Hannah Chin: Poems

655 · Oct 2018

Hannah Chin Oct 2018

deephate
lossand anguish
it all mixesinto onelargemess
somewords dont eventouch thisfeeling
myeyes areallout of tears and hanghalfclosed
or is it halfopen to you whofeel
myheart—does itevenbeat
hard totell
youcant know
whati befeeling
howcan you foolsunderstand
youwant tohelp then LEAVEMEALONE
theresnothing youcando
tosave mefromthis
pit
of
des-
pair
ilike theblack
ofthis smallroom
iusedto likepink
iwanted
tobe
apretty princess
andlive inacastle witha
kingso kind
butdreams dont
cometrue
learnthisnow
youfools
dreams
are
like
pa-
per
burningin
theFLAMES
OFHELL
just
like
me
.
.
.
.
do
not
give up
myChild
I still loveyou
myChild
youvegone farther
than
rockbottom
butlisten
to
Me
listen
listenlisten
toMe
.
.
.
.
I
THOUGHT
I GOTRIDOF
YOU
HOWDARE YOU
COMEINTO
THIS
SOULOFMINE
LEAVEHER
ALONE
you are
so
alone
myfriend
cantyousee
noonecares about
you
theylie
when theysay
dothose fools
listentomee
tome
listen
to
me
.
.
.
.
thischaos
inside
icannotcontrol
itatall
iwantto
SCREAMAND
SHOUTbut
icant
i wantto
crybut icant
letgo
of
me
setme
FREE
p
l
e
a
s
e
.
.
.
.
up
uplook
upMy
Child
iamnot faraway
letyourheart
beat
beat
beat
again
takemy hand
myChild
iwill
neverleave
younor forsake
you myChild
istill
love
you
.
.
.
.
is
that
alight
itsbeenso
dark for solong
imnot evensure what
lightlooks like
do i dareto hope
dare tolook
up
up
up
.
.
.
.
YOU
FOOL
thereis nolight
light doesnot exist
ithought youwould have
LEARNEDTHIS BY NOW
theonly waytogo is
down
down
down
.
.
.
.
here
iam
myChild
here i am
take my
hand
please dontlook
down
dontlook
down
i
still
loveyou
myChild
ido
i
do
.
.
.
.
i
cant
lookdown
doi darelook up
amieven worthit
thelight
is
faint
butican
see
it
clear
as day
.
.
.
.
NO
YOUFOOL
you arenot worthy
you cannot hope
donteven try
hope
is
frail
youcant
trust
hope
.
.
.
.
i
surprise
myself
istill
look up
ithink maybe
there is a littlehope
maybethere
is a little
hope
.
.
.
.
yes
myChild
there is hope
still look up and see
the light gets
bigger
warmer
see me here
I still love
you
myChild
I still love you
.
.
.
.
NO YOU FOOL
no you fool
no
you
fool
.
.
.
.
the
light
is warm
the light is
bright
i
like
the light
i like
the
light
.
.
.
.
no
dont leaveme
here alone
listen to me
one last
time
.
.
.
.
LEAVE
MYCHILD ALONE
myChild
you are
safe
here in
the
light
you are safe
here in the light
i still love you.

I originally wanted to write something about suicide but this came out in the end. This is about a battle that most people can't see. But it is a battle that goes on within all of us.

#battle #salvation #love

400 · Oct 2018

A Vision of a Tree

Hannah Chin Oct 2018

A Vision of a Tree

A thousand monarchs sit upon their thrones
Side by side, flashing their wings now and then.
Gusts of wind blow through and shake their bones.
A monarch falls from his throne to his end.

Time flies and the seasons change
A million monarch’s sit upon their thrones.
Wind blows a fierce kiss within their range
Two monarch’s fall with shouts and groans.

The monarchs’ thrones have grown
Their borders reaching far and wide.
The winds of change have now flown
Calling the monarch’s to abide.

Time flies and the seasons change
A billion monarchs have wistfully flown
They, stretching their wings of age,
Now leave bare their once beautiful thrones.

The branches they once sat upon
Now stripped and bare, lay susceptible
To the wind’s every whim, rarely fond.
The branches hang alone as a crucible.

Time flies and the seasons change.
The monarchs have left their thrones
Have left the constant for a change.
To the ground to wait, they have flown.

#butterflies #kings #change

351 · Oct 2018

Looking out my Window

Hannah Chin Oct 2018

Looking out my Window

I hear them whisper just outside my door.
They say I am not likely to last another day.
I know this all too well. My fate, I have accepted.
Yet I cannot keep myself from hoping, wishing, praying
As I lay here in my bed looking out my window.

When I wrote this, I was really sick and it seemed like I would never get better and I often find myself just looking out my window.

#sick #hope #life #death #ill #fate

318 · Oct 2018

She gazes out the window

Hannah Chin Oct 2018

She gazes out the window

She gazes out the window
A distant look in her eyes.
In her green eyes I see a longing
To be alone, to be away, far away.
And in that moment I see
For the first time, I can see
In her weary eyes the show of time.
I see in the lines of her face
A story of loss, of longing, of love.
Her sad eyes shift slowly to me.
To me and you she looks upon
Love painted across her face.
Tis then she knows without a doubt
Her sacrifice was not for naught.

