The moon may bring peace, but the sun, she offers resilience.
HANNAH PEARLWrite me as if I were already a poem. Pen the stanzas as if storms and ships could birth something sacred. Color it a religious experience.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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When words tripped off the side of your grin, I felt the statement slip toward my ear like the slide of a skateboard on griptape – how it led me to hate a sport I’ve never even tried.
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It wasn’t enough fading under surfaces, below waves, swollen pufferfish retracting this inflated love that not even you could believe in.
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Indigo child, you hid secret under graves, picked at the lamb stuck between teeth, felt around for monsters we once reaped. But the monster turned out to be free.
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If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
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Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
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My god is a moment, a whimsical idea, a whisper. A hope bending itself into a prayer.
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What an intimidating kind of beauty a rainbow holds. Then of course, there’s the jealously dripping between vampirish teeth of those who dare mock it.
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I’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
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If I’m wrong about you, let’s face it instead of fading like tire marks swallowed by rain. Run me into the midst of a storm. Leave me to drown there.
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Your words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
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You have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
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I’ve been afraid to look at the woman in the mirror. Everyday she looks less and less like me. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever find my way back home.
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Some days, my mind still flickers, but the light doesn’t stay on. Kind of like the hope I felt when your fingers squeezed my palm. But they simply call that a reflex.
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The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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