Grand Canyon Graves — by Hayley Tanner on Friday, May 27, 2016

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I tried writing a poem about you, but I couldn't. I pictured the big city scene, right in the middle of everything, pulsating. People r...

Broken heroes Renewed — by Hayley Tanner on Friday, May 20, 2016

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He's standing on the ledge of the highest building. Police are running like little ants down below. Sirens are blaring uncontrollably,...

For Em — by Hayley Tanner on Friday, March 25, 2016

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I know this girl, she's got gold hair and a hospital room heart. She lives in a garden without maps. And she falls for boys who have a...

"Love yourself, respect yourself!" — by Hayley Tanner on Sunday, February 21, 2016

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I have so many drafts I could swim in them if it weren't so cold outside. I've got a new swimsuit and everything. This one's be...

We're on the ceiling — by Hayley Tanner on Wednesday, January 20, 2016

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There's this moment between 8 o'clock and 10 o'clock when we're turning on 70's game shows. And cross my heart, we...

Ol' Blue Eyes — by Hayley Tanner on Friday, January 1, 2016

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Every channel was interrupted with breaking news. The Empire State Building turned blue.  Las Vegas dimmed their lights, their machines...

"Failing Math" Xmas Edition // PoBev performance — by Hayley Tanner on Sunday, December 6, 2015

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The I've never really been good with numbers.  Something about them just doesn't make sense. Let me try to explain, 12- 12 da...

Give me a second — by Hayley Tanner on Thursday, December 3, 2015

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Give me a second, I just need to ramble all this out of my system. Lately I have been so sad and gloomy all the time it's giving me bac...

The miles they must've traveled — by Hayley Tanner on Tuesday, December 1, 2015

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It's been 1 month since the doctors told him he only had days left. No one expected to be standing around a hospital bed instead of t...

We're All Trying — by Hayley Tanner on Thursday, November 19, 2015

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We all have strengths and weaknesses. We're all trying to keep it together. This is me showing that you and me aren't the only ...

Failing Math — by Hayley Tanner on Tuesday, November 17, 2015

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I've never been good at numbers. 6. There are 6 days until I can feel my fingers again. 6 days until warm hugs and forever jokes ab...

Been There, Done That — by Hayley Tanner on Monday, November 16, 2015

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18 was wildfire but 19 isn't okay with the smell of smoke. 17 and 18 overthought everything 19 doesn't bother to care. 1...

Hear This — by Hayley Tanner on Wednesday, November 11, 2015

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I've met a lot of loneliness these past 3 months. And I've lost track of motivation in the process. (I'm sure he's arou...

Unsettled — by Hayley Tanner on Thursday, October 29, 2015

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We're in a war of words. Trying to get settled in this unsettling world. I can't tell you how many opportunities I've misse...

Blue Lips — by Hayley Tanner on Tuesday, October 27, 2015

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I've seen a lot of things. I've seen what loneliness can do to a mind. And the toll death has on other people's bodies. I...

Nineteen — by Hayley Tanner on Wednesday, October 21, 2015

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No one sings about being nineteen because there's not much more  18 hasn't already said. 1.Piper&Scoot delivere...

To my roommate — by Hayley Tanner on Monday, October 19, 2015

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I'm sorry for being a brat most of the time.  For letting college turn me selfish. For complaining. I'm sorry for sucking a...

Lucky You — by Hayley Tanner on Sunday, October 11, 2015

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Sometimes you play board games for so long your neck gets kinked. Sometimes you say goodbye to one of your best friends by hugging hi...

For the boy with glasses: — by Hayley Tanner on Thursday, October 8, 2015

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Someone once said to Bob Ross "Bob, everything in your world seems to be  so  happy." Bob said "That's for sure. That...

Gasping — by Hayley Tanner on Monday, September 21, 2015

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If you and I ever had the chance to cross paths you might catch me tying my running shoes on, or spot a glimpse of me on the sidewalks push...