You were knee-deep in blood, hip-deep in goddesses.

-A. E. Stallings, from Archaic Smile; “The Wife of the Man of Many Wiles,” (via violentwavesofemotion)


Life is what we make of it.

Travel is the traveler.

What we see isn’t what we see

but what we are.

-Fernando Pessoa

The Heavenly Tenants by Ilonka Karasz (1896-1981) via love Tumblr

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Emulate, moving across

a vibrant image

Revisiting an ancient tale


Depicted, flowing

and rearranged

Simply guided by an

intriguing visualization

~J Alaine

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Seasonal Exhaustion

We run away countless times during this season, in hopes to avoid the hustle and the bustle; yet find ourselves in the midst of the crowd. We smother ourselves in contemplation of what to buy our loved ones; asking would they want this or that. Then at the excruciating end of trying to decide, we settle for a gift card (just to be safe!) So much preparation goes into the decorating, the baking, the shopping, the get-togethers, seasonal enjoyment but then, we forget ourselves…

-J Alaine

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these illusions

the penetrating thoughts

held my soul until

it’s last moment

the final breath refrained

in the midst of a

suffocating hour

held under water

I’m not asking to resurrect

J.Alaine 2018

#amwriting #death #life #poetry


I felt it, as it pierced through me like that of a knife repeatedly stabbing me in the chest. The shortness of my breath hung over me. I felt that sudden loss of all thoughts. My mind had went numb. I still suffer from the last of the loss of feeling in my hands. Time was jolted to an abrupt halt it’s remains so still, so empty, as if all the days spent had been renounced. Utterly broken I was crawling myself back into life. The lingering wait was over. The answer was ever so clear. I knew that it was something that I craved from deep within my being, yet it would never be for me.

J.Alaine 2018

#life #flashfiction #amwriting #read

I wanted to write a few lines

yet I didn’t know how to arrange them

I sat, pondering while I weaved the words

through this very web

that I’m virtually entangled in

I captured the thoughts;

grasping onto every passing word

that would possibly adhere to my idea

and still, in this quiet hour, it’s

rearranging itself for me

J.Alaine 2018

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I’m left at a loss

for something

that I can’t attain

The words are scattered

the mind in a blur

Thoughts drift

in every direction

Tell me

that you know

where the loss has gone

 2017 J Alaine

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