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a burst of green, i don’t know what it is but i know it will survive unscathed. i hope anyway, this bright expanse of nothing, this vast land of whistling grass. while the rest of us are squandered by the burning sun, the serenity of this plain preserved forever.
» Posted By Hana On 09.23.2017 @ 3:00 pm
there’s a difference between safe and careful.
one is to protect others. the other, the self.
i lie between the first. you, the second.
you selfless eye you. you lover of truth, you savior of sacrament.
how i long to live in your shadow.
» Posted By Hana On 09.21.2016 @ 6:38 am
you pine for the seasons just like
you pine for the wind, the way it sinks
into your skin heavy like musk. pine is like elm
soft and quiet, hazy. close your eyes and encircle
the trunk of the tree, like a memory, like a daydream
that never ends. a slick november, the fingertip of the rings.
» Posted By Hana On 07.19.2016 @ 5:34 am
there were words and there were knives
under the silhouette of the sunlight
chiseled into bone. i saw
the man with the chainsaw, cutting through
the edge of the mirror, and when he slipped
the cliff of metal caught on my throat
and cut, jagged.
» Posted By Hana On 07.15.2016 @ 8:31 pm
funneling life through its beak, the falcon symbolizes the death of a victim, and takes whatever it can. between the vertices of 0’s and 1’s it disintegrates the victim, vaporizing it into thin, thin air.
» Posted By Hana On 02.18.2015 @ 2:33 am
The claws dug into the earth of his skull. As he scrambled for release, he felt the talons sear into his forehead, digging out his identity and sighing release.
» Posted By Hana On 02.18.2015 @ 2:27 am
terrain is murky dark clings to your shoes
im so dirty
im so gore
i pray you may find my tarnished heart some day
a moving aphrodisiac
» Posted By Hana On 08.27.2014 @ 9:39 am
Why do we love them? Why do we worship them? Are we really unhappy with ourselves? Maybe.
Some are inspiring but most, I simply don’t care about. It’s not harsh. Just realistic.
» Posted By Hana On 12.19.2013 @ 11:25 am
All the chaos that ensued after that moment will haunt me forever. The touch of his hand and the smell of the air in that very second when I realized he would never fully be mine. It’s unforgettable. It’s painful but I long for it still.
» Posted By Hana On 05.01.2013 @ 1:46 am
dark and quiet, claustrophobic. I want to get out but I can’t. what do i do? am i trapped here forever? what if nobody bothers to look for me? I can’t fend for myself. i cant stay inside this cave, isolated from all society, doomed to die.
» Posted By Hana On 02.23.2013 @ 12:19 pm
She looked down at the weapon in her hands. The blood dripping of the edges. What was going on? She looked up and from that glance, her life was thrown upside down. What she saw would stick would her for many years to come. Murder.
» Posted By Hana On 02.02.2013 @ 2:16 pm
Themselves. She always thought of them as keeping to themselves. To whom else would they keep, she asked. Why though, did they walk eveyroday heading no where?
» Posted By Hana On 11.08.2012 @ 5:49 pm
i had a principal once in primary school. i don’t know why i remember him, or his jowls, or his goatee. i even remember that I used to think he looked like the doctor I used to go to. that was more than a decade back. shows how powerful remembrance is. even unnecessary ones. especially unnecessary ones
» Posted By hana On 07.30.2012 @ 12:24 am
I LOVE THE CRUST ON CRUSTY WHITE BREAD. ITS ONLY THE BEST THOUGH WHEN IT IS THE FRESHEST OF BREAD. I ALSO HATE TO EARN A CRUST I FIND IT QUITE PAINFUL BUT UNFORTUNATELY NECESSARY. SOME PEOPLE CUT THE CRUSTS OF THEIR BREAD BUT THATS SILLY COZ IT MAKES YOUR HAIR CURLY! FOOLS!
» Posted By Hana On 06.29.2012 @ 12:34 am
a place where peoplke have died these people are famous limestone is used to make them they are white hand have domes on top of the them. the are getting corroded by acid rain.
» Posted By hana On 06.15.2012 @ 8:33 am
» Posted By hana On 05.30.2012 @ 11:34 pm
I hear everything, selectively. Hear the ocean, hear the music, but never listen to what anyone says. Life is pleasant like this.
» Posted By Hana On 05.03.2012 @ 9:20 pm
In amusemant park, there’s balloon merchant. He is selling lots of balloons to children. basically, children really like balloons. So they are whining to there parents to buy balloons.
» Posted By hana On 04.27.2012 @ 1:46 pm
it’s raining cats and dogs don’t step in a poodle.
» Posted By hana On 04.11.2012 @ 4:37 am
Memories will fade.
Those storm eyes will blur
Streaks of white, black, and grey
The grey I used to know.
Soft, golden laughs will
Drift recklessly into the dying wind.
And you’ll just be
Another lost soul.
» Posted By Hana On 02.23.2012 @ 10:01 pm
They had been at odds for years. There was so little to be done. The only talked for hours and the other only cried. No proper way to communicate. Really though. His thoughts just never failed to offend her but she found hos face and bighands so alluring. Her tears never failed to bore him but her smile was so genuine, when he got to see it, and her ability to dance it up his heart. They often shared sprite in silence, went to movies then. Walked ho e in solence as well. Passres by might think they were sharing romantic moon lit walks so connected ere was no need to speak, but ph how they were wrong.
» Posted By Hana On 01.29.2012 @ 12:08 pm
A bare canvas,
A spotless palette,
A dainty brush
» Posted By Hana On 12.13.2011 @ 11:57 pm
In the basement: Faded ivory gown. Tear-stained.
» Posted By Hana On 12.12.2011 @ 5:46 am
I was shocked. I was confused. I was angry.
“I’ll return.” He had said, his famous smile etched onto his face, the one where his eyes crinkle in the perfect places.
Even then, even then he knew, he felt, that wasn’t true.
When he reached for the door, he was fighting back tears.
And why do I know all of this?
Because I felt it too
» Posted By Hana On 12.07.2011 @ 6:00 am
They threw rocks at us.
Ugly, sharp stones.
They came for me first.
The stones grazed
and left bruises,
bruises that never healed.
My weak legs gave in
The rocks they threw
off of you
desparetely grasped for
in that deep, throaty
from the ground,
Broken and bruised,
I hated you.
» Posted By Hana On 11.22.2011 @ 6:06 am
Attached with a
knotted so loosely,
I knew it wouldn’t last.
But I’m sorry
I was the one
who cut the cord.
» Posted By Hana On 11.16.2011 @ 8:53 pm
Music full force
Like it never had before
The crazyness left me
But I grew
Used to the sound.
» Posted By Hana On 11.15.2011 @ 5:49 am
Frozen for eternity: Me.
» Posted By Hana On 11.12.2011 @ 9:43 pm
As the first golden leaf
Fell to the ground.
It was the beginning
But also the end
» Posted By Hana On 11.12.2011 @ 1:45 am
Back To Stats Page
Everything was positive to you. Sunshine, flowers, life.
I’m sorry I killed them all.
» Posted By Hana On 11.11.2011 @ 4:30 am