But the only thing that makes me alive is the feeling of being terrified
And I haven't felt fear for some time
I'm not brave enough to step over that line
HANNAHKAY
Being weak
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I am unbelievably happy to announce my next book "An Oracle for the Weary" is coming out January 20th and is available for preorder on my website site now!
This book of poems and prose is something that I hold so gently in my heart. With the amazing art of the lovely @/ intothavoid (via IG), this book all around is some of my favorite and proudest work I've created.
Split into four parts for different learning experiences, scenarios and emotions, I describe in metaphorical detail of my perpetual journey of grief, healing and learning to forgive.
I'm excited to see what you all think and thank you for supporting me while I figure out my strengths and weaknesses in talent and opening up!
I’ll see you along the way ❤️🍄
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Into the rose garden amid conversations between space separating
In light lodged in cul-de-sac eyes declaimed
In fallen petals, I found you loved me In wilted roses, I discover our eternity
Pressed stories of rose and lilac in a shadow box for displaying
Labeled "My love that became the garden I tour frequently"
HANNAH KAY// INTO THE GARDEN
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HANNAH KAY// AN ORACLE FOR THE WEARY
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To be gods saddest creation
God gave up on me
Savored teethed, slipping out lies, leave me with the moonrise
Welcome darkness, welcome the open door off the horizon
You showed me god
Dangled him on a leash I’m front of me and teased me with the idea of being content with living
I pray but it seems no one is listening 
I’ve become exhausted with hopeful wishing 
I was too pretty to be contemplating life
Now I’m too gone to be contemplating god
And I beg, “take me to the mountains. He is there waiting for me”
HANNAH KAY//POETESS
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“The winter is a phantom of me
It's who I always become in solitude, alone with such melancholy
deeply rooted in such a hopeful body”
HANNAH KAY
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HANNAHKAY// AN ORACLE FOR THE WEARY
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“Your name is the choir that sings me to sleep”
HANNAHKAY//AN ORACLE FOR THE WEARY
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I’d garden and see a graveyard
I’d forget to cry and watched us die
Seeping in and separating
In the inside I feel of what I’ve caused of this
It’s just too late to go back and hold her
HANNAH KAY//POETESS
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I could never love you enough to put the bags down
How could you believe in realities where we were sweet?
You are the fire I never put out
The thunderstorms never ending
You hardly remember who we are from the drugs stealing you from me
Sobriety was a metaphor surrounding life conspiring against you
Treachery in a romantic fantasy
The only romance being in the heartbeats stolen from me
When the drugs wear off; I can’t compare to the woman in your head
Borne in a hopeful afterlife
Will be our restless souls mended
Hannah kay poetry
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My mind aches
Pulsating like breaths under sheets with a lover that broke my mind completely
Pain found new meaning when avoiding that the true thing destroying me isn't answers conspiring against my limited thinking, but a man that thought nothing significant of me
I knew him like ink on page
But I read him before I became another sellouts fantasy. and his story was engraving
Bleeding into margins turning red and losing focus of smeared lettering haze
My eyes are heavy, and tired
and please don't tell me you understand I don't need to be understood.
I need to know I'm wanted.
When I gave my heart to you, The Willow tree cried and broke.
I cried to God for what I did, And with the noose I choked.
COFFEE TABLE GOODBYES// HANNAH KAY + C.R WRATH// OUT NOW
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My new book “COFFEE TABLE GOODBYES” out now!
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