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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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what once was sacred is cursed perhaps it could be worse the temple at which i’d pray overrun now by this wraith my messiah led me astray that’s what you get with blind faith my friends were also fooled when you really believe in a lie it becomes your truth a chorus of “i’m so happy for you” echoed through the rest of my youth with my head down i paid my dues it’s difficult not to feel used immortalizing the abuse as my muse his crimes will live on forever but he will too.

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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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you were a house.

can you feel me looking at you? can you hear me whisper to the moon? in the same way i felt you refrain heard the breaking of these chains as i tried to hold onto your frame after i had been an earthquake

and you could feel me rumbling and your foundation fell apart and i didn’t realize i was shaking until i saw what i had done to your heart the glass case shattered and it fell over and in slow motion, i watched it breaking and i saw myself doing it and i couldn’t stop ruined your floors when i tried cleaning up my fingers were cut, your rug soaked in blood and i watched myself from outside of my body fumbling but i couldn’t stop

and i have been a fool i broke you down just to let go of you i left you to rebuild your house and did nothing as i watched you and horrified with myself as i am i do nothing still

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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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you asked me to meet you in a dream yes, i will, i replied swiftly for a moment’s pleasure seems far more important than honesty. have you ever watched a mushroom grow? some have spores which, at night, glow they come alive and spread and know in summer with their seeds to sew. to kill your hero seems as bitter i truly am an awful knitter the tapestries we weave together might have left alone been better.

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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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help me put my bags in the back of your car you’re just as pretty up close as from afar you reach for my hand driving home superposition on the radio out the window is the old fear factory i can’t help but watch your face while you sing we didn’t have enough time for a full serenade felt like the movie ended before we could press play and we walked up and down the whole damn town watched the evangelicals stand their own ground you and i worshiped two or three times a day i looked in your eyes when you got on your knees to pray and i loved you as much as i feared you and i held you just as i revered you and i sacrificed myself as an offering to you but you didn’t want a martyr, did you?

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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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where is my heart?

you said one day we would marry and as a grown child, i believed you slipped thorns into my mouth i tried to thank you for the roses but blood came pouring out where are you now? where is my heart? i'm aware of where it is not, new windsor, brighton, salt lake, wilmington, nashville nor nottingham, i've searched all for naught yet the days grow darker, the air gets thicker, my limbs feel heavier. if i lie down now, i fear i may never stand up again moss will envelope my body i haven't the strength to rip myself from the clutch of the soft green earth once more. what i would give for an embrace, but i have nothing left. mother, may i rest?

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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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it’s a weird place to be, stuck right in between i’m still in love with you, and i deserve more than you gave me when both are, at once, true

i liked you much more before i loved you i liked you better before you knew me your grip is tighter than you think you can’t hold anything without crushing it and i would ask for my heart back but it’s not the same shape anymore it would no longer recognize me

and i think your god is funny you still follow his rules, but you no longer believe, you’ve got other people to appease is that not what hell is? your blind faithfulness to nothing outmatched any servitude to me

still, you wave to me from your cubicle and our water cooler chats are seemingly without end as i adjust, mind the grimace, i am very glad that you asked, yes, we can still be friends

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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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you made me feel like you loved me even when you don’t. it was just enough for me, ignoring reality for a dream. though the wool was thin, it sat snug against my eyes, nonetheless. i could sculpt it in my mind change the script, rewrite, evolve the ammonite, tell myself you’ve been kind. a switch has flipped, though, you’re different than what i know you don’t make me feel like you love me it’s no longer worth breaking bones.

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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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grasping at straws trying to find the words anything, in any language, that could possibly do you justice. an impossible feat writer’s block returns to me flabbergasted, swallowed whole by this feeling without descriptor. though i’ve written about a similar emotion nothing i’ve ever touched could dream to measure up.

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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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Hi!! I'm so glad I found your account, just wondering if you have any suggestions for how I can start to get my poetry out there even just the littlest bit?

Hello there!

Thank you very much for the kind words.

I started out with this blog. Before I made this account, I hadn’t published my poetry anywhere else. I’d only shown it to some friends. I had shown my work to someone who believed in my creative ability enough to encourage me to get my stuff out there, so I made this blog in an effort to do so. I believe that using the tagging system helped immensely, and if you’re not sure what tags to use when you post your poetry, you can see the ones that I use by going to my blog and clicking on the notes. Use as many as you possibly can, because it will give your work more exposure. I also recommend browsing the poetry tags on tumblr for yourself and building a rapport with other poets, and finding and doing writing challenges or contests that may expose your work to a new audience.

