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Apr 15 hannah

impostor

Apr 15 hannah

colleen

impostor

there’s an
impostor
in the mirror
and she has
my smile.

Apr 13 hannah

When I Close My Eyes

Apr 13 hannah

November Sky

When I Close My Eyes

It is not just when the wind cuts
like the sharp side of a sigh
and the grit of the world
burns hard
against my lids.

It is when I am asked
too much of the moment—
the cordial crush of a hand
against the shy curve
of my wrist—

I close my mind
when the light rushes
through my lashes
when it spills over my knowing
too bright, too quick—
memory sharpens
teeth biting down
on the soft parts of me.

The world turns
into a room too crowded—
promises clambering over each other
their breath pressing
thick and restless
waiting for me
to choose one to believe in.

And sometimes
it is only for the sake
of opening them again
to see the world sharper—
to let the colors
bleed into my seeing
to watch the light
forgive me
for looking away.

I tried to capture what anxiety feels like from the inside—it is not always loud or obvious. Sometimes, it's the subtle that overwhelms—the pressure of too many expectations, the way even kindness can feel intrusive, or how light and noise can be too much all at once.

#panic #anxiety #stress

Apr 11 hannah

when the sky forgets to end

Apr 11 hannah

Maryann I

when the sky forgets to end

the trees hum in slow green syllables,
and the wind—
soft as breath against sleeping skin—
slips between the spaces we leave open.

cloudlight spills across your shoulders,
a whisper of morning in hues of mist and mint,
and somewhere, the world forgets its weight.

a petal trembles
on the surface of the pond—
not sinking, not floating,
just… waiting.

you don’t speak.
you don’t have to.
the silence fits
like moss in the shape of your name.

everything softens:
the hours, the outlines,
the ache you thought would stay forever.

here,
time is water.
you are the shore.

#dreamscape

Apr 1 hannah

Oh No

Apr 1 hannah

Cassandra Livingston

Oh No

You say you love flowers,
but you cut them.
You say you love animals,
but you eat them.
You say you love me...
so now I'm scared!

Just another cute little something. I found it on the internet and decided to turn it into poetry. ❤️

#cute #funny #love #humor

Mar 31 hannah

Wired

Mar 31 hannah

Maryann I

Wired

Flicker.
              Flicker.
                            Flicker.

nothing,
                  — pulse,
        there’s a hum,
                    a crack in the air
                           splitting sound.

Where am I?

     The sky is
   broken.
                 Can't remember
                            what it looked like.

Eyes?
           Are they mine?
          Flickering too,
                     shaking with
         electric pulse
              crackling through my teeth.

I feel it
         underneath my skin.
Hands don’t
          feel right,
  touch doesn’t
            make sense—
skin is not skin.

            What was I?
                        Who was I?
          Laughter—
no, screaming?
        I—
                      no, not me—

I’m here.
                  I’m here.
                          I am.

     The wires hum louder,
                            closer,
                         louder.

I’m part of it,
             a piece,
                 like a thread
snapped
       and rewound
              in the wrong place.

but it feels good,
        doesn’t it?
               to belong,
                           to dissolve,
               to feel this twist
         in my mind.

I feel it—
                   this weight.
                   It holds me.

        I’m home.

#disorientated #glitch #twisted

Mar 31 hannah

Still?

Mar 31 hannah

Mia

Still?

I don’t dream of you often,
anymore.

But the notes in my coffee
taste like your morning lips,
evermore.

And though your mug sits
on the top shelf, collecting dust,
my vase sits on yours—
collecting more.

Some objects outlive their meaning. Some collect it.

Mar 31 hannah

i see i see

Mar 31 hannah

ragtagradical

i see i see

now
my eye sees with
distorted myopia,
misanthropic dystopia
where I carried on
wandering
in this egregious
hope for utopia.

absurdity.
my mind reels.
hope no longer appeals
wondering
where i go from here

impulse
impulse
impossibility
ha
ha
ha
"upward mobility?"

I'll take a train
I'll leave the car
"far" is not far anymore