Annalisa Hansford, Creative Writing

Annalisa is from the lonely suburbs of Plymouth Meeting, Pa. As a child, writing had been an off and on hobby, but in recent years they realized how much they enjoyed turning their feelings into words. Annalisa primarily writes creative non-fiction and poetry, with their work being heavily influenced by Oscar Wilde.

my pen and paper
it was the night my father left my side
my soul was torn apart, my tears forming waves of oceans i dared not ride
the world i lived in was shaken
my heart being destroyed by the human race who had tried to break in
i was unaware of what else to do
so i sobbed and cried until i saw the moon
she looked at me through my window, so sudden she froze
she could not bear to see me like this until the sun rose
“please do not waste your tears
on someone who has filled you only with your worst fears”
i looked around trying to figure out
who had said this, who had seen me pout
i was oblivious in not knowing it was me she could see
i simply assumed i had awoken in my own dream
i took a breath and i attempted to shake
this uncomfortable sensation of my life feeling fake
i could barely open my swollen eyes
and i was now tired of thinking about my undoubted demise
“i need to do something”, i thought and thought
suddenly a glimpse of an idea, i had caught
i grabbed a pen, and some paper too
and i held both up to the moon
she gazed at me, incredibly proud
and at that moment, she knew she no longer need stick around
 

lonely household
where i’m from?
the walls are thin but thick is not my skin.
where i’m from?
i cry aloud wondering who’s around.
where i’m from?
the sky is green: dirty, muddy, unclean.
where i’m from?
i do not know, but my soul is old, like weeds overgrown.
where i’m from:
the sun likes to play, but the rain never does stay
 

the healing of our hearts
the blue of our veins leak red
not knowing what joys lie ahead
will i float or will i sink
about me, do you think?

i know it all too well
but the secrets of your heart are hard to tell
do you miss me or do you not
after another you have sought

i miss being in the passenger seat of your car
with me by your side, we were driving so far
you always wore that smile on your face
i liked knowing to you i was not a disgrace

it’s been a year since i’ve been in your shoes
but there has never been a once where you left me bruised
it felt so nice, when i talked and you drove
it felt like living next to a bamboo grove

we talked of new beginnings and ancient dreams
and i got so scared that you might leave
but that’s okay if you do
the universe will find my way back to you

we needed our time apart
for the healing of our hearts
cause if this is true
the universe will find my way back to you