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han Jul 2018
The universe may not give me what I want, but I know it’ll give me what I need
A thought I had. It may have some merit, it may not, but it gives me peace and I think that’s enough. Maybe it will you too?
July 9th~han
han Jul 2018
We can talk
for hours
about life
the sky
and everything in between
all the while
I’m in admiration for your mind
your mind is only on one thing
the end goal
you score
and waltz out
I’m left here
empty
and wondering
July 9th~han
An ode to summer flings?
han Jun 2018
I wouldn’t mind to be
the dandelion
in a field
you stopped to pick
on your roadtrip
June 10th~han
“what’s to be said for the dandelions?”
han Jun 2018
I said I wanted to be Great
then I realized not only
did I sound terribly pretentious
but that word is centered around
the evaluation of one’s self
based upon the opinions of others

you can leave a legacy of many sorts
whether or not it’s one worth leaving
is the real question

we choose our actions
but more importantly
the spirit behind them

true greatness does not intend
upon becoming Great
It just is
June 7th~han
han Jun 2018
Speak to me O Muse
tell me the words in which
I can craft my story
tell me how to share my truth
give me your eloquence and beauty
my heart longs to speak
and soul to sing
yet I sit here
with inspiration
but no outlet
June 7th ~han
It’s been awhile since I wrote, I’m waiting for the Muse
  Jun 2018 han
Jeanne wegner
I long to be fiercely aware of my truest self
It is with unrest that I search through the crevices of my mind body and soul to recognize what it is that sets fire to my life

Perhaps the search never ends
Yet the beauty behind it all is that we are ever evolving and wildly changing creatures

With this knowledge I will set forth into this world aknowledging that my purpose is to seek purpose among the instability
  Jun 2018 han
Jeanne wegner
Cities of crime, hate, inequality, and poverty
Leaders of inexplicable indescency, fighting for the lost cause of war and hate, monopolizing the nation. Money is everything, we are nothing
Gray skies, smog, with its putrid scent rotting the Earth one broken treaty at a time
Tears, falling from my eyes as I watch such beauty dissipate in flames.
Our actions have consequences
Our faults will be our fate
And our worst nightmares will soon be reality
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