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i probably shouldnt be writing distracted, but this asmr is, after all, making me feel rested, midst the haziness i have within my mind. it’s hard to write, and i did think this would warm me up in preparation for “The Gift”. i don’t know.

» Posted By Hanna On 11.07.2016 @ 4:33 pm


Die Frage aller Fragen momentan bleibt wohl unbeantwortet. Bestehe ich oder bestehe ich nicht. Immer denke ich wie schön es wäre, wenn die nächsten 2 Wochen vorbei wären. Ich freue mich so auf zuhause. Aber wenn ich mir vorstelle, dass ich es schaffe, werde ich es auch tun.

» Posted By Hanna On 09.16.2016 @ 8:55 am


You tasted like candy.
At times you were so sweet it was overwhelmingly blissful.
I felt you coursing through my veins, I’m on an all time high.
I wonder if there could ever be a moment more sugary sweet than this.
But of course it will, because as we grow older we’ll grow into one whole sugary mold.

» Posted By Hanna On 08.15.2016 @ 8:37 pm


i wish i had the words

» Posted By Hanna On 06.20.2016 @ 10:13 pm


a thousand words running through my mind before the prompt hits
savings of cash, no, drabbles of words and pictures to save to save for creative purposes and that of which not i have, but want and pray for
to hit me like a lightning bolt
please i am stuck in my mind
and i need time

» Posted By Hanna On 06.15.2016 @ 3:00 pm


you were looked down upon in the literal sense.
he said “popular” and he became.
she said “beautiful” and she became.
you were decidedly an outsider, and so you fitted.

» Posted By Hanna On 03.23.2016 @ 6:50 pm

they gave her a sentence, and she made a paragraph. mouthing lyrics to forgotten songs, drawing foreign objects, yet so familiar, an old friend.

» Posted By Hanna On 03.23.2016 @ 6:47 pm

they gave her a sentence, and she made a paragraph. mouthing lyrics to forgotten songs, drawing foreign objects, yet so familiar, an old friend. she was not mistaken.

» Posted By Hanna On 03.23.2016 @ 6:47 pm


I saw my opportunity and I took it. They all aimed for the clear water, the powerful rock-free waves. But mot me. I aimed for those rocks like a sniper locks in on a kill. Why else would they have taken me cliff diving? To see me live?

» Posted By Hanna On 11.03.2015 @ 9:03 pm


Stolen, I once stole a capri sun, i was 5. It’s bad to steal. stealing is when you take something that does not belong to you, weither it’s from a store or from a friend. It’s stealing no matter what. and it’s bad woooo.

» Posted By hanna On 08.10.2015 @ 9:50 am


suit. “where is my suit?” every morning, I wake up and hear the man from next door yell. he has a rather creamy voice, like milk chocolate. It’s the same thing, every morning, at exactly 6:45am. I wake to the man with the creamy milk chocolate voice, asking about his suit for the day. I wonder why he loses it so often. then, once the suit is secured and put on, I can hear him through the apartment wall, banging open cupboards, muttering to himself. he always forgets to take the pot off the stove. I imagine he must be quite a scatterbrained man.

» Posted By Hanna On 07.20.2015 @ 4:16 pm


She could see it now, a clearance in the middle of the forest. She ran, grass parting at her feet as she pummeled the ground at an extreme pace, and then- it was gone.

» Posted By Hanna On 01.30.2015 @ 9:05 pm


He had an agenda to do. He couldn’t allow someone like her to distract him. He sighed, then shut his book. This was getting ridiculous. He should be focused towards other, more important things, such as studying for-

» Posted By Hanna On 01.30.2015 @ 7:49 am


Today the dessert swept of the table in a riveting dance. The forks met with spoons in a symphony of sugar. Crystaline ginger, though a strange cousin indeed, rifled through the chocolate mound in one fowl swoop.

» Posted By Hanna On 10.31.2014 @ 6:18 pm


Our town was always known for out humid air. The way that it filled you lungs with warm, sticky water and drowned your face in sweat. Today though, everything was different. The air had become cool and the sweet water in the air had disappeared. This was the day you arrived

» Posted By Hanna On 09.09.2014 @ 12:59 pm

The humid air filled her lungs as she walked outside for the first and last time. Her march to death was much more unpleasant due to the wet, hot air hitting her face and going down her throat.

