Category: Poetry

paper and blood the ink settles in the grain scissors cut out new patterns to fill with blood, ink and words.   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina  

decay. singed flesh opened and bleeding the rot begins to intertwine with limbs, alone in the empty dungeon of wars and famine can you hear the spirits crying still as they decay into the past, into memories?   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina

Minds flayed and slashed against the pavement the hot boiling sun looming down upon them cooking them in the heat. There are memories and thoughts now dried up and smudged staining the ground.   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina p.s. I have changed the titles…

The sun throbs a warm pulse that is blocked by the grey fog dense and cold enveloping the city. A radiant orb, in the distance looking like some one I used to know.   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina

The body falls through space into a quiet mind that lives in a closed place circular dome that holds all the secrets alive or dead, the matter bends memories and thoughts live permanetly.   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina