"hansen" poems
I am unsolved, I am a statue in mortality, my smile has had an impact on society but my life has never been absolved
All I wanted to do was entertain, but instead, someone betrayed me and let my blood fall like rain and with nothing to gain
Before and after, my eyes have always been open so while you figure out who's the killer wheather it was Rob, Ed, or that guy Hansen, I have to wait, invisible to the world and lost until then
I've been killed, tortured but you all just talk about which side they cut first or how my body tore, the name is Black Dahlia and that name has become a media *****
My smile has been smeared ear to ear, my body severed in half, my veins drained of every quart but I am still proud to say my name is Elizabeth Short
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
Arthur McKnight was a powerful man and New York was his playground. Not that he ventured out anymore at night now that he had met Evangeline. The long days of mind-numbing numbers he crunched managing Wall Street hedge funds had taken their toll on him over the years, but becoming intimate with Evangeline had saved him, had changed him in ways so fundamental that for him she was all that mattered.
Arthur no longer noticed these subtle differences. He daydreamed by the dim LCD light of stock tickers, craving the touch that only his woman could bestow upon him. He had surrendered completely to her bliss.
These days when he woke to her already gone from his Upper West Side apartment all that was left of her presence was a lipstick kiss on the mirror and a bottle of Sally Hansen Tangerine Orange nailpolish. The quiet was deafening, but that bottle of Sally Hansen left on the bathroom counter held the promise of Evangeline's return.
It was just after 7 p.m. when Arthur made it home and he could already sense her. She was coming. He strode with purpose to his master suite, spying the black thigh-highs and silky red dress he had laid out for her arrival. The waiting was unbearable, and Arthur finally broke, needing Evangeline so badly he could smell her perfume, could taste her in his throat. It was time; no more waiting.
"You look lovely tonight, Evangeline," Arthur croaked aloud as he pulled the first of the thigh highs onto his shaven legs...
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
A teacher died at our school today
and tears dropped from black lined eyes
the chapel was full of
somber human creatures
praying without noise
sniffles thundered the heavy silence
everywhere I looked were red
swollen glossy eyes
and blank
pained expressions of sorrow
water fell down on ripe grass
cascaded down cheeks
and spilled off of noses
choked voices cracked liked fractured bones
the priests voice wobbled
a loose stool leg
as he recalled visiting her in the hospital
stranding strongly at the podium
tales of her existence bloomed out of mouths
and watery laughter could be heard
from the classrooms
I
a lowerclassman
watched indifferent
yet silent
embracing my older friends silently
as they cried
we came together as a family
to remember a wonderful woman
Mrs. Hansen
may you rest in peace
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
Speaking from the storm the madness is the perfect place to be.
The roads movement takes my mind from diffrent stages none of
which are sobber.
Like some acid test reject being told I've already had to much
when I hadnt even taken a single hit.
Oh well catholic school was long behind me.
And reflecting apon sister Mary I question why any man would hold such a bizzar fantasy although after that first beating when
I screamed out ****** woman lets knock off the forplay
give me that paddle no wonder the poor woman was shocked.
Thoose years were great till they finally passed me **** how I was looking forward to my tenth prom people see a grown man
at there door a case a beer under one arm and some strange
flower thing in the other asking for there seventeen year old daughter and they assume your some kind of pervert.
Dam you Chris Hansen.
Yes then you turn to dating teachers but there only interested
in the younger one's dammit woman wait hey you used to be
in my class now your a teacher growing up.
Ive herd most people are into it but that doesnt sound like
much fun.
But now that it was voted i could no longer go to summer camp.
Cause of legal issues I have to join this grown up world.
But like my best friend Timmy said life really ***** sometimes
Gonzo.
Yes Timmy you are wise for a ten year old you know you really shouldnt be drinking that mix of cookies ***** and red bull
is a wicked one indeed trust me I learned that at three.
Well as I down six heinekens take a few uppers chop a line
down seven shots of wild turkey just to take the edge off befor work.
I fix my tie and **** it up.
cause that school bus isnt gonna drive itself.
That and thoose kids parents are goona be worried.
Sometimes thoose field trips just get outta hand.
Hell they needed to brush up on there spanish.
Well untill this is Gonzo saying stay crazy and avoid being caught sober blame it on the booze adios.
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 8:07 AM UTC
I have never experienced summer or autumn
(Yet)
I’m obviously not Tom Hansen
(Though I have a lot of similarities)
I am Lars from Norway
(I don’t work out at a gym and am inferior to both Brad Pitt’s face and Jesus’ abs)
I’m dreaming of a sweet disposition to one day carry me home
(But I never accompany girls through cities or on trains)
Spring has lasted 21 years...
(Still running strong)
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 11:02 AM UTC
Ms. Hansen sits alone
her dusty pink dress starting to wrinkle
She hungers for someone
anyone
to open her up and love her
or use her
He would extend one claw
Rough and scarred
chewed nails
She’d take it
perfectly manicured
his tongue would taste of spiteful intent
and smoke
The air stinks jovial
Alcohol scalds tongues
She kills brain cells
Only an observer
watching others picked
skirts twirling
dancing
an eternal wall flower
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 5:49 AM UTC
Sharkie
measles that
are hypocrisy
when a
hypocrite as
such was
Hansen's Disease
so theoretically
die in
luxury with
tapeworm that
****** larvae
from Brexit
where tis
Patrick's arm
and harmful
as armpit
in squaller
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 7:46 AM UTC
“Dear Evan Hansen”
“Hamilton”
“High School Musical”
“The Sound Of Music”
“Waitress”
These are just a few of my favorite musicals
Musicals have the power to make everything better
Whenever I'm down or feeling blue I watch a musical
or sometimes I just listen to the music
Anything to put a smile back on my face
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Role plays an important role in the home
and the Middle East. "Honest and Cool
Cold Russia" Michael, Black, Black, Al,
Both, Hep, 1, Fantasy Smile and Fantasy
Fourth of Hampton in 3rd Year, or 3rd
Kansas-Jones in the 3rd Quartet, Black-skinned
North American experts are right. The skin
is very cold. Trash on the city and the Middle
East and Russia, religion and Mary's corner,
pregnancy, hair, computer skills, noise, noise,
and text. The Rise of the Guide is the first
edition of the book. My mother is a modern
retailer and pharmacist for modern women
and for publishing. Marcus Black, Yellow
and Black Black, Raw, Apples, Cold Tea,
Toothpaste, Hot and Cold Water. Wing test
interviews and many women in five to seven
years. Traditional cultural values of worship,
Russia, pharmaceuticals, and lower-middle-grade
drugs are for adults, adults, pregnancies, hair,
computers, audio, air, and text. Hansen
Selected Professor of the Forest and Wooded
Mountain. Service wrote a special song
for FIM. As a matter of fact, I remember
childhoods, black, black, red, black,
different ideas, and shoes, and I encountered
problems in the city I experienced
in the West. Gameplay, the goodness
of the devil, the heavens, the elephants
with the flow of the prophets, the best
of the blue and Japanese royal genres.
Our children and homeless children
will complete a white baby white.
This book is from Hagar
and Clark, Clark's Star. But if it is
not worth the money, it's a privilege.
I will return food; food, clothing,
and now to eat, or, thieves, thieves,
thieves, but fiction's contravention,
computer, home, music, things.
O, circle. Jeremy Clark, his own
wilderness lakes, shadows and 400 stars.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC