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Oh No

4d 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

5d hannah

Wired

5d 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

5d hannah

Still?

5d 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.

5d hannah

i see i see

5d hannah

Alex Yao

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

Mar 11 hannah

Good

Mar 11 hannah

Shrimp

Good

I am cursed.
Handed down to me by my mother,
Gently,
Softly,
Whispered,
I am cursed.

"This feeling is a blessing!
To know what the soul knows,
To feel the weight of a sigh,
To know the hurt behind a tense laugh--
This feeling means you are good."

This feeling is a curse.
To bear the unknown,
To hold sharp ends of knives,
To carry the weight on my shoulders--
This feeling means I can never be just good.

Disguised as a blessing, this curse runs deep.
You feel it in your heart now, don't you?
Every creak in the forest,
Every cry,
Every sound that was not made.

It runs until you can't hide from it,
It's light so blinding you believe it to be God.
It puts it's hands on your eyes,
And cradles your face so gently.
You would be a fool to not trust it.

And it tells you to do just that--
Trust it.
It's so warm and inviting,
So you do.

Mar 11 hannah

Tears of a wild sunflower

Mar 11 hannah

Sarangi

Tears of a wild sunflower

A sunflower stood, golden and bright, 
Bathed in the sun, kissed by the light. 
Yet all they saw the flaws in her, 
Not the kindness,
Nor the soft and pure nurture she gave

She bent with the wind,
she danced in the rain,
 Hiding her struggles,
hiding her pain. 
She gave warmth and care, 
Yet they acted like she wasn’t there.

She held on tight, she tried her best, 
But love unreturned, left an empty chest.
Born in the wild, she'll die the same, 
A whisper, a shadow, forgotten name. 
Not broken, just emptied, her soul set free 
A wildflower’s heart lost to the breeze.

When you go all in and returned only with heaviness in heart