Hannah 🦖
@tearexdino.bsky.social
Here for funness. Well let's be real: here to be cathartic a la "things I wish I said" and crappy poetry. But there might also be some funness
#crappypoetry
Is there a word beyond tired?
I am a plant forced to grow despite the absence of nutrients.
But plants can wither and die.
I wither yet must live.
Is there a word beyond tired?
I am a plant forced to grow despite the absence of nutrients.
But plants can wither and die.
I wither yet must live.
June 11, 2024 at 1:53 AM
#crappypoetry
Is there a word beyond tired?
I am a plant forced to grow despite the absence of nutrients.
But plants can wither and die.
I wither yet must live.
Is there a word beyond tired?
I am a plant forced to grow despite the absence of nutrients.
But plants can wither and die.
I wither yet must live.
#lentpoetry inspired by Rom. 6:1-14
Master sin keeps calling me,
Knowing just how weak I'll be.
"You're never truly free,"
His screech,
"You know you listen still to me."
Once a slave no more am i;
Dead to sin, christ crucified
With my old self yet now alive –
"Not 'master' sin" is my reply.
Master sin keeps calling me,
Knowing just how weak I'll be.
"You're never truly free,"
His screech,
"You know you listen still to me."
Once a slave no more am i;
Dead to sin, christ crucified
With my old self yet now alive –
"Not 'master' sin" is my reply.
February 19, 2024 at 4:34 AM
#lentpoetry inspired by Rom. 6:1-14
Master sin keeps calling me,
Knowing just how weak I'll be.
"You're never truly free,"
His screech,
"You know you listen still to me."
Once a slave no more am i;
Dead to sin, christ crucified
With my old self yet now alive –
"Not 'master' sin" is my reply.
Master sin keeps calling me,
Knowing just how weak I'll be.
"You're never truly free,"
His screech,
"You know you listen still to me."
Once a slave no more am i;
Dead to sin, christ crucified
With my old self yet now alive –
"Not 'master' sin" is my reply.
#lentpoetry (forgot to share)
Keep me in your perfect peace
Remind me of my ashes
Fill me with your compassion.
For my life is only a life
& my death is only death.
Yet you infuse promise into
both life & death;
so they grow into more;
beauty from ashes.
Redeem the mundane & make it extraordinary
Keep me in your perfect peace
Remind me of my ashes
Fill me with your compassion.
For my life is only a life
& my death is only death.
Yet you infuse promise into
both life & death;
so they grow into more;
beauty from ashes.
Redeem the mundane & make it extraordinary
February 15, 2024 at 4:04 PM
#lentpoetry (forgot to share)
Keep me in your perfect peace
Remind me of my ashes
Fill me with your compassion.
For my life is only a life
& my death is only death.
Yet you infuse promise into
both life & death;
so they grow into more;
beauty from ashes.
Redeem the mundane & make it extraordinary
Keep me in your perfect peace
Remind me of my ashes
Fill me with your compassion.
For my life is only a life
& my death is only death.
Yet you infuse promise into
both life & death;
so they grow into more;
beauty from ashes.
Redeem the mundane & make it extraordinary
For shame — the unspoken motto of my upbringing.
Whispered in classroom, taunted by gossip, descended from pulpit.
Body of girl, for shame
Questions of teaching, for shame
No boyfriend, for shame
Uninterest in feminine, for shame
"Goody two shoes", for shame
None said it yet everywhere said it.
Whispered in classroom, taunted by gossip, descended from pulpit.
Body of girl, for shame
Questions of teaching, for shame
No boyfriend, for shame
Uninterest in feminine, for shame
"Goody two shoes", for shame
None said it yet everywhere said it.
February 8, 2024 at 5:33 AM
For shame — the unspoken motto of my upbringing.
Whispered in classroom, taunted by gossip, descended from pulpit.
Body of girl, for shame
Questions of teaching, for shame
No boyfriend, for shame
Uninterest in feminine, for shame
"Goody two shoes", for shame
None said it yet everywhere said it.
Whispered in classroom, taunted by gossip, descended from pulpit.
Body of girl, for shame
Questions of teaching, for shame
No boyfriend, for shame
Uninterest in feminine, for shame
"Goody two shoes", for shame
None said it yet everywhere said it.
