She reeks
of menthol cigarettes
and stale alcohol.
Her behavior
is raucous,
loud,
and unbecoming.
Her hair
is flat
and her clothes
fit improperly.
She is trash
personified.
And yet,
You
are continually running
to her
and her thieving arms,
Leaving me
completely
and utterly
Alone.
Home: Wishing I was in, Unique New York, United States
About Me: I'm a theatre major working towards Broadway. My goal is to be stage managing there by the time I'm thirty. I write when the urge strikes, which is becoming increasingly rare.
posted by Jill at 2:28 AM
Sunday, July 26, 2009
She who rocks the babies
also holds the world,
shelters the future within
her arms.
Her soft humming
of lullabies
echoes those of the past
and stretches
into those of the future,
linking each and every generation,
entwining all together,
lacing together the past
and the future.
Her soft-spoken voice
echoes
in the minds of all,
ringing
in the ears
of children
and world leaders.
She's the ever-present
everlasting guardian.
She answers to
Mom,
Mother,
and Mommy.
- Hannah Jo, 2009
also holds the world,
shelters the future within
her arms.
Her soft humming
of lullabies
echoes those of the past
and stretches
into those of the future,
linking each and every generation,
entwining all together,
lacing together the past
and the future.
Her soft-spoken voice
echoes
in the minds of all,
ringing
in the ears
of children
and world leaders.
She's the ever-present
everlasting guardian.
She answers to
Mom,
Mother,
and Mommy.
- Hannah Jo, 2009
Labels: baby, family, life, love, lullaby, Mom, Mommy, Mother, poetry
We were growing up, budding in a new found sexuality that we were just as unwilling to admit as our parents.
~*~
He's a beautiful young man who writes me poetry and sings me lullabies.
~*~
"What do you mean you don't know how to fight? Jenny, you have three older brothers!" Elsie glared around the living room, surveying each of the boys in turn. "None of you guys ever taught your little sister how to throw a punch?! What if Romeo here tried something!" Elsie gestured at Jenny's boyfriend for emphasis.
Chad gestured frantically as he defended himself. "I would never!"
"Why's that?" Jenny stepped in front of her boyfriend, indicating that he was moving into dangerous water.
"Jenny! You have THREE older brothers!"
"Smart move, Romeo." Elsie said, as she curled up next to her favorite of the aforementioned older brothers.
~*~
He's a beautiful young man who writes me poetry and sings me lullabies.
~*~
"What do you mean you don't know how to fight? Jenny, you have three older brothers!" Elsie glared around the living room, surveying each of the boys in turn. "None of you guys ever taught your little sister how to throw a punch?! What if Romeo here tried something!" Elsie gestured at Jenny's boyfriend for emphasis.
Chad gestured frantically as he defended himself. "I would never!"
"Why's that?" Jenny stepped in front of her boyfriend, indicating that he was moving into dangerous water.
"Jenny! You have THREE older brothers!"
"Smart move, Romeo." Elsie said, as she curled up next to her favorite of the aforementioned older brothers.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
This feeling springs
unbidden.
Flurries within my chest,
giddiness unknown.
I learned my lesson
once already.
Or so I thought.
But it seems
that the world is full
of bright, shining stars.
Intelligent and wonderful
you.
The world is bubbling with men
who are
willing to treat me right
and I,
I cannot deal with it.
- Hannah Jo, 2009
unbidden.
Flurries within my chest,
giddiness unknown.
I learned my lesson
once already.
Or so I thought.
But it seems
that the world is full
of bright, shining stars.
Intelligent and wonderful
you.
The world is bubbling with men
who are
willing to treat me right
and I,
I cannot deal with it.
- Hannah Jo, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
1. When I heard that song on the radio I couldn't help but think of you again. Just like always.
2. A friend's helping hand is the best medicine.
3. It's late, but I know that I will answer the ringing telephone. Just like I do every night, despite what I say. I can't fight you.
4. You have control over me now, as you once did. Guess you'll have that power forever and always.
5. My eyes have seen the writing on the wall. Your betrayal is staring me in the face. Just like the barrel of my 10mm is staring at yours.
6. I know the truth now and am finally able to walk away without a second thought. And someday, I'll be able to love just as strongly.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to celebrating our country's independence , tomorrow my plans include speaking at a TEA Party and Sunday, I want to sleep!
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
You never could spell.
Every letter was a cryptogram
and I was a top-secret hacker,
determined to learn your secrets,
to know you inside
and out.
Nobody knew your story as well as I,
including your confused homonyms
and misspelled words.
Your syntax and semantics
twisted around one another,
unintelligible to the untrained eye.
But I,
I knew the code,
knew which letters spelled my way
into your heart.
Only the meanings were more confused
than even I could imagine.
And soon, I learned that I had confused your definitions
with my own.
Reading into your typos and misunderstandings
more than any logical human being could.
By finally translating your unintelligible babble,
I learned of my own mistake.
You never could spell.
- Hannah Jo, 2009
Every letter was a cryptogram
and I was a top-secret hacker,
determined to learn your secrets,
to know you inside
and out.
Nobody knew your story as well as I,
including your confused homonyms
and misspelled words.
Your syntax and semantics
twisted around one another,
unintelligible to the untrained eye.
But I,
I knew the code,
knew which letters spelled my way
into your heart.
Only the meanings were more confused
than even I could imagine.
And soon, I learned that I had confused your definitions
with my own.
Reading into your typos and misunderstandings
more than any logical human being could.
By finally translating your unintelligible babble,
I learned of my own mistake.
You never could spell.
- Hannah Jo, 2009
Labels: english, heartbreak, loss, love, Spell
The world around me grows eerily still,
there is a somber, sad silence crushing down on me.
My movements are slow, as if in a dream and my one desire is just out of reach.
I hear your voice,
though no matter how hard I look,
you are unattainable.
I am weak, in a sleep-like state.
And you, you are on your pedestal
like the god you want everyone to believe you are.
But I know different,
You're anything, but god-like.
- Hannah Jo, 2009
there is a somber, sad silence crushing down on me.
My movements are slow, as if in a dream and my one desire is just out of reach.
I hear your voice,
though no matter how hard I look,
you are unattainable.
I am weak, in a sleep-like state.
And you, you are on your pedestal
like the god you want everyone to believe you are.
But I know different,
You're anything, but god-like.
- Hannah Jo, 2009