In a moment of weakness ,
I call out your name ,
Sitting in the darkness
Burning like a flame..

The demons that you left behind ,
Still crawl up in my bed ,
Tell me stories that do remind ,
Of a sickness in my head ,

I can stay a little sober ,
If it helps me walk away,
I dont want the closure ,
I just want to be okay..

So I say goodbye ,
And turn away for the hundredth time..
If only I could feel sublime ,
If only I could sell this lie..

So love me today ,
And walk away tomorrow ,
Nothing more left to say ,
When your words feel so hollow.



In the end..
We all just fall and stumble..
Break and bend..
This empire will crumble..

Stand and hide..
Nothing here stays the same..
A new divide..
Which one is to blame..

Live and die..
Its all just a phase..
You and I..
Two endings of a maze..

Run and stay..
Nobodys listens to your claims..
Walk away..
The reaper and his games..

Sway and hold..
We’ll get through this hurricane..
Calm , yet bold..
This is where we start again.

I can’t make you unpack your suitcase.

Magic in every word.

hannah brencher.


When I unzipped the belly of the little red suitcase the book was sitting there.

It was sitting right on top. It was waiting for me. Two years ago, I used to think that if ever I sat down and finally read that book, it would probably be my favorite book. Maybe one day. Instead, I grabbed a sweater and I closed the suitcase shut. I checked the bag. I would see it in New Orleans. There’s never enough room for your second carry-on bag when they lump you into Zone 3.

Half of my life plays out in airports. The people who spend too much time in airports know I’m not saying that to sound romantic. It can be a tad whimsical. On quiet mornings. And when you aren’t getting a connecting flight in Atlanta. And when you get to fly into cute, little airports with baggage claim…

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We’ve walked the empty streets
We’ve seen the rain turn into snow
Somewhere distant , a lonely heart beats
It yearns to speak of things it let go

Can you hear it call your name
Or will you still pretend
Do you think you’ll stay the same
When you’re so close to the end

The wind blows a whisper
A sigh from her lips..
It was never really over
Just another emotional eclipse

Something wicked breaks in.
Tears me asunder
A little more of nothing
To which I surrender

So walk through the snow
And let the memories rain on you
And when the scars begin to show
I wont be there to help you through.

Search and destroy.

He looks up at the sky , wondering ,
Where is this god that you hold so high..
He looks around for a sign of reckoning..
Emptyness , his only ally..

Felt the need for wanting more ,
Never satisfied with whats left behind..
A raging desire to settle his score..
With a god he cannot find..

He scours the land in search of insanity ,
While he lives on in his dreams..
A mind so plagued with reality..
If only god ever heard his screams..

So now he walks on in trepidation..
A silent marauder with no soul in sight..
The only one with expectations ,
That a god will stand and fight..

So lost in his search for the nevermore..
A memory stuck in his head..
A silent creak as she opens the door..
A god stands in his stead..