Gone Cold

The darkness has knocked on

my door again

and asked for a cup

of tea

with a teaspoon of blood,

though the blood in

my veins has frozen

in my veins.

I say I have nothing

to offer

so he takes

my voice away.

The world goes

silent for a while

and the darkness leaves

without taking a single


I’ve gone cold

they say

and nothing can

warm the blood

running through my veins.

I’ve gone cold,

they say

and the darkness

is to blame.

The way he

walks down the street

with his head down

staring at the pavement

and mocking me





My Lost Way

The clouds move faster than they used to.

The days go by quicker

and I tend to forget what

what I had for breakfast that morning.

The bags under my eyes grow

darker and the cups of

coffee I drink

grow larger,

my dreams diminished.

I don’t know

what to do


The world outside

my window looks different

and I don’t know what it is.

It’s as if someone edited

my life with a black

and white filter

and I can’t remove it.

Where did all those

dreams go?

The warm ones

I stored on my bed side



The ones I used to know so well.


A Void

There seems to be

a void nowadays.

It eats up

my scribbled papers

and the brightness

of the night stars.

There seems to be something missing.

Isn’t there always?

The words I write


they disappear

from the page

as if they weren’t there

in the first place.

Someone told me that

they weren’t mine

in the first place.

Who are they to tell me

they aren’t my own?

After all,

I fill the void

with my words.

I couldn’t have it

any other way.


Cotton Candy- a poem

I met a boy with hair

the same color as

cotton candy.

Once it was bright pink,

and now it’s bright blue.


His eyes and his smile,

it seems,

are sweet too.


I met a boy

with a voice

as beautiful as

a sunset.

All I could

see were colors

escaping his lips

when he sings.


I met a boy who

always seems happy,

but when he’s alone

at night

he cries.

He wishes he could

do more in the world

even though

he’s reached the

mountain peaks.


I met a boy

in my dreams,

and he has the same

cotton candy colored hair.

I wish to tell him one

day how much he

means to me.

Perhaps in

a different



Across Oceans- a poem

I wish I could travel

across the oceans

in your eyes,

though they may

be brown

as the soil I grew

my love for you,

I’d still swim

to see you.

I’d still tell you

that I loved you.

That I love you.

That’ll never change

the ways

of the wind.

If you hear my voice,

remember that I’m across

the ocean waiting for you.


Summer Haze- a poem

It’s been one of those days

where you live in one of those big summer hazes

hiding from the sun

and feeling undone.

Your pen runs out

and you cannot help but

wonder why

you keep seeing your words

in the sky.

It’s that haze again,

I swear,

like summerallergies

and summersneezes,

your words

follow you home.

I can’t help

but wonder

where you go

once autumn comes around.



Hello! It’s been awhile. I’ve been busy with work and unfortunately that takes some of my inspiration to write poetry and short stories out of my brain. It stinks, but c’est la vie.

Nothing really new has been going on. Working, drinking absurd amounts of chai tea, and trying to find classes for next semester. I applied to an online school and got in so I’m debating whether or not to do part time at the current school I go to and part time at this online school. On top of that work as well…..I’ll try to blog as much as I can. 🙂 The perks of scheduling posts beforehand, amirite?

I missed you guys! How have you been? Ahead of your reading goal? Behind your reading goal? Like me….I’m 8 books behind and I was LITERALLY 10 ahead at the beginning of the year. I need to redeem myself on my week vacation up north.

YAY! Another thing to discuss. I’m going on vacation and my step-sister asked me if she thinks her mom would let her bring her Xbox camping/glamping since we’re staying in a cabin. What do you think? She told me she would only use it if the weathers bad and/or night time.

I personally think that she shouldn’t since we’re only there for a week versus a month and it takes away from the cabining (teehee I just made that up) experience. Though..I’d love to play Skyrim and Sims 4 on my laptop if the weather does get bad.

Anyway, I hope you are guys are doing splendid and please do let me know what your plans are for the rest of the summer..unless it isn’t summer where you guys are..I’d still like to know!

I hope the upcoming week treats you well and I will talk to you guys soon!

Keep on reading,

Hannah the bookworm


Mountain Morning and My New Poem Photos

Hi, everyone! It’s been quite a while since I’ve posted. I’d like to introduce you guys to my new poem photos! I call them “infopoems” instead of your regular infographic…it’s a poem graphic. I think they’re pretty cool.

I use Canva to use their creative commons designs and text. Sometimes I use my own photos and place their various fonts ontop.

My first poem “Your Favorite Pine Trees” is up on my new writing Instagram @ fablesandteawriting (ignore the space I didn’t want to accidentally tag myself in this post). This infopoem is the second in my “nature and sweet nothings” series. I’ll be posting six poems total but spread out over time on my Instagram and occasionally here as well.

Check out my new Instagram if you please.

Hope you all are well and here is “mountain morning”:

Mountain morning.png