Writer in San Francisco, CA
There is nothing to be done
it will all repeat itself again
one fight is another victory
is another defeat and so
the story of humanity
continues. But
does that mean, I will
shut my mouth
and lay down to die
in the futility of it all?
No, I will not shut my mouth
and I will not lay down to die
a quiet death.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Obsession with a sun that never shines
a cold disk of pale yellow that rises and falls above me,
where is it that you go at night? I can never find you.
The moon is solid and full, sits calmly in the black sky
he can never quite catch up to you, and that’s how you like it.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Sun that bleeds down
and crests under the edge of the sky
round and blue the world is sick
human parasites. And I am
rambling, rambling to an
audience that is not there.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
There is a hell inside that reigns
it grips you by your soul and pulls you under
until there is nothing but you and the abyss
of your sorrow. You must overcome your hell
and rise above it, only you can do this
no one else can.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Blue sky and bright eyes
looking up up up to trace the jet lines
that criss-cross across the horizon.
The cold bitter air that bites, the leaves
that pile up and lay dead on the ground.
A whispering wind that foretells snow.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina