PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Hannah Martirez

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

11 poems·Since September 2015

1.)A unicorn who lives in dreamland with her lovely dragon whom treats her like a princess and like her world depends on her. 2.) A Harmonizer 3.)14 years old and freackin experiencing things 14 years old shouldn't. 4.)Nearly ended my life but thanks to an angel who saved me.I called her mine. 5.)Sick how people treat other people based on their looks, culture and sexuality. 6.)Likes girls (but my eyes is on someone special already lol) 7.)BABY IM WORTH IT <-- my jam bc DINAH ALLY NORMANI CAMILA LAUREN ARE BAES AND THEIR VOICES ARE UGH (even though Lauren doesnt have a solo eh she rocks the other songs tho like I'm in love with a monster and One wish) 8.)Writing poems when sad af or when happy af. Mostly,about my girlfriend and what I feel. 9.)My friends are miles away from me. People around me in real life doesn't understand the real me but virtual people does and treat me like a human. 10.)Camren shipper 11.)Used to write stories but eh.. I SUCKED AT IT HAHA 12.)Just deal with me ily

← Back to Contents

Sinking Ship

September 13, 2015

Been with you for a year

Known you since I was kid

Until I fell so deep

Wanna hug you since you got the last air to breathe

 

With a pang of jealousy

Our ship sank in the sea

Love's been left in the cold breeze

Without a goodbye, without a kiss

 

Saw you've been talking about her

The girl you wished before

The girl you wanted to kiss under the mistletoe

The girl you loved to draw

 

We're falling apart

Wish we can restart

And let all of these from behind

Let these be a part of the past

 

I can sense that you don't want to

I hurt you once or two

I also left you out of the blue

It's my fault why all of these are happening to you

0 snaps·4 views
View on Power Poetry →