After I gained a bit of a following on this blog, I created my own website which can be found on google with a search of my name. I find that people tend to take you a bit more seriously if you’ve got your own website. I’m not sure why that is, but it’s been my experience. It creates a feeling of professionalism.

Behind the scenes, I’d also done a lot of work compiling my poems into a collection, formatting and editing and creating my book in google docs. Nobody told me this, but a lot of mathematics go into writing a book. If you need help with any of this, don’t hesitate to ask a friend. Once my book was finally finished, I published it through Amazon. Amazon is a somewhat-free publishing option (they do take a fee from any sales or marketing campaigns) and it’s very easy for beginners. I did elect to run a marketing campaign on Amazon as well, which helped advertise my book, but most of my marketing has been through word-of-mouth.

It’s been my experience that word-of-mouth is the most powerful marketing tool. Tell your friends to check out your work, send them copies of your book so they can read it themselves and recommend it to others, and do your best to support your fellow artists.

I would also recommend seeking out and joining a local writing or poetry group or club, looking into literary agencies, and reading about and applying for artist residencies. Do what you can to receive the support and creative inspiration that you need. It can be difficult to do it all on your own.

Thank you for the question! I hope this helps.

Much love, hf.

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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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i miss you so loudly. the whispers of morning and your delicate hands, wisps of hair sweeping against my face as i dig myself deeper into you. i will not go softly. i tell it to anyone who listens how i love you like a dog, my ears eagerly perked at the jingle of your keys and i come running. i wait patiently. she takes your wrist, leads you away from home i hope you turn back, open the door again so i can breathe you in.

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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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matrimony

he says that he's afraid to commit so he breaks my heart just a little bit the funny thing is i've come to expect it his subconscious routine which perfectly fit

i sat clean and pretty for six hours still i gave him my heart to handle at his will so he could fault me whenever i fell ill say the sound of my dismay was so shrill

so i'll swallow my pride i once held so dearly and i'll pray to whoever decides to hear me that he doesn't leave me, not even nearly fog the windows so i stop seeing clearly

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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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i've exaggerated you in my head i saw love where it wasn't yet you broke my heart gently in your bed and cradled me, soft against your chest

in the morning, you fed and kissed me and when i turned around, stood waving on the way home, kept composed, behaving the sea didn't take me as i'd been praying

it's my secret that i've mourned for weeks my disappointment is not yours to keep just forgive me if i shake when i speak it's steady downhill after the peak

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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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there's no celebration without mourning, and vice versa. but it feels wrong, surrounded by cheer to hold back my tears. i'll serve the cake and all, laugh together, then retreat. it is my pain to bear, i will do it alone, in my home. i wish you were still here. it's unfair that i cannot hold your hand again, ask your plans for next year. in my dream, long ago, you told me it was time to let go. but i still hold you in my heart, pray to feel your presence near. one day we'll meet again, i've got your memories until then. your bracelet still on my wrist, i haven't loosened my grip. not even a bit.

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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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sixteen hours never felt so long but eight flow by like a breeze we said we'll wait and see where the wind carries but you know where i'll be, anywhere but home if you're not beside me. i wish i were the ocean just to have a taste one warm and sandy evening of your lingering embrace and eventually precipitate follow you home like a dog you didn't plan for rain but humidity comes along wraps you up, swallows you consumed, as fire does to log and when i bring my heart to your door gripped between my stained teeth i'll find you sitting on the porch palms open, ready to receive.

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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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an unexpected error in my programming an oversight, a glitch in my system a skip in my heartbeat unaccounted for, verily i built myself from the ground up structured so carefully, strong to withstand anything and then came you the missed variable. i realized in this matter, i had my head buried deep in the sand but you dug me out, and i digress, the malfunction was necessary the lack of sleight of hand for when came you so the rest of me did, too. and so my heart skips ardently, when i shut down for the night and let visions of you set the scene and paint my dreams so vividly. i have found the final piece, it was merely your hand on my cheek.

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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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Nicht der Mond.

the moon is a woman, the way her light shines upon us in our darkest times. she is full of blemishes, but her craters are a mark reminding of what she’s survived. her aura is stunning, bright white surrounded by colours unseen to the naked eye. without her, the sun, egotistical, left unchecked would surely fall from the sky. sie ist eine frau, die mond und ihr sterne, ohne sie, verschwindet die zeit.

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hannahflowerspoetry · 3 years

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you have a monopoly on beauty but i love you when you're ugly too you had a bad day and you relapsed and now you're crying in my room you keep telling me you're sorry don't know why you act the way you do brushing your hair and repeating myself i'll say it until you know it's true you don't have to smile around me i'll hold your hand because you're you

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