Sunday Stanza: Poem Twelve- Important Nothings By Hannah Williams

Important Nothings By Hannah Williams© I remember putting so much effort into childhood and youth. For I perceived it as the core of my root. Especially if I wanted to live a life worth remembering. My efforts had to be enduring. I needed to stand the test of time. So that adulthood would turn out…

Sunday Stanza: Poem Eleven- Stones By Hannah Williams

Stones By Hannah Williams©   I rested calmly by the sea shore. Content with where I am I dare not ask for more. Until the day I was picked up from the beach floor. To skid upon the water like one, two, three  and four. So I discovered life anew. The journey was tough but the waves saw me through. I sank beneath the depths of the sea. Till the waves brought me back to the shore and re-branded me.

Sunday Stanza: Poem Nine-Mars and Venus By Hannah Williams

Mars and Venus By Hannah Williams© Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus. So who lives on earth? Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus. So tell me, who or what lives in Uranus? Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus. When will all the planet relieve us? Men are from Mars.…

Sunday Stanza: Poem Seven- Empire State Of London (An Interlude To Society) By Hannah Williams

Empire State Of London (An Interlude To Society) By Hannah Williams©   A city where dreams can be snatched. Even when your ambition is matched. Your dreams mean nothing in the city. And from the people don’t expect pity. Knife crime and teen violence are on the rise. When will we learn to stop acting…

Sunday Stanza: Poem Five- Until We Killed Me By Hannah Williams

Until We Killed Me By Hannah Williams© At this hour I learnt to weep silently. Sitting in the silence. Speaking with my darkness. My remedy for a broken heart. A heart that had nothing but love to give. It bleeds… now. Has a rhythm of your rejection. A symptom of neglection. You sliced it with…

Sunday Stanza: Poem Four- Moodiness (I Wore It As A Dress) By Hannah Williams

Moodiness (I Wore It As A Dress) By Hannah Williams© I wore moodiness as a dress. With a matching headband called stress, My handbag conceals my emotions which are a mess. But my shoes point me to a road which reads confess. You’d be surprised to hear what the world sell. And how many people…

Sunday Stanza: Poem Three- Love (Within Me) By Hannah Williams

Love (Within Me) By Hannah Williams©   I know there is love within me. I know its there but others cannot see. For this love is an entity. That transforms my identity. I know there is love within me. I know it’s there but others cannot see. For this love knows my history. So it…

Project Two and Three: A Tablet Cover and Phone Cover

The next project in my art and craft series is the matching tablet cover and phone cover. To create your own, you will need a sewing machine, scissors, fabric, iron and pins. STEP ONE: Cut your fabric into two separate squares. (Make sure they are large enough to fit your tablet) STEP TWO: Sew the…

Sunday Stanza: Poem Two- Lonely Ocean By Hannah Williams

Lonely Ocean By Hannah Williams© I’m a lonely ocean. Kissing the shore. Moving with its motions. Longing for more. I’m a lonely ocean. Looking for the sea. To carry away my emotion. Till I discover me. I’m a lonely ocean. Crashing against solitude. Moving in slow motion. No longer a lonely ocean if I can…

A Critique Of ‘My Guilt’ Poem By Dr. Maya Angelou

My Guilt By Dr. Maya Angelou My guilt is “slavery’s chains,” too long the clang of iron falls down the years. This brother’s sold, this sister’s gone, is bitter wax, lining my ears. My guilt made music with the tears. My crime is “heroes, dead and gone,” dead Vesey, Turner, Gabriel, dead Malcolm, Marcus, Martin…

Episode One: Passion or Practical (Deciding Education, Careers and Business Choices)

Hello everyone and welcome to the personal development segment of my blog. Today’s episode which is Episode One is called ‘Passion or Practical: Deciding Education, Careers and Business Choices’. In the process of making important decisions such as what to study, the career path and industry to work in and the business choices and ventures…

Sunday Stanza: Poem One- A Trail Of Someone By Hannah Williams

A Trail Of Someone By Hannah Williams© The emptiness absorbed and trickled down my window pane. The floor accommodates her in times of loneliness and despair. To gather the broken dreams in which I hurry to repair. Wiping away tears that synchronises with the rain. A bare and empty me. Who is she? I, myself…