Things I wish I'd said
Youth pastor wife: You can't enforce stuff like masks. You can't *make* people wear things just for other people
Me: So about all those times you've given t-shirts to girls whose outfits were deemed inappropriate
Youth pastor wife: You can't enforce stuff like masks. You can't *make* people wear things just for other people
Me: So about all those times you've given t-shirts to girls whose outfits were deemed inappropriate
January 27, 2024 at 3:44 AM
Things I wish I'd said
Youth pastor wife: You can't enforce stuff like masks. You can't *make* people wear things just for other people
Me: So about all those times you've given t-shirts to girls whose outfits were deemed inappropriate
Youth pastor wife: You can't enforce stuff like masks. You can't *make* people wear things just for other people
Me: So about all those times you've given t-shirts to girls whose outfits were deemed inappropriate
Uuuuuuhhhh so umm I actually had the chance to say some of this tonight as it connected to a (different) conversation and WOW Y'ALL IS THIS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO JUST SAY WHAT YOU THINK WITHOUT FEAR OF THE RESPONSE?? TO MY MOTHER?!?
Dang I gotta do that more. Being not afraid rocks
Dang I gotta do that more. Being not afraid rocks
.... to be sěxually assaulted himself than be accused of it falsely. He's got a 1 in 6 chance; I've got 1 in 4. And of those times, 9 outta ten times it's a male perpetrator. So, sorry, but if he stays professional in his [hands on therapy] job then there is little fear for....
January 19, 2024 at 5:31 AM
Uuuuuuhhhh so umm I actually had the chance to say some of this tonight as it connected to a (different) conversation and WOW Y'ALL IS THIS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO JUST SAY WHAT YOU THINK WITHOUT FEAR OF THE RESPONSE?? TO MY MOTHER?!?
Dang I gotta do that more. Being not afraid rocks
Dang I gotta do that more. Being not afraid rocks
Things I wished said:
Mom, while I understand worrying for your son's protection, you are incorrect to think that he's in danger of being falsely accused of assault. It hurts to hear you say that and makes me fear to tell you my stories of enduring misogyny. [Son] is statistically not likely....
Mom, while I understand worrying for your son's protection, you are incorrect to think that he's in danger of being falsely accused of assault. It hurts to hear you say that and makes me fear to tell you my stories of enduring misogyny. [Son] is statistically not likely....
January 17, 2024 at 5:36 PM
Things I wished said:
Mom, while I understand worrying for your son's protection, you are incorrect to think that he's in danger of being falsely accused of assault. It hurts to hear you say that and makes me fear to tell you my stories of enduring misogyny. [Son] is statistically not likely....
Mom, while I understand worrying for your son's protection, you are incorrect to think that he's in danger of being falsely accused of assault. It hurts to hear you say that and makes me fear to tell you my stories of enduring misogyny. [Son] is statistically not likely....
aimless
numbness
shuffling on by
greyness
hopeless?
why even try
every day a vacuum
so much it requires
waking
sighing
guess I'm gonna cry
numbness
shuffling on by
greyness
hopeless?
why even try
every day a vacuum
so much it requires
waking
sighing
guess I'm gonna cry
January 12, 2024 at 5:22 PM
aimless
numbness
shuffling on by
greyness
hopeless?
why even try
every day a vacuum
so much it requires
waking
sighing
guess I'm gonna cry
numbness
shuffling on by
greyness
hopeless?
why even try
every day a vacuum
so much it requires
waking
sighing
guess I'm gonna cry
Little known fact, Sven actually brought the wise men to Jesus. The more ya know
December 30, 2023 at 8:57 PM
Little known fact, Sven actually brought the wise men to Jesus. The more ya know
oh my lordy... did I just read the lost verses of the pirates who don't do anything or what is all this
This paragraph from the NYRB's review of Werner Herzog's new memoir is REALLY something else
December 29, 2023 at 3:57 AM
oh my lordy... did I just read the lost verses of the pirates who don't do anything or what is all this
This Christmas Eve has sucked. I'm so exhausted I feel sick to my stomach. I tried my freaking hardest and still felt like I had no wins. Probably gonna cry later.
December 25, 2023 at 3:46 AM
This Christmas Eve has sucked. I'm so exhausted I feel sick to my stomach. I tried my freaking hardest and still felt like I had no wins. Probably gonna cry later.
Mornings are
Not glorious.
To pull from a beloved warmth
Into the cold darkness
Slowly revealing light –
Unsettling. Unwelcoming.
Rise, rise,
Rise and perform.
Only a moment from ease
To demands.
Like an avalanche over peace –
Smothering. Suffocating.
Rise, rise,
Rise and pour out.
Not glorious.
To pull from a beloved warmth
Into the cold darkness
Slowly revealing light –
Unsettling. Unwelcoming.
Rise, rise,
Rise and perform.
