summery goodness.
Summery goodness, how can you explain that vibrant feeling?
I don't think there is a real experience in life
that could equal up to that feeling.
If i had to guess,
It’d be exactly like dancing on a rainbow
It’d be just like flying in a room with a thousand fire flies.
We all know that feeling
of unforgetful, fascinating fun.
Everyday is like a new book, just waiting to be written in.
And every Summer is like a lifetime,
try and look back on one single day,
you know its impossible.
Your mind soon fills with
every other day there has been
and every other day there will be.
Sure, you may have stacks of pictures,
and you may have written in your diary
about that one moment of pure bliss,
or a special kiss.
but those summer days,
no matter how special they may be
could never possible be explained.
and that's what makes those days so special to you.
So, April showers bring May flowers.
Yes this is true,
but what does May bring?
Its way too wondrous to explain.

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