Alexandria Stanwyck
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My inner child screams joyfully as I fall back in love with writing.
I am on social media! (Discord, Facebook, and Instagram.)
instead of therapy: poetry and lyrics about struggling and healing is available on Amazon.
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Under the Snow. Content Warning.
Street lights dance on icicles hanging from the rooftops and naked tree limbs. The darkening night sky is speckled in falling snow and stars. The street is covered in a blanket of white, crisp powder, like a car with a fresh coat of paint.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Saying Goodbye to the Blues. Top Story - April 2024.
I woke up this morning knowing my depression had come for a visit. I should have known it was coming. I haven't been able to sleep very well the past few days, but I chalked it up to my creative mind going on overdrive recently. It took me five days to finish a 348 page book when it would have normally took me five hours. My motivation has been dwindling, yes, there were many subtle signs my depression was coming to a head.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Psyche
When It Is Safe
Here is Real Poetic's newest challenge! *** February 2, 1809 I shiver under the big oak tree, the marker to divide the Master from the slaves. Snowflakes dot my curly black hair in quick succession; I will be drenched and near frozen by the time I get back home. Hopefully, Momma will not be home to interrogate me, forcing me to lie to her face again.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Ophelia. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
Trigger Warning: mentions of domestic abuse Your hands were sweaty the first time we met. It seemed to permeate my keys as you shakingly plugged in ten digits and the name "Ophelia." You tossed me into your purse, unaware of how I bounced around until I sunk to the bottom. It was dark in that purse, the kind that grabs and holds you hostage without any hope of escape. I didn't much care about the pitch dark as a bit of curiosity led me to search the internet.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
The Architect, the Blacksmith, the Carpenter, & the Surgeon.
I write about the darkness sometimes. I am not a dark person; I am more an entanglement of shadowy tendrils and sun rays. No, I think I write darkness because I'm trying to purge it from inside of me, one word at a time.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
Miscommunication Trope
Angrily pacing in the living room Believing the worst based on what I just saw Complete realization that this is our doom Didn't they warn me he would break my heart's laws? Eyes used to sweep up and down better than a broom Forgot the worst of his previous flaws: Generously spending time in many girls' bedrooms How could I allow myself to think he was different now, ha Ignorance is bliss until it leads you to your gloom Just wish it didn't lead to me rubbing my eyes raw Killing the dream now that you would be my groom Let the wolf that is you blow down this love made of straw Maybe it time to bury our future in its tomb
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
The Last Piece Of Him
I don't want to replace them. I stare at the boots, more brown than black from the layers of sun baked mud. The cracks I've tried to hide are like wrinkles, baring the truth of their age for everyone to see. The only thing new on the shoes are the laces, a poor attempt at trying to extend my time with the boots. Already, they are already dusty from the fields today, much like the white socks I wore on my feet.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Intimacy
I want intimacy, but I don't want just sex. For so long, people tried to tell me that's all intimacy is, but thankfully my mom drilled the truth into my brain before my view was tainted. It's your touch, not there, but here on my knee. Here, an arm draped over my shoulder. Fingers in my hair, a quiet lullaby lulling me to sleep. I love the sweet reminder you're here and I am safe. It's the love radiating from your eyes so intensely that I want to look away but can't because I'm entranced. Locked in this moment I want to stay in forevermore, the kind of sweet look that will give me everlasting butterflies. It's your arms around me tight like you'll never let me go. Even if the urge to pee hits in the middle of the night I have to fight your grip and hope I won't mess up the sheets anyway. It's your kiss, innocent and quick, but full of love just the same. It's you in my ear, whispering how gorgeous I am, blank canvas and baggy clothes. Sweet nothings to make me blush and wonder where you've been all my life. "Waiting for you" is what I'm sure you would respond, cheesy but romantic just the same. It's us in bed, under the covers, no space between, my head on your chest, listening to your heart beat just for me.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
