Writer in San Francisco, CA
And light looks down into the crowd, and spotlights on your body
the day that climbs up and into the mouth is regurgitated. Hold me
down until my bones crack and break from strain, my blood runs
runs, runs, there is nothing left of me. Just this light, my mind, my ash.
If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope that you will return in the future!
-Alina
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 hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
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 your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
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 not worship the moon for its tide-giving cycle bringing love? Without birth and death, there would be no life only one remaining constant, an unchangeable living death that would mean nothing.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
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