Renegade

At the renegade
Dancing at the renegade
We swish and sway
They push and play
At the renegade

The weed will flow
Come pick up some mo
Let the pot be smoke
Return plant to earth
The weed will flow

sea gull

if you really knew me you’d know…

It’s stormy on a pedestal.

I'm so scared to fall.

to fail.

 

 

i feel alone.

four little birdies

four alone but still slammed by the sea.

me and my pups sit in my room.

all piled on one small bed,

awaiting the ever looming disaster

of rounding at sea.

compliments

wise beyond my years

or

over exposure?

moon bird?

it is 10 pm

i am alone.

at home.

with no one here.

this is depressing.

and scary.

it irritates me.

when people say

“That’s not very Christian like, Hannah.”

it’s annoying when the person saying the comment

doesn’t know lickedy-split about me.

it’s super annoying when the person saying it

doesn’t even believe in Christ.

ugh. shut your mouths ignorant people.

try, for once, to think BEFORE

you open your big trap of a mouth.

what the hell.

fuck this.

Here it comes.

My life.

Our Future.

What now?

How do i do?

How do i help?

I want to change my world.

I wonder how i will do that.

How can anyone make a difference now a days,

No one looks up form their dang iphones.

Our future is running,

naked,

deathly thin,

and without the slightest idea of where to go.