Papers litter the floor
shelves of sheets gathered
stapled, clipped, stacked
folded and kept in a
disorganized order. Words
within pages, dripping off
the shelves onto the floor.
Thank you for reading my work!
-Alina
Poem #179 (The Mind)
Tag: original
Pumped Up [Poem #178]
Poem #177 (Spring is Coming)
The sun peaks out
and warms the earth
there is a hum in the air
the birds sing to it
they chirp and chatter
in the wind, something
new and fresh. The soil
begins to sprout. Spring
is coming.
Thank you for reading my work!
-Alina
Poem #176 (Thoughts)
Barreling into the mind,
the words, the thoughts
worm their way into
my blood, my bones
feel it consume
igniting a fire within
that burns and burns.
Thank you for reading my work!
-Alina
Poem #175 (A Cold Foreboding)
A cold foreboding
comes alive in the
darkest hours
of the night.
A whisper,
a scream,
something
trembles
and rises
from a pit.
Thank you for reading my work!
-Alina