Only a moment from ease
To demands.
Like an avalanche over peace –
Smothering. Suffocating.
Rise, rise,
Rise and pour out.
December 15, 2023 at 2:38 PM
Mornings are
Not glorious.
To pull from a beloved warmth
Into the cold darkness
Slowly revealing light –
Unsettling. Unwelcoming.
Rise, rise,
Rise and perform.
Only a moment from ease
To demands.
Like an avalanche over peace –
Smothering. Suffocating.
Rise, rise,
Rise and pour out.
Not glorious.
To pull from a beloved warmth
Into the cold darkness
Slowly revealing light –
Unsettling. Unwelcoming.
Rise, rise,
Rise and perform.
Only a moment from ease
To demands.
Like an avalanche over peace –
Smothering. Suffocating.
Rise, rise,
Rise and pour out.
This account has kinda turned into my crappy poetry forum and I'm not that sorry about it and also I blame @gabewastaken.bsky.social more than a little bit
December 8, 2023 at 7:09 AM
This account has kinda turned into my crappy poetry forum and I'm not that sorry about it and also I blame @gabewastaken.bsky.social more than a little bit
My name is Mom.
Needed by all,
Heard by none,
Catcher of the cries.
I wake to the cries.
I feed to the cries.
I parent to the cries.
I lie down, but the cries.
Before, there was more self,
but —
Now
my responsibilities consume me.
They are Me.
Who am i?
My only name is Mom.
Needed by all,
Heard by none,
Catcher of the cries.
I wake to the cries.
I feed to the cries.
I parent to the cries.
I lie down, but the cries.
Before, there was more self,
but —
Now
my responsibilities consume me.
They are Me.
Who am i?
My only name is Mom.
December 8, 2023 at 7:01 AM
My name is Mom.
Needed by all,
Heard by none,
Catcher of the cries.
I wake to the cries.
I feed to the cries.
I parent to the cries.
I lie down, but the cries.
Before, there was more self,
but —
Now
my responsibilities consume me.
They are Me.
Who am i?
My only name is Mom.
Needed by all,
Heard by none,
Catcher of the cries.
I wake to the cries.
I feed to the cries.
I parent to the cries.
I lie down, but the cries.
Before, there was more self,
but —
Now
my responsibilities consume me.
They are Me.
Who am i?
My only name is Mom.
Winds, winds
Rain, rain
Thunder shakes –
A storm again.
The rumble outside
Mirrors internal.
Enough to rattle,
But downpour is little
You see outside
That minimal squall.
Yet fail to know
My soul's raging gale.
Look without eyes –
Hear silent screams –
Perhaps
We may
c o n n e c t
Again.
Perhaps
Rain, rain
Thunder shakes –
A storm again.
The rumble outside
Mirrors internal.
Enough to rattle,
But downpour is little
You see outside
That minimal squall.
Yet fail to know
My soul's raging gale.
Look without eyes –
Hear silent screams –
Perhaps
We may
c o n n e c t
Again.
Perhaps
November 30, 2023 at 11:24 PM
Winds, winds
Rain, rain
Thunder shakes –
A storm again.
The rumble outside
Mirrors internal.
Enough to rattle,
But downpour is little
You see outside
That minimal squall.
Yet fail to know
My soul's raging gale.
Look without eyes –
Hear silent screams –
Perhaps
We may
c o n n e c t
Again.
Perhaps
Rain, rain
Thunder shakes –
A storm again.
The rumble outside
Mirrors internal.
Enough to rattle,
But downpour is little
You see outside
That minimal squall.
Yet fail to know
My soul's raging gale.
Look without eyes –
Hear silent screams –
Perhaps
We may
c o n n e c t
Again.
Perhaps
More crappy poetry:
The best thing in my life is this bowl of pasta.
I enjoy its minute.
Later, perhaps baby will smile.
I will enjoy its minute.
Tonight, sleep might join me as I lie in bed.
Too, I will enjoy its minute.
The best thing in my life is this bowl of pasta.
I enjoy its minute.
Later, perhaps baby will smile.
I will enjoy its minute.
Tonight, sleep might join me as I lie in bed.
Too, I will enjoy its minute.
November 25, 2023 at 11:25 PM
More crappy poetry:
The best thing in my life is this bowl of pasta.
I enjoy its minute.
Later, perhaps baby will smile.
I will enjoy its minute.
Tonight, sleep might join me as I lie in bed.
Too, I will enjoy its minute.
The best thing in my life is this bowl of pasta.
I enjoy its minute.
Later, perhaps baby will smile.
