There is a difference between the two, the spaces between the night that plague and bodies that move. Thank you for reading! -Alina INSTAGRAM
Category: Poetry
Dead Folk (poem #393)
There are too many dead folk here, I can’t breathe. And the spaces between them hold me together in the unknown dark space of the night. Thank you for reading! -Alina INSTAGRAM
The Sun is Out(poem #392)
The sun is out and it is annoying. There are too many words here and too many lies in the broken speeches of the night. There are too many dreams lying in the dark eyes of the morning sun. What do I dream of in the closed night in the broken dreams? The sky in…
Crow Talking (poem #391)
Clouds softly flow across skies of cerulean a voice in the distance calling, and I swear I can make out words, then I realize it’s a crow talking. Thank you for reading! -Alina INSTAGRAM
Easter Day (poem #390)
Rain falls, Easter day, blossoms scatter in the wind press against windows, doors. Thunder above, darkness gathers cold smell of rain, a new beginning. Thank you for reading! -Alina INSTAGRAM