Submissions by htiedemann (hannah Tiedemann)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My poetry has been described as raw, and exhausting, honest or admitting... they're all just cover-ups
i dont have a title
How can I describe your explosion
place in lines the ripple of air you create
a longing to end the hushed noises
it's simple like a boom and a bang and I hear it again
and my coarse heart fills with the softness of yours
and I beg to create the delicate explosion
the loud ripple
the long longing of desperation
and cries
we coincide - with heart, and breathing
place in lines the ripple of air you create
a longing to end the hushed noises
it's simple like a boom and a bang and I hear it again
and my coarse heart fills with the softness of yours
and I beg to create the delicate explosion
the loud ripple
the long longing of desperation
and cries
we coincide - with heart, and breathing
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White
you're heavenly,
and white,
and sometimes it hurts.
the roughness of your lips
and the peeled skin on your fingers
the way you keep your nails nice and short
never have I ever
been denied
from something I want as much as this
I'm trying my best to remember each note you sing
and each reaction and expression that you bring to me
the way your jaw curves in
it's aesthetically pleasing
and the way your shoulders reach out
just far enough,
well,...
and white,
and sometimes it hurts.
the roughness of your lips
and the peeled skin on your fingers
the way you keep your nails nice and short
never have I ever
been denied
from something I want as much as this
I'm trying my best to remember each note you sing
and each reaction and expression that you bring to me
the way your jaw curves in
it's aesthetically pleasing
and the way your shoulders reach out
just far enough,
well,...
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shitty metaphor
treading through shit, drenched in piss
trying so desperately
to make a name
it's a shame because they don't even know
who is playing and who they're up against
they're constantly making excuses for
the losers they call themselves
or the authors
of their own sad stories,
so sad,
you couldn't find it on the shelf.
and isn't it upsetting when a teenage girl
writes poetry
and tries to wrap it around her would
and she mentions "She" in all of it
and when She reads them
She'll act
like She's not drowning in self doubt...
trying so desperately
to make a name
it's a shame because they don't even know
who is playing and who they're up against
they're constantly making excuses for
the losers they call themselves
or the authors
of their own sad stories,
so sad,
you couldn't find it on the shelf.
and isn't it upsetting when a teenage girl
writes poetry
and tries to wrap it around her would
and she mentions "She" in all of it
and when She reads them
She'll act
like She's not drowning in self doubt...
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Plead Guilty
When did you become my
only inspiration
how did you grab hold
of my sanity
when did you begin to dictate my thoughts
and force me to lose
all individuality
only inspiration
how did you grab hold
of my sanity
when did you begin to dictate my thoughts
and force me to lose
all individuality
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so tell me,
So tell me
because I want your approval
a nod
a smile
a sign of agreement
I would take them all if I could
lock them away
and save them for worse days
or days like today
when I can't help
but being a sap
and using too many pro nouns
and I say I want to hold you
and you say it's unrealistic
and you tell me dreams are pointless
exhale
so tell me
because I want your approval
a nod
a smile
a sign of agreement
because I want your approval
a nod
a smile
a sign of agreement
I would take them all if I could
lock them away
and save them for worse days
or days like today
when I can't help
but being a sap
and using too many pro nouns
and I say I want to hold you
and you say it's unrealistic
and you tell me dreams are pointless
exhale
so tell me
because I want your approval
a nod
a smile
a sign of agreement
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Can I help you?
Stop staring at me
it's a cigarette
not a gun
a tear
not a suicide
a cry
not a question
not a beg for a help
not a need for pity
your curiosity
your
sincere
tell
me
everything
I've been through it
trust
me
just tell me
so I can feel
good about myself
through
your depression
and my
lack of.
it's a cigarette
not a gun
a tear
not a suicide
a cry
not a question
not a beg for a help
not a need for pity
your curiosity
your
sincere
tell
me
everything
I've been through it
trust
me
just tell me
so I can feel
good about myself
through
your depression
and my
lack of.
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asleep
You're falling asleep again
I'm left to lay awake at your presence
but your personality has drifted
to a dream I will never see
I'm curious
who it will be
in ten years from now
or in your dreams
while you lie right next to me
cradle me to sleep unconsciously
I won't move
I will hold my thoughts silent
keep admirations quiet
just hold me
as I drift to sleep
so I can feel you in my dreams
I'm left to lay awake at your presence
but your personality has drifted
to a dream I will never see
I'm curious
who it will be
in ten years from now
or in your dreams
while you lie right next to me
cradle me to sleep unconsciously
I won't move
I will hold my thoughts silent
keep admirations quiet
just hold me
as I drift to sleep
so I can feel you in my dreams
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