I will enjoy its minute.
Tonight, sleep might join me as I lie in bed.
Too, I will enjoy its minute.
nearness, yet distance
nothing bridges the distance
words, feeble
eyes, pale
work, work,
separate.
mere hands
stretched to bridge
"a reach is all I have"
yet, distance.
In abnormal silence
the distance
shrinks
nothing bridges the distance
words, feeble
eyes, pale
work, work,
separate.
mere hands
stretched to bridge
"a reach is all I have"
yet, distance.
In abnormal silence
the distance
shrinks
November 25, 2023 at 9:56 PM
nearness, yet distance
nothing bridges the distance
words, feeble
eyes, pale
work, work,
separate.
mere hands
stretched to bridge
"a reach is all I have"
yet, distance.
In abnormal silence
the distance
shrinks
nothing bridges the distance
words, feeble
eyes, pale
work, work,
separate.
mere hands
stretched to bridge
"a reach is all I have"
yet, distance.
In abnormal silence
the distance
shrinks
Heck. I'm just gonna write crappy poetry, because who cares anymore and also things suck
November 25, 2023 at 9:47 PM
Heck. I'm just gonna write crappy poetry, because who cares anymore and also things suck
Sorry about the mil rant. I'm stuck in bed with a fever and horrible cough. My husband is caring for two sick kiddos and a sick wife solo. I know it's dumb.
November 24, 2023 at 2:53 AM
Sorry about the mil rant. I'm stuck in bed with a fever and horrible cough. My husband is caring for two sick kiddos and a sick wife solo. I know it's dumb.
Our house has a been various levels of sick for an entire month now – from coughing to rsv to hospital (twice) – and I just overheard my mil saying "awh, it's ok son, it can only get better from here!"
Meanwhile I'm in day 2 (3?) of a bedridden fever and our 9m isn't sleeping.
Meanwhile I'm in day 2 (3?) of a bedridden fever and our 9m isn't sleeping.
November 24, 2023 at 1:51 AM
Our house has a been various levels of sick for an entire month now – from coughing to rsv to hospital (twice) – and I just overheard my mil saying "awh, it's ok son, it can only get better from here!"
Meanwhile I'm in day 2 (3?) of a bedridden fever and our 9m isn't sleeping.
Meanwhile I'm in day 2 (3?) of a bedridden fever and our 9m isn't sleeping.
Same pastor. He labels all his posts this way.
Half a mind to comment: "since when is it ok for pastors to make fun of people's appearances"
Half a mind to comment: "since when is it ok for pastors to make fun of people's appearances"
October 18, 2023 at 10:11 PM
Same pastor. He labels all his posts this way.
Half a mind to comment: "since when is it ok for pastors to make fun of people's appearances"
Half a mind to comment: "since when is it ok for pastors to make fun of people's appearances"
Relating To The Struggles in "Encanto": A PK's Insight Into The Distortion Of Utilizing One's Gifts
October 18, 2023 at 2:46 PM
Relating To The Struggles in "Encanto": A PK's Insight Into The Distortion Of Utilizing One's Gifts
Reposted by Hannah 🦖
some of you?
i want to sit with you
late, in a coffee shop
before they kick us out
hearing your wildest stories
how you rush through it
trying not to forget a detail about a moment
you left your friends in a flat run
how it almost burned down
but didn’t
some of you i want to hold your hand, silent
i want to sit with you
late, in a coffee shop
before they kick us out
hearing your wildest stories
how you rush through it
trying not to forget a detail about a moment
you left your friends in a flat run
how it almost burned down
but didn’t
some of you i want to hold your hand, silent
October 15, 2023 at 12:38 AM
some of you?
i want to sit with you
late, in a coffee shop
before they kick us out
hearing your wildest stories
how you rush through it
trying not to forget a detail about a moment
you left your friends in a flat run
how it almost burned down
but didn’t
some of you i want to hold your hand, silent
i want to sit with you
late, in a coffee shop
before they kick us out
hearing your wildest stories
how you rush through it
trying not to forget a detail about a moment
you left your friends in a flat run
how it almost burned down
but didn’t
some of you i want to hold your hand, silent
Seriously. How do you get a 4yo to eat.
October 5, 2023 at 10:47 PM
Seriously. How do you get a 4yo to eat.
#iwokeuplikethis
#butactually
#anditwillneverhappenagain
#butactually
#anditwillneverhappenagain
October 2, 2023 at 12:08 AM
#iwokeuplikethis
#butactually
#anditwillneverhappenagain
#butactually
#anditwillneverhappenagain