Month: May 2017

Freehand Poem #19: Waiting instead of Going

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

Long day yesterday. I am feeling pretty beat from it still.

Listening to: Twin of Myself by Black Moth Super Rainbow

 

Sun blazes above me. Another day, another moment

after this one, after that, and then I find myself waiting

for nothing because nothing happens when you are

waiting instead of going. You lift me up into the sun

and my skin begins to burn, charred black and falling

off my bones, till I am just ash, till I am just nothing.

Waiting, waiting, waiting instead of going.

 

 

If you are reading this, Thank You, for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope you return in the future!

-Alina

Freehand Poem #18

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet1 Comment

Cool day in SLC. I have today off, planning on relaxing all day. Here are more mutterings of mine.

Listening to: Coachella-woodstock in my mind by Lana Del Rey

 

The sun heats the glory, in my blood, a vein

of rage rushes on. The end of the night, and

the gold in my mind resonates with hell below.

What dreams become reality when the sun

rises over those mountains? Silver light and

calm, blissful, embalm me. Save me

from the endless night that plagues my mind.

 

 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you return in the future!

-Alina

Flash Fiction Series #1: The Cup

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

Here’s the first of many weekly Flash Fiction pieces I will be posting. All pieces will have less than 150 words.

The Cup

The dog barks at the sound of the mail man shuffling onto the porch. Marie walks into the kitchen, the coffee maker almost done gurgles the last bits of hot water and spits out the hot black nectar. She pours herself a cup and listens to the dog walking through the house. There is something a little hard, a little chewy in her mouth. She sighs, frustrated, getting rinds in her coffee again? Marie dumps out the rest of her cup into the sink, her stomach turns. The dead washed up body of a giant spider lays lifeless in a pool of coffee slowly dripping down the drain, a leg missing.

THE END

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Free Hand #17

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet2 Comments

Back in SLC. Super tired. Here are some random mutterings.

Listening to: Restless Babe by SKATERS

 

The sun peaks over the horizon. Moving through clouds,

sitting on, waiting for, the end of one more day then another.

Closer, it keeps ticking by and my blood boils

under fire, in the heat, my mind explodes. Why are you so quiet?

Why are so cold? That’s what happens when you live up in the sky.

 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you return in the future!

-Alina

Free Hand #16

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

I am going out of town this week. So if I don’t post as much, that’s why.

Will return by Friday!

 

The blue light streaks across the sky

like 1955. The dreams passed us by. Time

changes everything. I’m growing into

someone new and the pains are the

worst. You followed up to the hills

and lost me in the trees. Where do

you go from here? Not sure. Don’t

ask me. I’ll resurface in some ocean

if you want to come find me.

 

If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you return in the future!

-Alina