Obsession with a sun that never shines a cold disk of pale yellow that rises and falls above me, where is it that you go at night? I can never find you. The moon is solid and full, sits calmly in the black sky he can never quite catch up to you, and that’s how…
Category: Poetry
Free Hand #99 (A Dying Earth and Invisible Audience)
Sun that bleeds down and crests under the edge of the sky round and blue the world is sick human parasites. And I am rambling, rambling to an audience that is not there. Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina
Free Hand #98 (Rise above your Hell)
There is a hell inside that reigns it grips you by your soul and pulls you under until there is nothing but you and the abyss of your sorrow. You must overcome your hell and rise above it, only you can do this no one else can. Thank you for reading my writing! I…
Free Hand #97 (Fall Reflections)
Blue sky and bright eyes looking up up up to trace the jet lines that criss-cross across the horizon. The cold bitter air that bites, the leaves that pile up and lay dead on the ground. A whispering wind that foretells snow. Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in…
Free Hand #96 (Winter)
Sun dips down and the days become longer, the trees getting ready for hibernation drop all their leaves and I can hear them rummaging in the gutter with the wind. Waiting for the rain to end and the snow to litter the ground freezing me out, freezing my soul. Thank you for reading my…