About Me

I’ve lived in New Denver since day 1 and have gone to Lucerne Elementary Secondary School. I’m a writer, musician of sorts, member of many school activities and much more. Overall, I like to think that each day should count, be positive, be happy!! :D

Danika Skye Hammond

New Denver area

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  • Replacement - by Danika Skye Hammond

    Apartment buildings loom high, Once seeming grand trees are shy, Earth is turning, Not really knowing, That time is too quickly passing by,  Read Full Story »

  • Everybody's Smile - by Danika Skye Hammond

    First twitching of a grin, Starting a smile, Beginning to snicker, Not the instant of a frown, Premiere of a happy smirk, Rising curve of a pair of lips, Stepping into showing teeth, Entrance of cute dimples, Bursting out of stone face, Admittance of a semi circle, Pursing of lips pleasurably, Kissing devices reaching to the sun, Stretching with happiness, Smiling to the very best,  Read Full Story »

  • Swinging Heart - by Danika Skye Hammond

    A swing is a girl's heart. Held by two ropes of emotion. Swaying from love and happiness her heart soars above the ground, flying with birds and butterflies. Hanging low from hate and regret her heart lays still, waiting, drooping with loss and want. A swing is a girl's heart. Held by two ropes of emotion. Stirred with the wind of friendship, Stirred with the wind of family, and the wind of love,  Read Full Story »

  • Winter's Night, - by Danika Skye Hammond

    The sleeping white sun, Dreams through black night's giving, Of perfect white snow,  Read Full Story »

  • Young and too Oblivious - by Danika Skye Hammond

    I spent a lot of time silently in a posture that was far from easy. Too early in life my style irritated me a lot. I didn’t have time in the world. I was forced to wear some sort of mismatched outfit put together out of hand-me-downs. I could add ribbons, blue or pink. I hadn’t yet realized it was me that was blunt. I wasn’t at fault. I’d been told by my brother, something terrible might happen. Something that might happen, if I myself did not pay proper attention. Yet I foolishly worried about what clothes to wear. Instead…  Read Full Story »

  • Today - by Danika Skye Hammond

    Leave the door closed, To what your future looks like, To what your past looks like, Participate in your moments, It’s all here for you, Ongoing in the present, Plant yourself, Don’t think the words, Today was a terrible day, Don’t leave yourself, Live in the paradise of right now, Put you heart into each day, Believe in yourself, No act is ever wasted, You can do something now, News touches everything, But what happens today, Is what counts.  Read Full Story »

  • Excuses from War - by Danika Skye Hammond

    I didn’t look Because I didn’t want to see The display of broken bodies. I didn’t hear Because I didn’t want to listen, To the bang of the gunshots, I didn’t smell, Because I didn’t want to inhale The rotting corpses foul odour. I didn’t taste Because I didn’t want to swallow The metallic flavour of blood in my mouth. I didn’t feel Because I didn’t want to experience The physical pain in my breaking body. I didn’t smile Because I didn’t want to appear Happy for this dreadful event. I didn’t laugh Because I didn’t want to Enjoy the…  Read Full Story »

  • Routine - by Danika Skye Hammond

    An old man’s hand squeezed the lemon. The drops burned his tongue like acid. He is from Chicago. In his apartment before work he drinks lemonade. It’s his routine. He swirls the glass of pure hand squeezed lemon juice. Just water added, no sugar. It’s as plain and burning, as the blank white walls around him. The man looks into the corner at the blue ankle strapped heels sitting there. They are left shining and new. The loss for his old wife burns like his drink. He gulps down the remains of the liquid. He picks up his briefcase with…  Read Full Story »

  • A Day of Sun - by Danika Skye Hammond

    The light rays creep along the mountain side. Slowly the trees shiver upwards toward the source. The morning dew is evaporated. Fauna shift to absorb the new heat. The great ball of gold gas makes its way up the sky. It sits over the low valley. Everything is awake. Moving, completing tasks in the light of day. The clouds caress the sky and sun lightly. The unreal ball makes its descent. A hue of pink and orange covers the tips of the forests. It reflects off still water. Shadows are cast from the mountains, and the sun is gone. A…  Read Full Story »

  • Lyrics to a Positive Poem! - by Danika Skye Hammond

    Turn off your mind, Go below the surface, Hide your head in the sand, Then shine a little love on your life, We can have the world, You don't need sunshine to turn the sky to blue, Change your mind, You could have it all if you wanted, I thought it would be hard but I'm OK, Besides rain will make the flowers grow, You don't want to fall to pieces, So don't make it bad, Take a sad song and make it better, It may sound absurd, Cause it's not easy, But it is possible,  Read Full Story »

  • To Oliver - by Danika Skye Hammond

    I smile when you smile, I laugh when you laugh, I'll do what ever you ask, You've got me wrapped around your finger, You've got me thinking of you all the time, You make my heart explode when you shine, My love wraps around you, My need for you stretches, My mind when it thinks of you catches, We have our lives connected, We share the same blood and skin, We could have more in common things, I watch you as you run, Run about on your little legs, Legs that will help you knock down life's pegs, You play…  Read Full Story »

  • Sugar Cube John - by Danika Skye Hammond

    You had crinkled skin, A gaunt face, Dusted white hair And a fluffy beard. Your body was hunched over, As if your suspenders pulled you down to hug me, Sugar cube John, You’d sit with my mother, In your cozy kitchen, Dark with warmth, That billowed out of tea that tasted too bitter, Sugar cube John, I would grab the sugar cubes and mints, Placed in little bowls, Just for me, I’d plop a couple more in my mouth secretly, I had too many than my mother’d allow, But you would smile at me knowingly, Your blue eyes, Sparkling like…  Read Full Story »

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