The crack in the wall, it begins to tear
and crumbles over the years. Th pain fades
and chips off in large chunks, littering the floor.
Continual decay.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Category: Poetry
Free Hand #91 (Forgetting to the Beat of War Drums)
My poems have been all over the place recently, this is no exception.
A rhythm pulsating and cold, let us return to the hell of
war drums in our minds. The line that traces and seeks
me out, to write itself upon me. Memories that are
torn up and discarded or burned. I cannot retrieve them.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Free Hand #90 (Sylvia and others)
The words in my mouth grow stale
and I think of Sylvia, and think of Woolf
how they countered so much sadness to keep on writing
how hard it is to write, like Adrienne, like Austen, and Bronte
to keep going until there is nothing left but words and passion.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Free Hand #89 (What the World Does to Me)
What the world does to me,
how can I be anything other than what you see?
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future!
-Alina
Free Hand #88 (Silence and Glance)
The space between the words
a pause, that can silence or rip
a apart, a person, with the same severity
as a glance.
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