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Jul 2014 · 1.8k
Full of Hopeless Love
Hannah Mary Jul 2014
I just wish
That I knew where we stand
But I already know
Deep down
That we stand nowhere
On a shallow island
Surrounded by the depths of a Black Sea
With no escape

My feelings are trapped
Deep down
Where my knowings are
My feelings are chained together
With my emotions
And my hopes
And my fantasies
They keep sinking down to the bottom of that black sea,
Wherever it's bottom might be
feeling like this ***** and emotions always get the worst of me
Jul 2014 · 271
Think Deeper
Hannah Mary Jul 2014
Maybe the sun and the moon and stars are just supposed to be looked at, not studied to the very core of their structures.
Inspired by the universe
Jul 2014 · 31.0k
Eyes
Hannah Mary Jul 2014
Holes in a wall give you a glance into a skeptical dimension
You see through, but have to ponder on what it is that you're seeing
The dimensions of life are an infinite amount
It just depends on how many eyes you have
And how your line of vision is aligned with the world
Many eyes make up for the blind
Hannah Mary Jul 2014
the clouds
that paint their silhouettes
upon the Earth's surface
hold not just a figure
but respect
for the outcasts
who stay hidden
within their being
and don't prop themselves
into the rays
of the sun
I wrote this while riding in an airplane and looking out the window. I thought it was marvelous how the clouds left shadows on the earth.  I love the sky
Jul 2014 · 2.6k
boundaries are unknown
Hannah Mary Jul 2014
psychologically, anything can be considered 'legal' under the laws of your own being,
even if your heart knows it's not.
I really like how I did this... I love this poem because really you have to think about it. How your mind can trick you into something and your heart knows it isn't true or it isn't right... But your being just does it all because of your brain.
Jul 2014 · 611
Optimism Is Alright
Hannah Mary Jul 2014
you never know when you're going to die
So embrace the light of each day
'Soak up the sun' as they say.
Count your blessings, sweetheart
Because you never know when they'll leave and tear you apart
you never know what you have until it's gone.
Always look up at the stars at night
Because someday, they could lose their light
And leave you staring at a dark sky full of nothing
Take each breath like it's your last
And don't live with a cast around your heart
Love like it's your only characteristic that defines your being
Because if you miss just one thing in life
As small as a flutter of a wing
Your death would be doomed
Your life
deprived.
You never know when you're going to die.
Keep your blessings tied to your heart.
Take the greats for granted.
Wish upon every star.
Love as if it's all you understand how to do.
Well here's a rare poem. It's looking at the bright side of things. I hardly ever write optimisticly but that's just me I guess...
Jun 2014 · 837
Originality
Hannah Mary Jun 2014
we say "freedom" but is that what's really going on here? Nobody is free from other people. Humans destroy each other like it's their second nature and the worst part is, they're relentless. Those people who love causing agonizing pain to others just don't get it. They have been broken into so many pieces that can't be found anywhere. The only way they gain their pieces back is by taking other peoples'. If you don't have happiness, why not take others away to make you temporarily content?
We aren't free from humans. The word "freedom" is just a euphemism for captivity within the human race.
Just always make sure to never lose your true self.
Jun 2014 · 423
Cement Clouds
Hannah Mary Jun 2014
my tears are evaporating into the cloudy surface that bubbles around my brain. With an overcast of grief and sadness, how do I see the sun's rays?
my brain is cemented into my head and can't escape because that is where it was made to be. But what if I want my brain to float freely through blue skies and the cotton clouds? It can not fly through gray clouds, for my brain will not be able to see anything.
the gray clouds create more fear and laughs as the thunder shakes my conscience and the lighting cracks the surface of my wilted brain.
these storms surrounding the currents of thoughts cause the lines that carry those currents to be broken
these storms will not leave until my brain can escape. But through all of the flurries that will never leave, how can it escape?
Wrote this after my heart was slightly broken.
Jun 2014 · 3.2k
Sound waves and ears
Hannah Mary Jun 2014
you hear the waves of the ocean, right?
That sound is water smashing water.

You hear the clapping of hands, right?
That sound is hands slapping together.

You hear the cries of a girl, right?
That is the sound of her heart being shattered by her virtues.

You can hear various sounds
If you just ponder
About your universe.
Not my best but I like the idea of all the different noises created in the world
Jun 2014 · 436
Barricades of Fear
Hannah Mary Jun 2014
our fears
Are made up,
Drawn in the sand.
Our fears
Will be erased
By the various tides
Of the oceans

So let our fears
And our hurt
Be washed away
It's okay to let go
Of our fears
That keep us in our shells

We need to be the little *****
That love to come out
And experience all that the world has to offer
And that let go of what is blocking our way out
To the sunshine
And the oceans
Oceans can be seen in multiple perspectives and it is glorious
Jun 2014 · 507
Anchors
Hannah Mary Jun 2014
You hurt me
Much like humans cause hurt to the planet Earth
Humans don't mean to pollute
Humans don't mean to destroy
We just do
It's our human nature

You hurt me
But I don't think you intentionally do so
You don't understand
How I feel.
I don't understand
How I feel
Which is why this hurts

I just wish
That I knew where we stood
But I already know deep down
That we stand nowhere
On an island
Surrounded by black seas
With no escape

My feelings are trapped
Deep down
Where my knowings are
My feelings are chained together
With my emotions
And my hopes
And my fantasies
They keep sinking down to the bottom of that black sea,
Wherever its bottom might be
Jun 2014 · 305
Why Is It?
Hannah Mary Jun 2014
Why is it
That we get bored?
When there are clouds to look at
Memories to remember
Creatures to discover
Friends to talk to
Music to listen to
Food to taste
Places to go

Why is it
That we get sad?
When there are colors to look at
Oceans to swim in
A sun to glance at
Butterflies to watch
Family to have
Laughs to create
Smiles to make

Why is it
That we get tired?
When there are nights full of lights
Stars to count
Owls to hear
People to meet
Destinations to reach
Bonfires to warm us
Moons to see
Just a spontaneous writing. Nbd.
Jun 2014 · 419
For The People
Hannah Mary Jun 2014
We have to grasp our hearts and glue our fragile bones together for the people who are shattered and yearn to be mended.
you aren't the only one that matters
Hannah Mary Jun 2014
as we ponder on the world
We don't realize how much hate is within
We can't physically see the evil seeping through the cracks of the broken roads
But what we can see
Are the people
Our people
Jarring that evil as it leaks from somewhere beneath our feet
Using it to inject themselves
Creating the evil population
But that's why we, the virtuous population, exist
As there is evil, there is virtue
If only evil walked the earth, there would be no ground for us to stand
If only virtues walked the earth, there would be endless skies of clarity
It is balanced
Equal
So the species of beings on our planet is not black or white
Large or small
Ugly or pretty
but good and evil
Have that burnt into the pink flesh folds of your brain
You cannot discriminate against one
Unless there is evil.
You cannot discriminate against somebody unless they are evil.

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