The Winter is First by Andrew Hahn (bookstand for reading .txt) 📖

Ice and Snow

I crossed into a magical land,
A magical land of ice and snow.
I never thought I’d be here again
In this magical land of ice and snow.

This reminisce seems to smolder faintly.
Ah, yes, I remember the time she kissed me
And my heart went aflutter
And then began to beat in a rhythmic stutter.

The winter fowl sang their twittering song
And the flawless flakes swayed happily down
In the scenery that was still as dawn,
And blanketed that thriving lawn.

Once upon a snowflake tickled her nose.
I giggled to myself and wiggled my toes
In preparation of my daring act.
I took a deep breath, though my lips were chapped.

I said, “I love you more than you can imagine,
From the highest of heights to the deepest of fathoms.”
I pulled out a ring and bent down on one knee.
“Oh, love of my life, will you marry me?”

I’ll never forget this magical land,
This magical land of ice and snow.
A wonderful life is waiting ahead
Of the magical land of ice and snow.


Young Love Can Never Say

Your arms wrap around me slowly.
Chase away the bitter memory
Of the younger me inside
Fighting to break free.

There’s no need to tell you how I feel
Because you can always see.
Maybe love will be the rope
To bind us so we can live so happily

But if we just so happen to escape
Hate will be the one to blame.
It’s always the same.

It love can’t bring us back again,
Then we will bear the fruit of that tree.
Love that’s just too young can never
Say that you’re the only one for me.


Snow

Morning dew freezes


And crystals fall from the sky.


A blanket of snow.

Return to Sender

In the summer before that fateful night
I waited by the parlor for you to call.
You said you would come by around six,
And I pretended I wouldn’t be waiting;
But there I was, and there you weren’t.

At half past seven, you pulled into the drive,
But I was already gone upstairs.
The butler told you I wasn’t in
And really, I wasn’t,
At least, not totally.

I pictured us sitting by the riverbank
Singing and laughing like we used to
While the river danced and shimmied in time
And the crickets played along with little violins.

Carefully, we crept down under the bridge,
And you kissed me amongst the bullfrogs
While they croaked in approval,
But that’s long gone.

Tomorrow I wouldn’t be mad anymore,
But tomorrow you’d already be gone.
Being eighteen, I should’ve known you’d enlist,
But being seventeen, I’d hoped you wouldn’t.

Now, I wait on the airport tar,
Heat rising as well as my hopes,
Waiting for you to come in
While clutching your letters to my chest
And all the while waiting to tell you,
“I love you.”

You Said

“My heart was stolen,
Not shattered.
The pieces are nowhere
To be found----
To be glued back together,
Fragile, yet whole, is
Better than being lost,”
You said.

“You have left a putrid
Blister that festers
Atop my skin,
And every time I
Scratch, my anger flares
Because of what
You have done,”
You said.

“There’s no one on this
Planet that I despise more
Than you.
Your utter existence
Is an obstruction
To my will to think,”
You said.

“You plague my mind,
My dreams.
I want nothing more
Than for you to hold me
Again…
Than for you to kiss me
Again…
I await the day when
You will once again
Smile that warming
Expression to me
That fills me with
Restless butterflies.
I wish your soft hands
Will slip under mine
And take me away,”
You said.

“If I returned you heart,
You will never be whole.
No matter how much that
Blister oozes, scratching
It is only inflicting pain
On yourself.
Haven’t you heard that
Time heals all wounds?
Showing resentment is only
A reflection of your character----
Your bitterness wields
Abrasiveness.

“No matter how warm I make
You feel, it will never
Melt the ice nested inside
You, and my hands can’t
Soften your stone core,”
I said without a care in the world.


Waiting

Waiting.
Waiting to blush at your beauty.
Waiting.
Waiting for your arms to wrap around me,
My comfort zone in your warming, baby soft embrace
Helps me find a way to unleash.
Waiting.
Waiting for the phrase to put my old self at rest
As I’m cradled in your kindness and passion.
Waiting.
Waiting for your ender lips to press mine.
The tenseness in me flees and I sigh inside
To thank God for keeping you here,
My other half to hold.
Waiting.
Waiting for the phrase to put my old self at rest
As I’m cradled in your kindness and passion.
I love you.


A Drink to Remember

A toast to us!
A would be anniversary
That should be,
But never could be.
As I drink to this celebration,
Let the generous memories
Distribute their wealth
To the point of poverty----
A raggedy box in the
Crevice of my reminiscence.
Here’s to the good times.
Here’s to you.


