
Ghosts in visions
and mysteries invasion
are only eyes
in the past looking
forward to the living.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA
Ghosts in visions
and mysteries invasion
are only eyes
in the past looking
forward to the living.
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-Alina
Eyes left wondering,
dreams waiting for release
listen to the rhythm of the
heart, pulsing with
passion.
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–Alina
A poem for the words left unsaid
in the dreams of a heart that beat to death. Minds
and hearts open to the bitterness of the world slowly
rot and deform as time moves on, picking apart
poems and eating words from dreams long wasted
and torn apart.
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-Alina
Sun out shining, hearts bleeding
there are dreams worth living
if you have enough courage to.
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-Alina
Sounds clamber and creep into
the ears, hear me, hear this
beats of thunder and rhythms
that seep into the skin, into
the heart. Pulse, pulse, pulsing.
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-Alina