Feeling hollow and worn out, waiting for something else to happen waiting for anything to happen that might tear the meat from my bones and skin me further till I’m just cries and bones. There is only so much thinning that I can take. If you are reading this Thank You for taking time…
Category: Poetry
Reflection and Poem on the Las Vegas Massacre
Why? This is too much. All the violence, the pain, the death. Why? Does this happen? Why? Do people do these horrible acts of violence? Why? There is an overwhelming amount shock and sadness today that America is working through. I am appalled and horrified that someone would do such a horrendous act of violence….
Free Hand #80
The eyes look upward into the sky a storm approaches and the night pulls into us into the world into an abyss that devours us. 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
Free Hand #79 (If there was no Time)
Time, it moves and yet it is immobile. It does not occupy space but is an abstract of it. We only know that time is real because it is real to us we decay and die and because of this we know that there is time for us. I wonder what it would be like…
Free Hand #78
The sun burns up, leaves begin to brown. How the eyes look onward into a horizon painted red. Colors bleed and press against my eyelids until they are all I see. If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope that you will…