The skin tight around the bones Holding the body together like the Vacuum of space, the universe, the solar system. The body, the earth forever spinning through infinite. Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future! -Alina
Category: Poetry
Poem #160 (Burial)
A coldness seeps into the bones holding its grip tight. The earth swallows up the body to decompose. A peaceful rest, a final end for us all. Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future! -Alina
Poem # 159 (Synthetic Reality)
Screen, watch, listen, reply no, yes, maybe. Sound, image colliding, collide until there is no reality just realisms to absorb. Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future! -Alina
Poem #158 (Creation)
Leaving, living, holding, keeping. The words they stream from my lips but their meaning is loss in the confusion, miscommunication in translation there is no perfection. Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future! -Alina
Poem #157 (Moon Above)
The moon high above, the skin, pock-marked and dried out. Swirling, it gravitates around a planet of death and destruction. Footprints of a species soon to be extinct linger still on its rocky body. Voices lost in the vacuum of space, words rendered meaningless in the end. I am experimenting with a…