Hannah Elizabeth

Hannah Elizabeth Oct 2013

no one to talk to,
About nothing at all.
I can still feel you.

Hannah Elizabeth Sep 2013

He had nice eyes.

first thing I noticed about him.

and his teeth were straight.

pearly white.

probably a Jesus lover.

had a ******* his arm.

not much to her.

barely noticed her at all.

not much of a presence.

That's the type men want

nowadays.

plain.

simple.

christian family.

doesn't spend all her time smoking

*** and

writing poems.

I bet she's got a college degree.

I bet she's never said "****" or "****".

I bet she likes animals.

She's the kind of girl you can take home to your folks.

and he loves her for that.

a perfect match.

but I don't envy them.

I simply give them a tiny smile

when they look my way.

Hannah Elizabeth Sep 2013

a lapse in memory

I'm temporary;
Like an old pair of shoes,
you'll grow out of me
eventually.

A poem i wrote quite a long time ago.

Hannah Elizabeth Sep 2013

Untitled

I want to be dark and brooding like
Charles Bukowski
tortured
depressed
pragmatic
I want the cold hands of certainty
or rather, uncertainty
to grab me by the neck and
drag me into a poetic
comatose

I want to sell my soul
and lose my sanity.

I guess I'm already half way there.

Hannah Elizabeth Sep 2013

love, and **** all else

your books were boring
and your music was boring
and your words were boring
(if you ever had anything to say)
but those lips
and those eyes
they were enough
because, what are humans?
why, we're
nothing more than parasites.
shallow and vapid
always looking for
validation
(much like a parking ticket)
I couldn't care less about the
endless dribble you called conversation
I'd part your lips with my fingers
(Who has time for talking anyways)
I liked the way you did your hair,
and the ways you'd slip into my thoughts periodically throughout the day
as if on a timer.
And if I cared enough,
I may come to find things
that I actually like about
you
but as I said
What are humans if not lust-driven parasites
living only to survive and conquer all?

dare to disagree?

Hannah Elizabeth Sep 2013

lonely night haiku

This bed is soft and
My skin is warm underneath
this quilt made for two

sometimes you gotta be a little corny.

Hannah Elizabeth Sep 2013

(do you remember this dream)

I stood by
and watched
as you
enveloped my heart
and conquered my soul

and I felt the storm stirring
behind the lids of my
eyes
(and the lightening)
(and the thunder)
at the tip of your
tongue

And when the floodgates finally
collapsed
and the waters grew taller
I escaped from your
lungs
and found shelter
in your bones

There are few things in life that
I am certain of
like,
I am certain the sun will rise tomorrow and
I am certain the grass will grow and
the map will tell you to go north
and the compass will point
east

and if I see your name again I know
(it's all in my head)
so I will change my course for solitude
and search for happiness
on different shores.