Poetry by Hannah

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There comes a time

When one must

Ask in haste,

Is it worth

The pursuit?

Is it worth the

Bittersweet aftertaste

Of my words?

Is it worth the

Tart sting of pain?

The honest answer

Is no, but that

Leaves me still,

Quiet, reserved,

Longing for

That fantasy

Built in my cranium,

Pulsing through

My every nerve.

It leaves me

Precariously placed

On the edge of my seat,

On the edge of a cliff,

Looking down into

A valley of possible

“what if’s?”

Never knowing

The answer.

My other option

Is no less daunting:

To grit my teeth

And bear it all,

To show you my wrist

And hope you

Don’t cut it.

To show you

This poem and

Welcome abandonment.

I could recite

The words of

Great poets,

But they won’t do,

For you are not

A mere summer’s day,

You are the universe!

You are the Big Bang!

You are the Sun,

And I, a lowly planet.

You are my muse,

And I am pulled in

By the gravity

Of your nature.

My mind, my words,

Revolve around you…

But the distance

Is the same.

You are on one edge,

And I, on the other,

And that is why

I stay in my seat,

Look into the valley,

And listen to it

Echo your name.  

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In the early hours

Of a fledgling day,

When the veil of

Fatigue and exhaustion

Overcomes my mental state,

My mind begins to travel

To far off places;

Imagining far off spaces.

When my eyelids droop,

I paint their backs

Like a blank canvas,

Gleaming fresh with

Bright paint and bold colors,

Mirroring the image

Of my mind’s eye. 

My inspiration come to life.

Creativity flows

In the dewy morning hours

When all motivation

To pursue said inspiration

Is fleeting with the shadows.

A cruel fate bestowed

Upon those newborn ideas:

To be created, then forgotten

Due to a hazy mental state.

The Inventor, myself, though

Loses out, as well.

That moment of brilliance lost, 

Leaving me with simple thoughts.

Leaving me ordinary.

Leaving me exhausted.

Leaving that brilliance lost.

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Shining sun,

Blazing heat,

Wet grass

Beneath my feet.

Cold Popsicle,

Sticky fingers,

Stained shirt

From drops that dribbled.

Stylish glasses,

Sleek swimsuit,

Short haircut

Everything new.



Lazy days

Friends and fun.

Summer is finally here…

At last!

It’s come!

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Closer and closer you come

Almost touching my face, now.

I have an urge to turn and

press my cheek yours;

Press my lips to yours.

The attraction is strong,

I feel it between us,

But uncertainty of it being mutual

Forces me to restrain,

To contain and long and yearn…

Hanging onto the frayed edges

Of my sanity.

Hold my hand again, please!

I’m begging… silently….

Allow me to romance you

And hold you and love you

PLEASE… allow me the satisfaction

Of being dangerously near you.

Slowly I come closer and closer;

Slowly I change the degree of touch;

Slowly I allow myself to falter

And give in and unscrunch my heart.

Just venture closer and closer.

My arm on your shoulder,

Your hand in mine,

Walking side by side,

Slowly coming closer and closer…

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"Moving Puzzle Pieces"

A tricky piece of work it is:

A puzzle that constantly

Rearranges its pieces…

The mind not made up;

It’s sense not too sensible;

The time limit ever wavering,

Pulsating quickly with urges.

But that’s what makes it interesting,

A challenge, an adventure;

A worthwhile endeavor.

The pieces themselves

Are all little pictures,

They stand alone and defined.

But as a whole,

The picture, it changes

Into an image made up

Wholly within the mind…

But that’s just mentality…

The complexity of the puzzle

Lies within its singles,

Those tiny little moving pictures.

Each one hums its own rhythm,

Each one sings a separate song

Each one shows a different emotion

Each one eggs the other on…

Show this still,

Hum this beat,

Sing these lyrics.

Maybe they won’t notice…

But I can see that tiny gap.

That side is not the other’s brother.

They don’t fit,

They just make the image crack.

Rearrange and sing new lyrics,

Hum another beat,

See this likeness.

Maybe they won’t notice…

Still doesn’t fit.

I can spaces,

A tear in the image.



Just sing the same song,

Just show the whole image,

Just go with the same beat…

Allow it to finally be congruent.

Because I love that song.

That puzzle is my favorite.

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"Mystic Eyes"

Overwhelmed by

The urge to stare,

I can’t look away.

Frozen and awestruck

By the sight that sees me.

Those mystic eyes

Penetrate my being,

They catch my breath

Before I can breathe.




Mystic eyes.

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"Unread Pages"

All they see

Is my glossy cover,

My strong binding,

My pretty pictures…

That’s enough for some.

They never open my book;

They never read my story.

All the plot twists and

Characterization gone,

Hidden within the abyss.

My monologues have been forgotten,

Even though my stories are in

The bold black letters on

The starch white paper before them.

Too much effort,

Too much time,

Too little they care.

Heroic battles and fantastical dreams

Lost and gathering dust,

Yet it seems I still long

To be read and published;

My stories heard,

My morals learned…

My monologue turned battle cry

Not forgotten.

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"Mirror, Mirror"

Imagine yourself.

What do you see?

Do you see the freckles,

Or the blue eyes,

Or the hair style that’s current?

Look at yourself.

What do you see?

Do you see the small nose,

Or the plump lips,

Or the quirky smile showing?

Picture yourself.

What do you see?

Do you see the happy,

Or the teary-eyed,

Or the angry feelings burning?

Envision yourself.

What do you see?

Do you see the manners,

Or the upbringing,

Or the childhood memories horrid?

Visualize yourself.

What do you see?

Do you see as a young woman,

Or as a child,

Or as a person seeing a person?

Really see yourself.

What do you see?

You see the person who you think is ugly,

But that is not the person that I see.

You see yourself from the inside out,

While I see you from the outside looking back.

I do not see your heart,

I see your whole,

And I assure you,

You are beautiful.

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"Tick Tock"

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Looking at that clock of thine,

I realized how time did not fly.

I sit, I wait for ringing sound

Of tick and tock and ring and howl.

My classmates wait so eager to leave,

Ready to sprint at that loud Ring! Ring!

But still we sit, we wait for now.

The ticks, the tocks the only sound.

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With every grain of sand that drops

From the top to the bottom half,

A piece of my soul trickles down

And falls into a bottomless glass.

I fear that what I lose this time,

I will never yet gain again.

Unless, dear friends, I dive straight in

And take what is rightfully mine to have.

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