The dreams of the night,
the soul alive in the heart
there are too many spaces
to occupy and not enough
minds.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Author: Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet
Alina Happy Hansen is a writer, poet, and blogger based in San Francisco. Besides writing nearly 24/7 and reading stacks of books, Alina enjoys watching classic horror films and listening to Stoner Metal. She holds a Bachelors of Arts in English with a Minor in Writing and Rhetoric Studies from The University of Utah.
Material Minds (poem #418)
Trembling limbs,
fold and crease into
other bodies. Souls reaching
an attempt, futile,
only material minds kissing.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina
Ceramic (poem #417)
Ceramic words, chiseled clean
cut off and chipping, filling the
mouth with unpleasantries.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina
Stars Spin (poem #416)
Night blossoms, golden
stars spin in fire and
eyes linger gazing upwards
sinking into the moon.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina
Sun Buries Night (poem #415)
The sun buries the night,
smothering it into the hills,
heartache on the soul, encounter
of a soul alive in the darkness.