Hannah Alexander
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What Rage Feels Like
"Majority Fools" What's good for the goose Is good for the gander Wrap my neck in a noose From all that damn slander What is good for one Is not good for all Different lives are spun Before we even start to crawl I can talk and talk Until I'm blue in the face But your guidelines are chalk That you refuse to erase Singular in mind Solitary in view Keep on being confined By everything you thought you knew A line in the sand So easy to cross But your high demands Mean endless lives are lost But we have this system That's confounding to me It leaves so many victims So much for "land of the free" But this is what happens When you go by majority rules Peoples lives are blackened Because the majority are fools
By Hannah Alexandera day ago in Humans
Forgotten
Forgetful Forgotten My mind's ever present lull My neurons firing at cotton Forgetful Forgotten Are my thoughts really null? Am I really this rotten? FORGETFUL FORGOTTEN IS IT JUST ME THAT FEELS RESENTFUL OR DO I FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON? I AM FORGETFUL I'VE BEEN FORGOTTEN Forgive me, but, what's your name again? Maybe it's right that I'm never remembered Because other people, my mind has never rendered Some, I know, I can write their entire history But most people I know are an entire mystery I've known these people for my whole life But god help me, I can't remember the name of their wife Their very face I can't picture Could I be any thicker? Why is it that only facts and song lyrics stick? But when it comes to people I've hit a wall of brick I can't be the only one with this malady But it seems like I'm alone in this reality And I don't see a solution To my constant involution Spiralling inwards with no conclusion Barricading myself from any intrusions I stand alone with an unanswerable question Did I choose this, or is it a product of my inattention?
By Hannah Alexanderabout a year ago in Poets
Ring Around the Rosie, Diesea's Full of Bodies
About a hundred miles south west of Frikendoor, there lies another city, Diesea. If you were to compare the two, it would be as if Frikendoor was a concrete box, and Diesea, a computer chip. While Frikendoor had the capability of technology, most of its citizens had rejected the notion, preferring overgrown plants amongst the the actual concrete and brick buildings of the city. Diesea, however, THRIVED in the technological advancements of the new era. The variances in the lights and colors and holograms, were a constant distraction to its inhabitants. But they didn't care, every single new thing, hoverboards, lasers, flying cars, floating buildings, gadgets, and so much more, the citizens of Diesea accepted with open minds and arms. The more lights and colors there were, the sky began to look darker and darker, a darkness that only enhanced the view of the plethora of neon lights that flooded the cities streets. The citizens didn't even notice, enamoured by the pretty lights reflecting off the streets, ignoring the dead body that was lying only a few hundred feet from where they stood.
By Hannah Alexander3 years ago in Fiction