RLG

I admire from afar,
And sometimes it can be hard
For me not to wonder what
It would be like to have a
Piece of you in my heart.

My black and white world
Would be pleasantly painted
By this striking, distant girl,
And every time a brush was prepared
I see your colors unfurl.

Your magnetism drew me in,
And I’m guessing mine did the same.
A short time of coffee and
Conversation soon became
A friendship with a time and place.


I Wish I Could Say

Why do I get scared?
Scared to get too close to you;
Scared to open up even the slightest.

I know your character,
And I’ve seen you live it;
But I can’t bring myself to do it.

There are so many things in the dark
Eating away at me.
Whispering in my ears to speak,
But I can’t bring myself to do it.

It’s dangerous to be with you,
Although I’ve never been happier.
Never admired anyone so much,
Never felt liked so much.

I’ve wanted to tell you all that’s happened,
But I’m scared of shock.
I trust you, but not enough to say.

Just for You

I used my last piece of paper to write you a note, and here it is,
“Can I have a sheet of paper?”

My Dream About You

Jacob’s ladder descends from heaven
Beckoning me to climb the fragile pieces.
Heavenly hosts sing enchanted arrangements that
Serenade the ear, leaving it
Longing for more.

Higher and higher into the atmosphere
I scale the great ladder and halt before
The cotton cumulus, unaware of what
Is hidden before me.

Cautiously, I step forth into the cloud
Keeping my mind focused on what awaits me.
My body is gently kissed by the
Frolicking dandelion seeds in to blue meadow.
The clouds, finally, slowly tumble away.

I see you dressed in the purest white
With a daisy tucked away behind your ear.
You reach for me; I reach for you,
Longing to delicately take your hand.
The ladder shatters and I pray your
Distance won’t fade. Can you grab
My hand? Will you?


Never Let Me Go

Searching for love
With the stars as my guide
Through the darkened death
Toward the voice that called me.
Its beckon was faint,
But, to me, oh so clear.
It sang through the air
With the softness of angels
And kissed my ears
As tenderly as silence.
I was swept away in the briskness of night
Holding destiny’s hand
To my final destination----
Where you patiently waited
In the glimmering spotlight,
Arms reaching for me.
I collapsed in your arms
And wept tears of joy,
Praying this moment
Would never fade…
And it won’t.


Should've Seen it Coming

My mind is wrapped around the thought of you.
Afraid to loosen its grasp even for a second
For fear it would drop into the River Styx,
Never resurfacing these emotions again.

I want to feel our fingers intertwine
With faith and trust.
I want us to embrace and feel the
Passion of never letting go, wanting
To stay with each other---- near each other.

Your words are never slanderous
To me unintelligible remarks,
But overflowing with kindness
Like any friend should be.

You’re there one hundred percent through
Disease and disease again with words
Of encouragement, holding my hand.
You’re what no one else is to me
More than more than a friend.


Should've Seen it Coming Pt. 2

Your words sting my ears with
Tenderness, compassion, and heartbreak.
“Let’s go our separate ways.”
Once is brutal, but
Twice is stabbing the heart
I wear on my sleeve.

I deserve better than this.
Apparently I’m holding
A sign that says to burn me.
I cannot do this again;
You’ve abusing my depleting love.

Left alone feeling the
Rage inside rising up to take love’s place.
I can’t do this again.
Once is brutal, but
Twice is stabbing the heart
I wear on my sleeve.

I can feel it dwindling
Down and down again.
Falling below the surface
Gasping for breath.
I deserve better than this.


Which Way is Up?

Why am I not surprised?
Vigilance of a corrupt lifestyle
Seeping through the veins of
A woman searching for
Something greater in life.

But I don’t think she’s found it,
Or maybe she’s lost it
Long ago.

Far away in the dead of night
She runs wild and free
Like a deer crossing the freeway.
She’d be lucky not to get hit.

No, I won’t give you money.
No, I won’t provide a ride.

But wait!
Don’t get your own;
You can barely think and see straight!

You’d be lucky not to get hit.


I Am Innocent of the Blood of this Man

My lips sing of Your grace,
And this cave that is my chest
Is overflowing with tears
At a steadily, unrhythmic pace.

The dark cold place of animosity---
OBLITERATED!
Bring it on, bring it on,
Bring on the acrimony.
The blood of your fathers
Won’t be on my hands this time.

My lips plea for Your mercy,
Because my temple can’t take it.
You stand within the line of sight;
Oh, my God, You’re so lovely.