Category: Poetry

Freehand Poem #26: Working to Survive

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet1 Comment

I’ve been thinking about issues such as minimum wage and the wage gap for women lately.

This is some scribblings in response.

 

Worn out and torn up. The skin begins to crease,

in lines of worry, lines of hunger and fear. We are

trodden on, under foot as they walk all over us.

How much do we have to work? Until our knuckles

bleed? Until our backs break? There is no relief.

There is no end.

 

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

I hope that you will return in the future!

-Alina

Freehand Poem #25

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

Rainy weather this week in SLC. I love it! Finally some relief from all that heat!

 

Your words drop like ice against my skin. Forcing your way into

the creases of my heart, trying to find any way in. Hoping I will

crack, and break. Hoping that I will become weak and give in.

I let it all slide over me. Invading my heart, invading my soul

but I will not give in. I will not give in. My fire burns on.

A flame that cannot be snuffed out.

 

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

I hope that you will return in the future!

-Alina

Freehand Poem #24

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

Can’t wait for summer to be over. The heat is unbearable and winter is sounding better and better.

 

Summer days end, and the hell in my heart

rages on. After the wind dies down, after the seas

calm into winter iciness. I am still full of the fire

from days long past. To calm my spirits, and sleep

in the winter, sleep through it all, to awaken

in spring once again. Fire to ice, ice to fire.

 

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

I hope that you will return in the future!

-Alina

Freehand Poem #23: Desert Death

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

Good morning! or Good Afternoon!

It’s only getting hotter in SLC right now. I am trying not to melt and keep my wits about me.

Listening to: Night Beats- Who Sold My Generation (Full Album)

 

Desert Death

 

My body, my bones. Dried up and sour. Cracked to the core

I begin to crumble. The sun beats down on me and I crawl

across the desert floor. Mr. Rattlesnake go home, leave me

alone. Coyote and vultures, cacti and dire measures

just to find a road to burn on. Just to find an end to the pain

I’m living on.

 

 

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 #22: Words like Honey

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

Listening to: Double Vanity (Full Album) by BRONCHO

 

Words Like Honey

 

Your words sunk into me like honey. Crisp and clear,

but still sticky. I couldn’t breathe and felt my lungs swell

with pain. The words that fall from your lips keep me

alive in an amber chrysalis, I try to struggle to break free

but something inside me tells me to, Be Still.

 

 

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