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…
The English Dream By Hannah Williams© I walk by Aylestone meadow. Where birds sing and the tree’s follow. The woodland’s air I breathe The canal bed walks like me. I meander with each bend For the crevasses and cracks on the path like me need a mend. Me and nature are at one. Till the…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
