Haptic
YOU
Sacrarium
Tentiginous
Effable
Reviviscent
Imprimis
Accoy
Monday, February 14, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Untitled.....:)
Using the word every chance we get,
Selling it for free like it's nothing.
Some of us search all of our lives,
While other's believe they have witnessed it.
Can we acheive something that no two people can even agree on?
The correct definition to this day goes unknown.
Is it possible to define a emotion that everyone feels a little differently?
What about those who don't receive this in return?
Believing or not believing,
It is Very Real.
Hearts are broken-Lessons learned.
Weither we like it or not, LOVE is something the world will always and forever charish.
For me, all I can say is Undefined.
Witnessing it with the ones around us, And sharing with one specific person
(maybe even more) are two completely different things.
Whatever it means to you,
You never know until you try.
You never learn until you've loved.
Selling it for free like it's nothing.
Some of us search all of our lives,
While other's believe they have witnessed it.
Can we acheive something that no two people can even agree on?
The correct definition to this day goes unknown.
Is it possible to define a emotion that everyone feels a little differently?
What about those who don't receive this in return?
Believing or not believing,
It is Very Real.
Hearts are broken-Lessons learned.
Weither we like it or not, LOVE is something the world will always and forever charish.
For me, all I can say is Undefined.
Witnessing it with the ones around us, And sharing with one specific person
(maybe even more) are two completely different things.
Whatever it means to you,
You never know until you try.
You never learn until you've loved.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Just One Look
Some would say an ocean, but i would say a feeling.
Just one look would alter your whole world, just as it did mine.
Counting the endless moments you'd think it was real, but it was just a mirrage in the distance...
What is it that I am so afraid of?
Intimidation? or Myself..
Hesitant on my desicision to face you,
Afraid that with one glance, I'd melt before you.
Maybe if you noticed me, you would see what i am hiding.
Just one look would alter your whole world, just as you did mine.
Just one look would alter your whole world, just as it did mine.
Counting the endless moments you'd think it was real, but it was just a mirrage in the distance...
What is it that I am so afraid of?
Intimidation? or Myself..
Hesitant on my desicision to face you,
Afraid that with one glance, I'd melt before you.
Maybe if you noticed me, you would see what i am hiding.
Just one look would alter your whole world, just as you did mine.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Her Own
The Follower-
Not anywhere to be found in the crowd of clones,
Footsteps in sync with all the rest;her shadow trailing behind.
Eyes envy green with a hint of unknowingness,
Brought up and scribbled on by the names of those who have betrayed;
Dirty palms from the work for others,
Not even the reflection in the mirror displays the correct form of human she is named to be.
When does the shape shifter begin to finally mold?
Mold into the shape it was birthed to be?
The moment her heart choose's beat at it's own pace,
The second she shifts her step to her own beat.
When she decides to change.
Right now, she's becoming her her full potential.
Wiping the dirt off her hands,
Making her way through her own crowd of diversity,
She whisper's "I am me."
Not anywhere to be found in the crowd of clones,
Footsteps in sync with all the rest;her shadow trailing behind.
Eyes envy green with a hint of unknowingness,
Brought up and scribbled on by the names of those who have betrayed;
Dirty palms from the work for others,
Not even the reflection in the mirror displays the correct form of human she is named to be.
When does the shape shifter begin to finally mold?
Mold into the shape it was birthed to be?
The moment her heart choose's beat at it's own pace,
The second she shifts her step to her own beat.
When she decides to change.
Right now, she's becoming her her full potential.
Wiping the dirt off her hands,
Making her way through her own crowd of diversity,
She whisper's "I am me."
Introduction
Hi everyone! My name is Hannah and I am a sophomore in high school. My passion is writing and I would someday like to turn my passion of writing into a career. I would like to take a moment to thank you for taking your time to read my blog. I will try to post something every week, and any feed back that you would have for me would be greatly appreciated. I love getting comments on my work-negative or positive-to help me grow in my writings. Please don't hesitate to speak your mind. I will be posting poems, as well as short stories on what it's like to be a teenager today, and all of the lessons I am learning in life's journey. Again, thank you for following my blog!
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