Writer in San Francisco, CA
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
Sun dips down and the days become longer,
the trees getting ready for hibernation drop all their leaves
and I can hear them rummaging in the gutter with the wind.
Waiting for the rain to end and the snow to litter the ground
freezing me out, freezing my soul.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
What do skies say? Above us and so blue
waiting for the sun to implode become death.
Will the sky change? from blue to green, to red, or
yellow ? as atmospheres change as organisms die out
leaving just rubble, ash, and dust.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
a poem as a place
that I can situate myself in
somewhere between abstraction
and soul, where thoughts and
meanings are created and misused
over and over again.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina