poetry

His Portrait

I watch his eyes

fill with endless

sorrow

to him no tomorrow

and me no today.

His portrait

hangs in the castle

of my memory.

 

I ran before he could

catch me

but long for him

to follow behind

my mind cannot

stay in one place.

 

His portrait hangs

in my memory

cracked glass

and recollections,

his eyes gaze upon me.

 

If I do ever wander

those halls

one night

again

with a lantern

in my left

and heart on my right.

I thought I heard

him crying for me.

 

It was probably some fantasy

of mine.

poetry

At Last Those Fears

Monsters aren’t those fables

you’ve read in your

children’s book.

They’re merely the

souls wandering around

your every corner.

Ripped from their

crimson fingernails

and scaly backsides,

they’re humans right

before you.

 

Not each had bad intentions,

don’t let the others cast

a spell and

blindside your

thoughts into black

clouds

and thunderstorms.

At last those

fears

will simmer

in that cup of tea

you grasp.

~

poetry

Too Good to Be Real

Those green eyes

And that smile

Make you seem like

A dream come true

Those freckles

Underneath

Your nose.

 

Your eyes were green

As that grass

In the summer

And voice

A phantom’s song.

 

I must’ve sang

The wrong words.

poetry

Galaxies-a poem inspired by National Day of Silence LBTQA+ (which was 4.21.17)

Fern and Eve spent countless hours

trying to count each star

one

by

one

when the weather

was dry

as those apricot shavings

in their yogurt.

They didn’t know what

to expect once

a black hole came

to swallow the earth

whole.

 

They had a plan.

A blueprint per say

and in those dark

and lonely times

in the summer

when no one else

was around to play.

They added new

items on their blue print

and danced away.

 

The years had passed

and the love they

thought they wanted

wasn’t pure as

each other’s.

They added new

galaxies to that map.

And finally discovered

that the world

they wanted

wasn’t pure

as their love for each other.

 

They hid in those galaxies

until the black hole

headed the other direction.

Fern and Eve scratched that

blue print

and ripped their past

to shreds.

 

There are new galaxies

and stars to discover.

Endless amounts.

~

 

 

 

Reviews

Thirteen Reasons Why-My Opinion

Wow, it’s been a while *walks in with a cup of tea and skids to the screen* I’ve missed you all! (Work, rehearsals, and school have taken over my life. ONCE AGAIN) *laughing emoji because I’m typing this on a desktop computer*

I have a funny story before we begin!

Today I purchased one of those Unicorn Frappuccinos from Starbucks. Many social media platforms have been exploding of photos and videos and advertisements. That’s what happens these days..mostly memes hit the internet harder than frappuccinos. I basically bought the frappuccino to try it.

When I got home, I looked at the side of the cup…it said “Hannah Baker”. I was laughing for at least two minutes because I didn’t even notice that someone wrote that (my name is also Hannah and spelled the same way) and I love the show Thirteen Reasons Why.

I’d like to discuss that show.

Synopsis of Show

This TV drama follows a boy name Clay who receives 12 cassette taps on his doorstep. These cassette taps were recorded by a girl named Hannah. Each tape is a new reason why she committed suicide (I actually tear up thinking about this.). Clay listens to these tapes throughout the entire show.

The Debate About Thirteen Reasons Why

I’ve read a lot of reviews about Thirteen Reasons Why while scrolling through Facebook and Twitter. Some have said the directors should not have portrayed the suicide in such a fashion. In certain episodes things can get graphic…but it really does happen out there.

There are people out there who are willing to make others suffer whether it be physically or mentally. It may hit close to home and trigger those who have gone through this sort of pain/trauma.

I think the motive was to educate those who haven’t suffered themselves but who know someone who is struggling with this issue. The makers of Thirteen Reasons Why were trying to educate us all, not offend.

Of course filming this sort of show is difficult. So difficult. You have to keep in mind that these people were being brutally honest.

The Second Big Debate With This Show

I saw one particular post about this subtopic. Sadly, I don’t remember where I read it or what it was called. All I remember is that one critic said that Thirteen Reasons Why justified pining the reasons for suicide on other people.

That was just Hannah’s circumstance. She was bullied beyond her breaking point. Everyone’s life story is different. What we go through isn’t the same to those we surround ourselves with.

There are warnings for those who might be triggered by such actions in the beginning of the episode. If anyone is affected by this, they shouldn’t watch. It will just spur more negative emotions.

*rant over*

Thanks for reading! I hope to be more active over the next few weeks.

I’ll be posting a new poem within a few days.

Keep reading my friends,

Hannah 🙂

poetry

Another Day//Fables and Tea 4.5.17

Those songs always come to an end

just like another day passes

and another night ends.

A silence

as loud as

my heart beats

sings the birds to sleep

with songs that

they could no longer sing.

It’s dead outside

and another day

has passed.

Not a word,

not a sound.

You slowly pass me by

and those wings

I gave you

were clipped.

You didn’t need

me to escape.

You used me as

a reason to escape.

~

Updates

Shakespeare and Other Wonders//Fables and Tea 4.4.17

There’s Always a Hidden Meaning

In my AP Lit class we’re reading Hamlet. (Yay..Shakespeare.) I haven’t decided if I like Shakespeare or not, but I find the process of reading and analyzing his work very entertaining.

I’m often caught between words and end up having to read each sentence over and over again. That state of confusion just occurred during sophomore year when we had to read Julius Caesar. What made reading Julius Caesar different from the rest of the plays we read was those PSAT tests hanging over my head. I guess I didn’t really pay attention that well…so there’s an answer.

I’m glad that eventually I learned my lesson sophomore year, of course when the tests were over. Those tests didn’t even matter…I wonder why I was so wrapped around the fear of failing a practice test. *shrugs then sips cup of tea*

I find Hamlet interesting. The entire beginning was a total contradiction to the way we’re supposed to react. Shouldn’t Francisco be the one to ask Barnardo why the heck he showed up out of nowhere?

I wouldn’t have noticed that just by reading it. Which brings me to my point..what else have I missed when reading Shakespeare? What underlying meanings did I miss in Julius Caesar or Romeo and Juliet?

Analyzing text has always been a challenge for me. Especially analyzing the text of classics such as Hamlet and Gilgamesh. Believe it or not I find it easier to analyze poetry better than plays or novels. You’d think that would be more difficult..idk *laughing emoji*

How many of you struggled with Shakespeare? Are any of you quite familiar with it?

In Other News…

How have you all been?

Spring has sprung!!! I’m so excited. Nothing like fresh flowers to brighten the aftermath of a few gloomy months.

Stay tuned for a new poem coming your way!

-Hannah the amateur Shakespeare reader