» Posted By Hanna On 09.09.2014 @ 12:56 pm

When i walked out into the open air the first thing I felt was the damp humidity on my face. I hadn’t felt like this since the last time I had walked on this beach, but that was a long time ago. Long before the incident…

» Posted By Hanna On 09.08.2014 @ 6:23 pm


Lead tungstate crystals
Beautiful crystals
Transparent as glass
Heavy as steel
Useful not dainty
For physics, for science
There is beauty in the universe
There is beauty in engineering
The whole contraption kaleidoscopic
Held together with crystals
To find what the world is made of

» Posted By Hanna On 05.25.2014 @ 8:22 am


Victoria walked aimlessly among the vendors at the open air market, who were there selling everything from fresh fish to fetish porn. She did not know what to think about the little old man in the leather cap and studded suspenders (no shirt) hawking some weird movie he had been in with an extremely hairy woman.

» Posted By Hanna On 11.23.2013 @ 11:52 pm


my mom likes to tell a story about me. she says i liked to store scrambled eggs in my cheek during my naps as a baby. i believe it now. only question i have is- was i destined for this eating disorder?

» Posted By Hanna On 09.28.2013 @ 1:45 pm


i dont really know what this word means, im not very bright
and i can’t think clearly and yeah all i think about these days is
how im not having sex and i have no friends and how my life is flat
and broke down and yeah…

» Posted By hanna On 09.22.2013 @ 6:22 am


collection, I believe this can be a very amazing thing. You can collect so many things in life, for instance I collect my old dairies from when I was little, I love reading over them it makes me remember the good old days.

» Posted By Hanna On 07.06.2013 @ 1:37 pm


Right now the whole world is happening. This very instant billions of people are living their lives and what are you doing? You’re sitting at your computer, just playing your part. However insignificant it may be, it’s your small input to the butterfly effect. Good for you.

» Posted By hanna On 06.29.2013 @ 1:45 pm


What is this word? I have never heard it. Wrath. Wrath. Wrath. Wha does it mean? Does it have somthing to do with wrack? The skills in my english are amazing, can’t you see? Or does it have something to do with anger? I’m not sure….

» Posted By hanna On 06.13.2013 @ 2:02 pm


As I stood there with fright in my eyes, my face pale, eyes glazed, and my stomach being tied in knots, I was shocked. It was in a dark alley, on both sides of Apple and Pennsylvania street. Unknowing of who this man was, I stood, frightened, watching the body of what it looked to be a 40 something of man’s body lay still, left there to rot and decompose, blank.

» Posted By Hanna On 06.11.2013 @ 9:23 pm


I know an old homeless man who lives in the dark alley from me. He was incredibly gross, but I know the old man couldn’t help himself. He was tall, about six foot, and not very pleasant looking. Not even the bugs waned to be around him. He slept on the ground, near the creek, and ate whatever he could find, left in the trashcans on the Main streets.

» Posted By Hanna On 06.03.2013 @ 10:43 pm

so many homeless in this world. i knew God would give me a word like this. i was just pondering adoption and soup kitchens and He gives me this. i want to do something for God in this world, but i feel like i need a nod in the right direction. thank you Lord.

» Posted By hanna On 06.03.2013 @ 3:01 pm


beer was bitter. i didn’t enjoy it much, but much more than other alcohols. i didn’t like the feeling of drukenness either. so i didn’t drink it. but somewhere in me i needed some rebellion. so instead of drinking the beer i threw up my dinner. and then i ate dessert and did that in as well.

» Posted By hanna On 05.08.2013 @ 8:28 am


i felt like my insides were tearing. spliting from the ends in. why was i doing this to myself? my body didn’t want it, but my mind did. what was i covering up? loneliness? depression? a separation from God? probably all. i don’t want those now. All i want is Him.

» Posted By hanna On 05.05.2013 @ 8:23 pm


Passover – God sent ten plagues to Egypt because Pharoh refused to let the Jewish slaves leave his reign. There were frogs, blood, boils, sick animals, wild animals, death of the first born, lice, locusts, and I’m missing two…what were the other two…hail! And the last one…oh well.

» Posted By Hanna On 03.31.2013 @ 8:41 pm

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