Repose and Prose

Fear

Cold

Burning hot

Freezing terror

Streams of it

Running down my arms

Eating up my flesh and bones

My fingers tingle

Trees hurtle past

And the street shrieks 

A heaving sob

Writhes though my body

A violent shudder

and I shut down.

Sweetest Saddest Sea

Howdy, folks! Well, my family & I are departing on a 2 week long trip to Mexico tomorrow morning. (in about 5 hours, actually... YAAAY) But to tide you over until I get back, here's a sweet little song I wrote this past week.

EDIT: 

ACTUALLY, i'm not posting this song until I get back. Quite frankly, it's terrible unless you can hear it so i'm going to wait until i can post a video/sound clip thing of the song so y'all can hear it. THEN you can actually fully enjoy it. OKAY WELL THEN YAY.

in the smallest hour of the night

My mind is numbing slowly
Under artificial lights
Someone else can cradle
My consciousness tonight

Alone, but not in silence
A foreign voice is all I hear
Can this boundary be broken?
I'm paralyzed by fear

A blink of hope, a breath of truth,
Your voice: "Let there be light."  
Life is born inside the void
I've been made new tonight   

what bugs me about this poem is that I used the light/tonight rhyme TWICE! AIEEEEE jeez bad poetry. but i mean how else am i supposed to do that last stanza? AJHSHJAHSKJHSD i hate rhyming. AND APPARENTLY it hates me. >_<

Dear Sly,

BAM!

                                                                                    -Hannah

LLAAVVAA

Hoorah. It's true.

This was a response to a Twitter challenge, issued by the fantastical Mitchell Davis, a.k.a. LIVELAVALIVE. Anyway, the challenge was to write "I am a Lava Head" on your hand and to upload it to your Flickr. Sadly, I can't upload any more photos to Flickr until July (dang it I'm not pro) so I decided to put it up RIGHT HURRRR instead.

YAAAY 

I [vital organ] Mitchell Davis.

SUMMER FOR THE WIN

Hullo, reader folk! This will be a short and sweet post, as I've got to go do mysterious creative things that I will later post on this here blog thingy, but I just want to inform you of something. (that was probably a run-on sentence, so I just ended it there to be safe. grammar police = unpleasant folks)

I was taking a look at my blog today, and I thought to myself, "Self, this design makes me sleepy. It is summertime, and I do not wish to be in a state of sleepiness." 

And then I replied, "Ah yes, Self! That is a very astute observation! What shall we do?"

anyway to make a long and weird story short, I'm going to be changing around the design on this blog a bit. I know I've done so in the past, but this time around I'm going to take a stab at designing my own layout (*wince*  = >_< ) and hopefully we won't end up with a neon green and orange catastrophe.

Well, this turned out to be a bit longer than I intended, but it's all good in the neighborhood, if you ask me. Have a wonderful Sunday afternoon! :)

Thoughts

Today, I woke up at 5:12 AM. I thought to myself, I feel like painting! I went on Facebook and checked my friends blog instead. But now, I'm going to paint! n_n

Yeah yeah yeah I know. Quite the dynamic little post, isn't it?

It's 4 AM So I'm Allowed To Write Nonsense

I'm falling down

Scratched film
Microscopic memories
Sweet lullabies

I'm coming home 

A ruined garden.
I spoke for the yellow flowers
"Our roots are gone."

I'm waking up

Limp rag dolls
Blood cools on the pavement.
Stones weep rain

I'm washed away.

A Night At the Theatre

Tonight, I took a trip to the theatre to see a little play called Misalliance by a Mr. George Bernard Shaw. I was accompanied (or rather, I accompanied) a few artists from the  PCH Theatre I and II classes, and we had a grand old time.

Set in England in the early 1900's, the whole play takes place in one quite eventful Saturday afternoon and is made quite enjoyable by its plethora of fascinating characters. This variety of personalities includes a feisty Polish lady-acrobat, an intelligent yet altogether too pampered aristocrat, and one supremely attractive young man known as Joey Percival. (portrayed by the phenomenally beautiful Nick Mennell)

All in all it was quite lovely, full of English accentry, delightful discoveries in plot and character, and friendship and camaraderie for us PCH thespians. I recommend this show to you, my dear readers; only pay special attention to the Polish acrobat- her performance is positively brilliant.

Here's the show information. Have a look and see if you can go! It's worth it, especially if you stick around for the second act.

http://www.laweekly.com/events/misalliance-494395/

Happy Anniversary!

I've just realized- it's R&P's 1 year and 6 day anniversary! I started this blog on March 10th with an ever-so-slightly awkward post, and here I am one year later, posting mah poems and the like.

It's amazing how much things can change in one year...

Anyway, I'll post more later! Goodbye, lovelies!

-Hannah