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
Category: Poetry
Free Hand # 81 (Hollow and Worn Out)
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 out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
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. My condolences to all the victims and families affected by this tragedy.
-Alina
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
to know no concept of time and drift lightly
through space and existence as you are, as it is,
as it will be. A steady constant, an unchangeable
body or mind that is infinite.
If you are 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