the birth rate is nearly 3 times that of the death rate
in today's day and age,
I find it amazing that we have
modern medicine
computers with brains
but nobody ever found a way to heal the pain of a
broken heart,
but it's funny,
for every one ending,
there's 3 brand new starts

maybe we don't get our hearts broken,
maybe they're reborn,
into something brand new,
innocent and warm
for every one death,
a new life begins
so what if that was the same
when we feel our world has caved in?

Do not sweat yourself trying to disprove
the people who looked down upon you
but rather work hard and prove those
who believed in you right. Focus on the
positive to drive you, negative energy
always has a downside to it. Live for love
for hate is too much a burden to bear
and when the music is on, dance to it
even if the rest of the world will call you crazy
because they can't hear the song for
some things were created for you alone
and not for the world...

Hi, I'm Hannah
I'm a depressed optimist who likes to write
Confused?
Maybe, it'll make sense after I explain it
I have depression and often times I am sad
I get quiet, awkward, and guarded
But at the same time I am very optimistic
I always think that things will always get better
So I describe myself as a depressed optimist
I've never met anyone else like that
I don't believe there are too many people like me
And because of that I write
And I publish it to the world for anyone
Who needs someone like me
I may not make a big impact
But maybe I will inspire someone
Or make friends with someone
Anyone who needs someone who they can relate to
But who they can also go to while searching for optimism
So...Hi, I'm Hannah
And I'm a depressed optimist who likes to write

We hope,
Not always hopefully.
We hope
To find the first glint of gold
Has brought along a love to wear,
Unexpectedly.

Here on the cloud
Comes the heart they borrowed some time ago,
And were promising to return.

And there, hidden in bird song,
Is every word that lingered, and lingered, til morning.

Then magically, I'll turn to raindrops,
And pattering gently, I will sleep on your shoulder til morning.

We hope,
We hope,
And we listen.

love was a hurricane, mindlessly engulfing me within its core
it came out of nowhere, and i still can’t decide whether it lasted too long, or too short
love felt like a storm i wasn’t ready to endure
i had built a shelter for my heart, but forgot to secure it within

as a result i was left alone in the strong winds of heart ache

love wasn’t always like this, though

at one point, it was kind
it had held me in its arms and convinced me that in the midst of my tangled locks and graying bags i was the sweetest thing it had laid its eyes on
it wrapped me in warm blankets and whispered sweet nothings until my breathing turned steady and my dreams carried me away somewhere love would eventually meet me again

its true, love left me
but i know it will come back
not now,
but maybe in a few days..months...years
it will be back
next time with a brighter smile, and good intentions

and i can’t wait for that.
because i know the second time around, love will be pure
and raw
love will show me a side of itself I’ve never experienced before

its true, love hurt me
but I’ve learned to forgive it
because love comes in many shapes and sizes
and just because one didn’t suit me doesn’t mean i can’t try for a new fit

It's been a long day; I'm stressed and worn
A little frayed around the edges but not quite torn
Someone makes a comment, I hear some bad news too
And my world, perpetually sunny, sees a touch of blue

It's not the end of the world, it's not really a big deal,
It doesn't usually bother me, but that's not what I feel
This will not stay for long, this feeling soon will pass
To dissolve and to disperse on the wind like gas

The light will give these clouds a chase
The negative feelings are soon replaced
Peace, love, and joy will once more embrace
And a smile sweeps widely across my face

As I remember
My great Defender

He is stronger and bigger than my problems big and small
I recline at table in the great feast hall
I come running and He holds me close to His chest
Sometimes I cry and stay there a while I confess

The sun is beautiful and it hardly ever rains,
But peace and healing are found after the pain
And this I also know:
A little rain makes the flowers grow

So here I stand in the sun once again
I give thanks to God and then say: AMEN!