tub, bed, spoon

tub, bed, spoon

they say you are vanilla
like it’s a dirty word
what do they know?

you play well with others
sprinkle of spice, dash of dark
even chocolate

you complete my cravings
hit all my sweet spots
leave me dripping cream

they say you are vanilla
like it’s a dirty word
what do they know?

© hannah t

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Published in: on March 15, 2011 at 6:44 pm  Comments (22)  

I yam…

I yam…

captain with no cape
just countless caps
and the number 1

master of no universe
just 8 by 24 feet
and hearts of various sizes

I call the shots
and I save ‘em

© hannah t

 

Published in: on March 1, 2011 at 5:39 pm  Comments (9)  

leander

leander

you are the green
keeping me keen
link between my silver

you are the potion
in my veins
sword moulded with my soul

cupid fired his arrow
shot through my heel

© hannah t

 

Notes:
Hint: 2 DC, 2 Marvel, 2 Greek mythology :)

Published in: on March 1, 2011 at 5:35 pm  Comments (6)  

white walls

white walls

no posters, no photographs
no pretentious art pieces
no evidence of childhood
no remnants of adolescence
no traces of what came after
clean slate for the taking

pictures to paint, murals to mount
words to write
fresh colours
new stories
every day
blank canvas for the mind

white walls
do not hold me ransom
for yesterday or today
white walls
hold only hope
for always
sanctuary for the soul

© hannah t

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till death valley do us part

till death valley do us part

we’ll sit on trains with
frayed seats and rickety knees
listen to crackling joints
chug over miles of wooden tracks
through towns and cities and countries
over the clamour of our hearts
when we grow old, love,
I’m gonna be your vagabond

© hannah t

Published in: on February 14, 2011 at 5:45 pm  Comments (18)  
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the tent is collapsing on us

the tent is collapsing on us

we wrote letters
pink ink on purple paper
tucked into floral envelopes
sealed with a sticker and a kiss
even though we sat
beside one another

we giggled
when he asked
are you sisters
said no
actions questioning answer

we talked about boys
a lot
made a pact
you’ll be my bridesmaid
and you’ll be mine

we still write
sometimes
we’re still sisters
always
and once you nab a man
I’m coming over for stiletto practice

© hannah t

 

Notes:
Instead of re-pitching our tent, we used our legs as poles.  We didn’t suffocate; that’s all that matters.

Published in: on February 14, 2011 at 5:43 pm  Comments (4)  
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consecrated

consecrated

she waited for me
for six years
I came
left an angry scar
deep and long tale
that cannot mar
the beauty of birth

I’m still here
after twenty-three years
leaving scars
on her heart
she’s still here
after twenty-three years
loving me
with a mother’s hati

© hannah t

Published in: on February 14, 2011 at 5:38 pm  Comments (12)  
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the next big thing

the next big thing

his name is the one
up in lights
neon bullets on black

his name is the one
swimming in stands
roar of a rabid crowd

his name is the one
travelling with time
stitches on tomorrow’s shirts

I will never be him
I will never be the giant
but I can make a slingshot

© hannah t

Published in: on February 7, 2011 at 5:42 pm  Comments (16)  

初一

初一

red and gold diamond marks the door
word standing on its head
fortune has arrived

mandarins in hand
fragrant, wrinkled gifts
prosperity in pulp

blessings on tongues
good grades, more money
give me grandchildren

cymbals clang and lions leap
men sweaty beneath costumes
dancing to feed their families

we bathe in colour and noise
laughing and clapping, imbibing festive cheer
wearing new clothes, old paper faces

© hannah t

Published in: on February 3, 2011 at 12:44 am  Comments (15)  
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illusive

illusive

it is easy
to stir the soul
the right words, the right melody,
the right instruments
when to pause, when to whisper,
when to wail
then people will shout and cry,
jump and sway

but the spirit is not
weak
it is not
soul

the spirit does not react
to provocations
on the mind and heart
it is impervious
to all that is human
and responds only
to another spirit
silently, serenely
within

it is easy
to stir the soul
difficult
to awaken the spirit
and yet more difficult
to tell one from the other

© hannah t

Published in: on February 1, 2011 at 6:17 pm  Comments (10)