Sana Olivia Hernandez
I was born in Roseburg, Oregon on March 31st. I have loved reading and writing for many years now, though I didn't really get into it until 5th grade. I have no published books/poems, just a lot of kind and encouraging comments on my poetry that I truly appreciate. Without so much support, starting with my English teacher Mrs.Mudrich in 8th grade, I doubt I'd ever bother with poetry. I still consider myself an amateur author. I have had no published books or proper training or real teachings in the art of writing other than what is provided with a public education (Language Arts and Reading, etc.)
Writing is my hobby, however not my main passion. I use it as a another way ... more »
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Sana Olivia Hernandez Poems
Flower Shop Story
A single, beautiful, Pure white rose. I hold it gently in my hand. Never expecting light to shine where I stand,
Little Brother, Please don't cry. Though the world is dying by. I'll give you wings,
It makes me hang my head down low. It takes the brightness of my glow. The reason for this I dare not name. Please forgive me,
Old Thoughts of A Young Sap
Born 1999, and feeling 90 in 2013 Deep in my bright hazel eyes, there is much more to be seen. I am not merely a teen. But a very old woman living in a dream,
The Sky is Always Blue
World War One and World War Two, Even after all we've been through, The sky is always blue.
Where Is Everybody?
I look around me, and see no one. Only I can hear my question. Where is everybody?
I see my brother. He is angry. Filled with an acid rage. I am higher than him in age.
Color Me Possible (A Child's Coloring Bo...
Color Me Possible. Don't tell me I can't be blue, Because I am the Sun, Not the Moon.
With or Without
To be an infant... With purity and innocence. Without understanding or memory.
I Am Not A Teenager
I am not a teen. Though I may seem to be. There is much more inside of me. Inside of this teenage girl body.
A Whisper of Change
I scream for justice, Not only for myself. No, I scream for a world, That's like a fake pearl.
If The World Would Smile
If the world would smile, People would be nice, Cruelty keeps it frowning.
Can You Feel?
Can you feel my everlasting love? Can you feel my naive forgiveness? Can you feel my unhateful tears? Can you feel the treachery I feel when you kick me when I'm down?
Let Me Smile
Young eyes, The age of six. I'll smile simply for a Twix. I worry not of others opinions.
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Flower Shop Story
A single, beautiful,
Pure white rose.
I hold it gently in my hand.
Never expecting light to shine where I stand,
Illuminating a diamond wedding band.
This must be a dream,
I think, for I had never loved before.
Before the man in beautiful light,
Walked in to my little flower store.
A lavender rose blooms,
We are still,
Not one word is spoken,
Not one breath taken.
For now we simply are,
Two halves of one another.
But will we still be together if and when I awaken?
A simple hello,
Rosemary scent ...