Biography of Hannah Greer
I was born, I'm here, and I'm working with it.
Hannah Greer Poems
Sometimes You'Ll Crumple Paper
Sometimes you'll crumple paper. and sometimes inspiration will strike when you never thought it would. and sometimes you'll feel like your life is on repeat. and sometimes you'll feel like your life is on repeat.
Moving Picture Theater
I wish I could be her and kiss you in autumn, in the orange outlined moving picture theater. I want gold to fall.
I Want To Ask You How You'Ve Been
I want to ask you how you've been these past couple of eons, so then I have something to show my girlfriends. I want to ask you how you've been
I Painted An X Over My Mouth
Sometimes It’s hard to see a life experience a lesson learned
Even Though You Don'T Love Me
i'll write you that card, buy you that clock, i'll move that mountain, i'll tell you I love you.
Girls Are Good At Making Other Girls Fee...
i'll put my pants back on and i'll switch to water i'll take the sunglasses off i'll throw in the towel,
I Was Sad When I Wrote This
Today all I've thought about are dead things. Aunts. Uncles. Marriages.
I Wrote This About A Boy I Wanted To Mar...
This pain in my chest pounding a hammer to a nail sometimes, ideas look better in brain
The world spins so fast sometimes it's no wonder the trees
You don't even like books, baby... so how could you ever read me? My brain is an alliterated allegory of anything abnormal
Pikachu, Rubbery Ducky, Turtle Candle
Let's call it movie watching, shadow chasing, skill building, anything
To Every Boy I'Ll Ever Love
I want to be the somebody who eats a plate of bacon, in their underwear in your kitchen, drinks the milk out of the gallon, and when you walk in all you can do is smile as she chokes because she
Get High And Write These
'Oh dude, I think I spilled my drink! ' 'Can you hand me that pink lipstick in the very top left pocket in my purse? ' 'The guy out there, the really good
You don't even like books, baby...
so how could you ever read me?
My brain is an alliterated allegory
of anything abnormal
my heart is a metaphor
for an ache so deep
even I can't verbalize it yet.
I don't have a specific
rhyme structure, and I