I will find you somewhere in the past and love you again and witness your black halo Ah, my dearest angel. Sing me to heaven. - F H Hakansson
Author: fhhakansson
Back from England & Other news!
As you might have guessed - I'm back from England. I really wish my visit there had to do with me finding an agent but that is not the case. I went there to have fun and celebrate one of my friends (she turned 22). Now that I'm back I'm processing all the feedback I've … Continue reading Back from England & Other news!
Babylon
There they stood, the man containing the Core of the universe and the man dressed in white showing but one inhumane eye, gazing upon the rising tower of metal. The pinnacle of man's race - When the sun rose to wake another day they were gone, gone without a trace Babylon, craving in lucidity Babylon, … Continue reading Babylon
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Free Free The Fire is Free - F H Hakansson
A diamond in the pigsty.
A diamond in the pigsty. Many would rummage and sniff about you but found nothing but a peculiar rock. Yet you remained there. To be touched. And tainted. I had to polish the grim surface to find you. I pray that from now on the only reflection I see in you is my own. - F H … Continue reading A diamond in the pigsty.
ONCE
ONCE Mother's voice calls me to come back to sleep in her arms and experience youth - F H Hakansson
I am no master photographer
... but I wish I was. This is because I felt there was a need for me to publish my poetry accompanied by a photo to either reflect the mood of the poem or enhance its meaning by adding a visual element. The problem is that I don't want to go to google all the … Continue reading I am no master photographer
Dance
Dance, my Wretched Queen. Sing the songs of oppression and tug the chain around my neck. - F H Hakansson
More awards!
While enjoying me pre-madlysendingqueryletterstoagentswhowillrejectme period I received two more awards! The first one comes from Will of Heart and it's the "Genuine Blogger Award." The second award is the "One Lovely Blog" award given by 4am Writer. Thank you both so much for awarding me with these. It gladdens me that I have … Continue reading More awards!
Lost
Lost We love the night Oh, the dancing fool bordering oblivion, pushing her up on her toes, balancing on the silver line between truth and fiction. Tonight is dark. Do these beings crawl here before we die? - F H Hakansson