Category: Poetry

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.

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-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

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

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