Witherland

Again: precarious. When blood remains, I see the world tripping over the edge of the sword, red and forgotten. They drop, drop, drop-- balance. And we fall endlessly. [a poetry series by alice © 2017]

Poetry in the Dark

She wasn't running from life Or from him Her feet hoped to carry her Far, far away from Herself Highest rank in Poetry #24

Moondust: A Haiku Collection

* FEATURED ON @WattpadPoetry * A Haiku and Senryu collection. "All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allan Poe

l i t t l e n o t e s

when life gets me down, i write // highest ranking: #1 in poetry #2 in hot poetry