Sana Olivia Hernandez
Biography of 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 of letting out my emotions and thoughts. If anyone is actually reading this, I thank you for reading what I have to say and for your kind comments and patience.
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,
I see my brother. He is angry. Filled with an acid rage. I am higher than him in age.
The Sky Is Always Blue
World War One and World War Two, Even after all we've been through, The sky is always blue.
I am a contradiction. I love. I hate. I'm anything but neutral.
What is justice? Your enemy's blood? Would that suffice? Or would you rather steal what he loves?
Fire is dangerous. It burns all in its hot path. With savage hunger.
It cannot be felt. No light or color in it. It is the darkness.
I See No One Else…
I see no one else, Just you. And now I don't know what I'll do. There is nobody for me, but you.
A Box Of Chocolates
If life's like a box of chocolates, Than what is it you've got? Delicious candy to eat? Or maybe you'd rather not...
With Or Without
To be an infant... With purity and innocence. Without understanding or memory.
Chocolate And Rain
After a long day, Of sadness and pain. It is only appropriate, To end it with rain.
I Thought I Saved You
I thought I saved you, When I pushed you away
A blank sheet of paper.
A mouth about to open.
A quill dipped in ink.
The words will not come,
My pen will not write.
Sudden words of anger,