Category: Poetry

What the world does to me,

how can I be anything other than what you see?

 

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Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future!

-Alina

The space between the words

a   pause, that can silence or rip

a  apart, a  person, with the same severity

as   a   glance.

 

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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

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.

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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.

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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.

 

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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.

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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