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Beyond the passion of colour
the wind is crawling over trees
clawing at loose clothing
and things
not tethered or secure.
Beyond empathic words uttered
it sings hollow
and then a full
roar
settling its breath
to a sigh as it dies
beyond the texture it brings.
With nothing to mark
its existance except thee.
You can smile, but no one will notice how sad you actually are.
You can wave, but no one will notice how lonely you actually are.
you can sleep, but no one will notice that you sleeping all day because of your depression.
You can look beautiful to someone else, but no one will notice how you put yourself down for the way you feel about your looks.
You won't eat, but then people will notice how you're anorexic.
You can wear short sleeves, but then people will notice that you have been cutting.
You can commit suicide, but then people will realize how they never actually paid as much attention to you as they thought.
Once you commit suicide, then they will all miss you, an realize that you're visible, but why couldn't they do that when you were alive.
Everything could have been different.
Just notice that you are way more than what people and your self make it out to be
At first I thought you were crazy
Started scribbling like you were hazy

Now we are best friends and everything's gravy
You make my life, like I thought it was never going to be

You make my life worth something, like it shouldn't have never been
I don't know what I would do without you

But now I feel roped down
You like to tell me what to do

It makes me mad and crazy, but I can never be mad at you too long.
I mean can you blame me?

You say your going to stop, but haven't you yet?
You see how much it drives me insane
Why haven't you stopped yet?

I need a best friend, not a second mom
In ways you are my best friend but it most ways not

At first I thought you were crazy
Started scribbling like you were hazy

I need a best friend not a second mom
Why haven't you stopped yet?
But I obviously cant be mad at you long?

Can you really blame me?
 May 2016 Hannah Reber
S S
The topography of my mind
Maps the beach at changing tide.

From low to high it's all washed clean
Footprints, castles and trails alike
Unetched slate of flat leveled sand
Grains aligned by blessed wave strike.

From high to low it's all exposed
Fragments, jetsam, seaweed entwined
Littered, scattered on shore amuck
The sting of empty shells combined.

Yes, the topography of my mind
Maps the beach at changing tide
From low to high and high to low
A gloriously exhausting ride.
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What mystery pervades a well!
That water lives so far—
A neighbor from another world
Residing in a jar

Whose limit none have ever seen,
But just his lid of glass—
Like looking every time you please
In an abyss’s face!

The grass does not appear afraid,
I often wonder he
Can stand so close and look so bold
At what is awe to me.

Related somehow they may be,
The sedge stands next the sea—
Where he is floorless
And does no timidity betray

But nature is a stranger yet;
The ones that cite her most
Have never passed her haunted house,
Nor simplified her ghost.

To pity those that know her not
Is helped by the regret
That those who know her, know her less
The nearer her they get.
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If I should die,
And you should live—
And time should gurgle on—
And morn should beam—
And noon should burn—
As it has usual done—
If Birds should build as early
And Bees as bustling go—
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie—
That Commerce will continue—
And Trades as briskly fly—
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene—
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!
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Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.
 May 2016 Hannah Reber
Bri
Insanity
 May 2016 Hannah Reber
Bri
"Society is cruel to make us believe we are sane, but we all secretly know that deep inside our minds, we are all insane."
I am going insane.
Oh wait, I already am.
I see the demons already,
I see the floods.
At least I don't see,
crimson blood.
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