Amped up with nowhere to go,
let’s bounce this energy off the walls,
rhythmic beats and whispered screams
I can’t take this prison anymore.
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Amped up with nowhere to go,
let’s bounce this energy off the walls,
rhythmic beats and whispered screams
I can’t take this prison anymore.
-Alina