Writer in San Francisco, CA
Leaving,
living, holding,
keeping. The words
they stream from
my lips but their
meaning is loss
in the confusion,
miscommunication
in translation
there is no perfection.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future!
-Alina
The moon high above,
the skin, pock-marked
and dried out. Swirling, it
gravitates around a planet
of death and destruction.
Footprints of a species
soon to be extinct linger
still on its rocky body.
Voices lost in the vacuum of
space, words rendered
meaningless in the end.
I am experimenting with a few ideas in this poem which should be considered a work in progress. I may try to chisel this poem into something more coherent in the next few poems I post this week.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future!
-Alina
Water drips
dripping down
into the hollowed
out place for
the edge of
my soul
in the ground
ground
sinking
sinking
further down
to the core.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Time pulls and twists
in the infinite space
above us. Watching
the withering bodies
fold into the Earth
to give rise to a
new birth.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina