Category: Poetry

These bold letters keep me occupied inside a world inside a world that is no longer a reality for anyone including me. The words lose all meaning, in their contortion in their twisted malfunction to do as they should. They become meaningless echoes of what they once meant.   Thank you for reading my writing!…

I am not a big fan of rhyming poetry but I’m feeling a little playful tonight.   Not sure what to do, reading e.e. Cummings, reading Woolf reading Goethe, and Rilke, and Camus, not sure who, might as well read Bronte too.   If you are reading this Thank You for taking the time out of…

The sun goes down, is swallowed whole by the darkness. We cannot see it anymore and there is nothing left of us but the moon, the devil, and the night time. Who are we to say that there is solace and peace in the sunshine? Why do we not love the night? Why do we…

The sun batters and pulls dismembers my skin from bone, my thoughts from the squishy pink mush, brain. Holding me down and keeping me under the searing heat.   If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina

The sun bleeds, the air is cold, all the world is silent.  If you’re reading this thank you for taking time it if your day to read my writing.  I hope you still return in the future!  -Alina