Category: Poetry

minds twisting underwater

in the cold

the snow and water gathers

ice that lingers

against the lips

against the skin

a skull cracked open

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

-Alina

paper and blood

the ink settles

in the grain

scissors cut out

new patterns

to fill with

blood, ink

and words.

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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?

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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.

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

-Alina

p.s. I have changed the titles of my “Free Hand” poems to just “Poem” this is just something I decided to do. I think it is more straightforward and makes more sense than just “Free Hand” even though all the poems in the format are technically free hand poems.

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.

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

-Alina