#mothers #sacrifice #love

317 · Oct 2018

Heart of Words

Hannah Chin Oct 2018

Heart of Words

I confessed my love to her
In pretty words speaking softly, fondly
And she spake unto me:

You fool, do you not realize?
You bring forth tears to mine eyes
For thou hast not realized
What thou hast said or done.
Thy words are as an empty shell
Deserted by its host, never to be full again.
Thy colours are beautiful, thy words sweet,
Yea, sweet to the taste, but vile in the pit.
Thy heart—Thy heart is a heart of words.
Thou art empty.
Thou hast not found thy meaning.

I protested, indeed, trying desperately
To convince the beautiful creature
Of my love and adoration
But my heart, my heart of words
Knew all too well that she spake truth.
I needn’t press upon thy time any farther,
I told her. And I turned my back.
I turned my back from the light
And simply walked away
Unfeeling, unchanged.

#love #rejection

298 · Oct 2018

To Be Homeless

Hannah Chin Oct 2018

To Be Homeless

A tree stands
In an empty field.
Stripped of its clothes
It bears the wind alone.

Just an observation of some of the people around me.

#homeless #alone #observation

290 · Oct 2018

To My Blesséd Beauty

Hannah Chin Oct 2018

To My Blesséd Beauty

‘Twas mid-day when I sat
Ready with paint and brush and all that.
Upon the stool I sat brush in hand
But like a bowl of lentils plain, my mind ‘twas bland.
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Passed before not one idea did flow’r.

‘Twas mid-night when I stood
Brush and paint in hand I did not think I could
Create even a twig or blade o’ grass.
So I took my brush, my paint, and all th’ mass
And turned quite sudden to throw them all
In to th’ depths of nearest lake to fall.

But unbeknownst to me,
That hellish stool on which I sat to paint thee
Had fallen to that curséd ground
With th’intent to trip me I soon found.
And fall I did in to th’ nearest lake
With paint and brush and all that I did hate.

And ‘twas then that I thought
As I did sink, ‘twas then that I was caught
With thine image of pure light.
‘Twas then one hour past mid-night
When I beheld thy face of peace
Upon my canvas painted piece by piece.

Then I rose to th’ surface calm as could be.
I took my soaked paint and brush and all that I could see
And sat upon that hellish stool
To paint thee floating in that pool.
So ‘tis to thee that I do write this bit of Posey.
To thee, O my dear, my blesséd beauty.

#vision #art #paint

289 · Oct 2018

I was Forgotten

Hannah Chin Oct 2018

I was Forgotten

I was faithful, I was good.
Constant in prayer with my
Lord and Savior I knew
Without a doubt that I
Was safe in my Lord’s arms.
But then that blessed day came.
The sky was bright and brilliant
Filled with my Lord’s glory.
I watched in wonder as
Fellow believers in the Lord
Were lifted to the heavens
Till all but I were with my Lord.
The angels sang, the Lord spoke
And I was left in darkness.
I, a good and faithful believer,
Was forgotten by my loving Lord.
Surrounded by evil I was left
To perish on this God-forsaken land.
And then I awoke with a start.

#heaven #lost #dream

248 · Oct 2018

What doth lie in the midst of mine heart

Hannah Chin Oct 2018

What doth lie in the midst of mine heart

What doth lie in the midst of mine heart?
Tis’ the colour of hate,
The shade of pride.
This thing called sin fills my being.
LORD make this sin not my fate.
In ev’ry part o’ me does it bide.
It is despised but weak I am in fleeing.
My mortal form doth tremble with fear.
I can do nothing to rid me of this hate,
This pride that drowns me so.
Hear my plea and catch my tears.
As pulling Peter from the wave
Do grasp mine hand that flaileth to and fro
Searching for Thy hand of strength.
Pull Thy servant from the depths
And into Thy one true Light.
As he that writ in prose to Thee,
Create in me a clean heart, O God.
Hold me in Thy love, Thy mercy, Thy might.
Make me Thine own, though I be not worthy.
Accept this humble prayer from me, mere dust.
For You, and You alone, are able and willing.
Amen

This is a prayer. A realization of how truly sinful and evil the human race is without God.

#god #prayer #pray #sin #human

203 · Oct 2018

When all have left

Hannah Chin Oct 2018

When all have left

When all have left, I listen.
Nothing but the wind of my breath,
exhale of the trees
greet my ringing ears.
I find myself in silent solitude.
In the echoing silence of the night
I open my mouth to speak but stop short,
afraid to shatter this bliss.
Tears begin to trickle down from my closed eyes
as I begin to feel.
To feel Him.
Here,
now,
quietly,
whisperly,
when all have left, I feel Him

This is a poem about the sort of peace that comes after a busy and chaotic day. When you sir in the dark and feel a slow and subtle Peace come in.

#peace #god

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