Hanna Mae Mata

Hanna Mae Mata Dec 2015

He smokes cigarettes to set the ocean on fire.
And before he can even dry a drop
from the salty carnival of waves,
he has already consumed most of himself.
While the ocean, the waves, all of it-
will not mourn for him no matter
how it roars of blue,
no matter how it bowls
the most ardent tears
lavishly.

#self #dreams #spilledink #hopelessness #spilledwords #hannamaemata96

Hanna Mae Mata Dec 2015

Out of words

Your presence
teases all my vocabulary
towards my brain’s non-recyclable parts.
Leaves me wondering why-
when’s it all about you,
all the words- I can still write.

Hanna Mae Mata Dec 2015

Unlightedness

Have you already felt
the absence of light-
Without blinking,
Without closing
your eyes?

#hope #dark #nature #clouds #light #spilledink #hannamaemata

Hanna Mae Mata Dec 2015

These walls

I see that your side of our closet
has gone blank.
And I,
I do not know
what to do with these walls
full of our photographs.

#love #heartbreak #hope #spilledink #hannamaemata96

Hanna Mae Mata Nov 2015

Your old photograph

There is no distance
like the space that there is
between me and
this old photograph
resting on the
the most immediate side
of my bed.

What should I give to be able to trace the lines on your face again?

#love #hope #missing #distance #spilledink #hannamaemata96

Hanna Mae Mata Nov 2015

To whom do I owe you tonight

Is it the tide of people on the narrow pavement
the subtle stir of air, the strange claim of gravity,
Or some anonymous density resting atop the lights?
If not, tell me-
To whom do I owe your soul this night?

Hanna Mae Mata Nov 2015

Those nights

I remember
one of those nights,
right before you rang
at my door,
when I used to call
writing
a chore.

#writing #spilled #hannamaemata96