hannah-j-strauss
21/F/Hamilton, New Zealand
I am originally from South Africa, and moved to NZ for university. I love writing across all styles and genres and am working to write and publish a book in the next 5 years. I can't decide between cats and dogs, and pasta is my favourite food.
Here I have loved
Here I have lost
Onto greener pastures I go
I'd like you to follow
@hannah_strauss_poetry
Is where I will be waiting for you
Eagerly. :)
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 5:29 PM UTC
Perfectly tuned keys step out into the world
Dance down the canals of my ears.
Float into the blank vision of peace
And disappear like smoke before the next note falls.
Lashings of rain sound like popcorn on the creaky tin roof
And between cloud-washed sunshine
The wind sings its own song through the skies.
Its voice is familiar but always forgotten.
Cold creeps in, fog around my ankles.
Silence crushes around me, an ocean collapsing.
Music fulfills me, I am becoming.
Until the last key is played.
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC
Little spider on the wall.
Tell me, do see the love?
Tell me, do you feel the fear?
Little spider and the wall, tell me, is our love, love at all?
Was it meant to be?
Little spider on the wall
Is he a man you ask?
No, he is so much more.
Am I women you ask?
No, I could be so much more.
Little spider on the wall
I turn a round and you are gone
Where you even there at all?
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 7:53 PM UTC
My eyes are brown, like molasses.
Or cinnamon...
It depends how the sun shines.
They are not bright.
They do not glimmer.
They are not oceans or stars or green like emeralds.
My eyes are brown, like a deer's.
Big and round...
They are innocent and can't scare anyone.
They are warm.
The sun turns them molten.
They are kind and soft.
I wish I had blue eyes...
To pierce into the minds of others and leave my impression.
To be memorable for the brightness in my face.
To be feared for the fury in my gaze.
I wish I had blue eyes...
So I could be part of the "pretty" club.
So I had an entire section of adjectives to describe them.
So I was special.
But I have brown eyes, and that will have to do.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
I wake up before my phone's buzz, because I am SO excited to be alive.
I wake up and love just fills every pore and thought.
I wake up and the world is lucky to have me in it today!
Notifications let me know I was missed.
Birds sing good morning to me!
The spiders have spun, "hello friend" above my head.
My hair looks great, soft and shining.
My smile is broader than the horizon of possibilties.
My eyes are gleaming with potential.
Every outfit clings to me in awe.
My makeup does little.
My voice would make Enya cry.
Today I am a masterpiece of the universe.
Today I am a living God.
Today I am cosmically great.
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 9:12 PM UTC
This summer is different.
The sun warms stiff wintery bones just right.
The winds brush through my hair like fingers.
The water laughs and plays like children around me.
This summer is different.
The rain is heavy like my favourite coat.
The trees are taller than I remember.
The days are never long enough.
This summer is different.
I am alone for the first time.
It is so quiet; I can now hear my body speak to me.
This time, I will listen.
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC
You know when you argue with someone
and you see the brickwall?
Behind their eyes it builds, and your words
crumpling against it.
And you bang your voice at the cement cracks
between thier stubborness and it comes back raw.
When you smash your fists against the jagged rock
begging for them to just SEE!
Pleading for them to understand...
And your knuckles come away broken and ******
And you've lost before anything really begun.
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 11:14 PM UTC
Today I am alone, but am not lonely.
The spring warmth and teasing breeze
Are all I need for company.
My silhouetted head and shoulders
Shield my eyes from the blinding sun.
I remember winter, wet and wind and do not miss it's chill being undone.
The chewy soft doughnuts, bought and Baked just minutes ago
Smell heavenly like sticky vanilla
And the buzzy bees will tell you so.
Birds I cannot see, chirrup and choo.
They see the promise of Spring
And I can feel it too.
The bluest blue of the sky above
Is clear as dewy morning drops.
A Monarch flits by idly
Its wings like a velvet glove.
A chocolate Labrador waits at the gaps in the fence.
He really wants to play.
But here I must sit patiently, and let the poetry have it's say.
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 9:46 PM UTC
Hate is heavy
That's why children fly.
It's weighs through your heart.
Comes out in your eyes.
Hate is heavy
Strong shoulders and bowed head.
Permanent scowl unable to lift
Once grinning lips now full of dread.
Hate is heavy
Like a library inside your mind.
Crammed with things you know.
And things you wanted to leave behind.
Hate is heavy.
So let it go.
It will only **** you faster.
Nice and hatefully slow.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 2:25 AM UTC
I hate myself so much.
I see the fat that coats my bones.
An immovable sludge.
I see the stares the beautiful girls get from everyone.
I see people look at my body with pity.
I hate myself so much.
I see the cellulite bulge through my clothes.
My insecurity makes me want to cry at the gym.
I hate myself so much.
I am strong.
I am fast.
I am me.
But there is nothing I hate more than me.
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 10:36 PM UTC