Alex Hanna

Alex Hanna Jan 2018

Feelings

Feeling nothing—happy or sad
Feeling nothing—good or bad
Feeling nothing—fire or ice
Feeling something would be nice.

#numb

Alex Hanna Jan 2018

Sleepless night, we meet again
The moon, the stars do not portend
My restless eyes
Gaze up at the skies
Waiting for the sun to rise
For in the day
The night fades away
Yet I hopelessly wish the darkness would stay
Where we dance this dance
In night-time romance
The moon's perfect lighting, enamored, entranced
Knowing that soon the sunlight will bend
around the horizon, bringing the end
To this seductive affair
Be prepared
The daytime will leave you cold and bare
So savor the warmth wrapped in the night
Feast on the splendor, drink the delight.

Alex Hanna Jan 2018

Canadian Bacon

Fried
Like Canadian bacon
My mind doggedly crawls forward
Burnt to a crisp
But I am here
Trudging along
Reaching endlessly
towards the edge of the pan

Alex Hanna Jan 2018

A Seductive Aroma

A seductive aroma of
lavender and lilac,
dances through the air,
singing sonnets of
lovely Spring glory.

A flame illuminates
the emblazoned Summer sky:
A back-yard barbecue
woven upon
freshly cut grass.

When the candle is extinguished;
it leaves a burning ember;
sultry smoke infused into
an Autumn rain;
I can taste it in my lungs.

And when the flame dies out,
the sweet smoke slowly
fades into the night;
Leaving a memory so vibrant, it
lingers on the tip of my tongue.

Alex Hanna Jan 2018

Lonely Occupant

I occupy space
breathe earth's air
but what's the purpose
of me being here

I'm wastefully waiting
sitting, debating
corroding, decaying
don't know why I'm staying

here on this planet
there has to be more
alone in my bubble
yet a world to explore

a world of happiness
joy and life
but all I see
is darkness and strife

what's the purpose
of me being here
I wish that I
could disappear

Alex Hanna Jan 2018

Sandy Fate

Left for dead upon the shore;
Bruised and ******, yet I yearn for more:
More pain, more anguish, I'll survive.
Knowingly certain that I'm alive.

Picked at by the gulls above;
This is all I know of love.
My naked bones lie in wait
To crumble to their sandy fate.

Alex Hanna Jan 2018

Smoke

You could pinch my arm
and I wouldn't wince.

All feelings repelled
like water to oil.

If you lit me on fire
I'd share a smoky
sigh before suffocating
without ever saying a word.