#23

She turned blue as the kiddie pool.
Face down in a vat of
whisky she drowned in
a paisley printed gown
drink drink, drink it down
slowly like a sin
quickly as a verse.
Here comes the bride,
a costume for the chaos inside.

Please Excuse the Appearance

Please excuse our perfectly horrendous appearance at this time.

Let's just say a certain blogger made a series of rash decisions around 1am last night and it resulted in mayhem.

It's getting fixed. Slowly.

#22

She drank away her days 

and slept away her nights.

Lost in a dull daydream, 

she wondered whether 

she was shivering because it was cold,

or else?

Exciting News!

I have an update for anybody out there who is (maybe?) keeping tabs on my blog. (Please, pretty please, tell me SOMEBODY out there reads this.)

It's exciting.

Are you ready?

Drumroll please????




I'm writing another novel!

This time, I promise, it won't be a crappy one that I pounded out right before the deadline was for my English class. Sorry to that certain English teacher if she is reading this. I love the class, not the assignment, heh heh.

Woah, off topic.

So anyway, that little novel thing. Well, the storyboard is done. Characters are described. It's gonna be good. I hope somebody out there is reading this, because I will be posting short little snippets of the novel on the blog. Maybe I can get some feedback? Sweet deal.

So that's the news of the month!
Time for bed. I've rambled long enough.


Vivat Scriptum!
Hannah

Somebody? Anybody?

I wish somebody
would see this blog,
I toil and toil,
sitting on a rot log.

I wish somebody
would see my work,
I toil and toil,
sometimes I eat pork.

I wish somebody
would see me write,
I toil and toil,
and my late night poems sometimes suck.

#21

Stars burn with the sound of a million crushed dreams
fueling the work of hydrogen on fire
quenched their thirst with dragon's blood,
the fairytales are alive.

Simplicity and Grace (The Melancholy Way To Grow Up)

Tinkerbell and beeping sounds,
barbies and action figures,
the simplicity and grace
of a knock-knock joke fills the room with
the sweetness of fresh-baked cookies on a fall day,
of peppermint on a christmas tree,
of binders and backpacks.

Simplicity and grace,
why are you fleeting?
It is in your nature to be transient but still
I ask why.
Simplicity and grace,
where are you going?
It is in your nature to shift but still
I ask why.

"Ping ping"s and nail files,
lip gloss and eye liners,
the simplicity and grace
of a knock-knock joke cannot be heard for
the boldness of age dulls all the little things,
the severity of maturity holds out,
the restless and listless.

Simplicity and grace,
why are you fleeting?
It is in your nature to be transient but still
I ask why.
Simplicity and grace,
where are you going?
It is in your nature to shift but still
I ask why.

Look what I've done, what have I done?
Wished away washed away kissed away,
the knock knock jokes and cookies,
the peppermint and books.
Look what I've done, what have I done?
I wish I could be here to stay but still,
I wish I could be gone to there but still,
I wish I could be here there.

Simplicity and grace,
why have you left me?
It is in your nature to be transient but still
I ask why.
Simplicity and grace,
where have you gone?
It is in your nature to shift but still
I ask why.

I wish I could be here to stay but still,
I wish I could be gone to there but still,
I wish I could be here there.

Simplicity and grace,
can't you come back?
It is your nature to depart but still
I ask why.
Simplicity and grace,
please, just come back?
I never thought I would see
these words scream on ink.