Spill: A collection of poems by Hannah Ochocki

By Hannah C Ochocki

Spill

Verb 

1. Cause or allow to flow over the edge of its container, especially unintentionally. 
2. Reveal (confidential information) to someone. 

Spill features intimate musings on romance, heartbreak, mental health, and self-growth from the perspective of a woman living in the modern

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hannah Ochocki publishing
• Release date: Aug 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798988858300

Hannah C Ochocki

Hannah Ochocki was born in the United States, where she studied English, history, and psychology. Using poetry, she shares her personal experiences in ways that, at times, read like a diary. Hannah believes that poetry is a record of human emotion and one of the many ways we connect with each other. Today, she is an avid traveler and continues to find inspiration in the many people she encounters.

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Spill

SPILL

A collection of poems by Hannah Ochocki

Contents

I never thought about it that way.

The truth hurts.

Seance.

Clean Slate

Girls just wanna have fun.

Last

A reflection in frosting.

Let me live this way.

Just my luck.

Poolside chat with Brad.

The house is on fire.

You ruined this whole city.

Bad day vibes.

The uncertainty of life

Arguing with Guilt

I live in a world of excessive waste.

Shedding.

Reintroduction

What do you mean by that?

Genie

Running away in the middle of the day.

We heard you singing in the subway

Everything

It hurts, and then it doesn’t.

What a time to be alive.

There’s More.

State of the Union.

Euphoria.

Showgirls

A chat with past, present & future.

Creating the Universe.

Our song.

A piece of heaven, 2011.

Baby you got IT

Intertwined.

The fifth.

Genetic trap.

We were all listening.

At a club in Shanghai.

How would they know?

Mattel.

Blowing Smoke

A square in a circle.

Fossils.

In defense of happy hour.

Between the two.

Who I am to you.

To my muse,

The fear of intimacy.

A lost argument.

But Anxiety will insist.

Fuck.

Attention Whores

Chastity

A poem for summer babies.

Say my name next

Snowglobe.

Runaway train.

Comforting your inner child.

Two angels.

Sick and tired.

I’m a hater, sue me.

It’s already over.

Tantrums

Worth more, less

Enjoying dinner again.

Let’s see them try—

Men are not more human than women.

ADHD Mental Gymnastics.

On your mind.

Depreciation.

What we give TV.

Closed.

I need a new part.

Ghosted.

How are we supposed to learn in a place like this?

You’re not the one.

Real.

I know it.

Prodigal daughter.

Fake love.

Good things happen, too.

Chords

There are many sides to you.

5am.

You have a beautiful purpose.

Not in this economy.

Capital

Too many first dates.

Intensity

Executive Dysfunction

How have I found such treasure?

Midday meetings.

You will never rest.

2022 blues.

Wealth

Broad

I thought it was you.

Loves you at all.

Bully

Insecure

Deserving

Unsatisfied

Different minds.

Loitering

Fucking when?

Her.

Milan 22.

Roses.

Plot twists.

Devil in Venice.

Is the search engine our new god?

An Artist.

The evolution of my ego.

It is survival.

Ship has sailed.

Visiting.

About the Author

Dedicated to my family and