Writer in San Francisco, CA
So the words boil under my skin ’til they overflow
from my lips, my teeth slick from the blood and bones
and vowels that come alive under pressure
under the clacking of my teeth
words, words, words.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
The body
soul
entrance
to an exit
the words
that
plague
the mind
the images
that dance
before
the
eyes.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
The body that pulls us down
gravity and bones
keeping the soul fixed
on this decaying, pollution
blue ball world.
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-Alina
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