Alexandria Stanwyck
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My inner child screams joyfully as I fall back in love with writing.
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Your eyes inspired a love poem
It was your eyes I fell for first, which was noteworthy since I struggle with looking at people's eyes on a usual basis. Green pools that reminded me of the plants sitting on my desk at work. Are they still alive? I haven't watered them in over a week. They're succulents, so they must be fine. I hope you won't think of me that way, just a plant that only needs watering every once in a while. But what was I talking about? Oh, right, your eyes, or more what I fell for. It's terrifying. Falling that is. I'm not sure if you want to catch me or leave me to drown in your eyes. People speak of drowning like it is a good thing, but I think it can be dangerous. Your eyes start to become so all-encompassing that I forget to look out for the sharks. But I shouldn't have to worry about flaws that will bite at me, tearing pieces of me away until I am nothing, should I? I am supposed to be safe in your eyes, right? I am supposed to trust what is reflected in your eyes, right? They are windows, peeks into your inner person, your truth. So, please tell me now, was falling for your eyes first a mistake or the first right thing I did with you? Because if it was wrong, I want to come up for air now. If it is right, swim with me as we fall into each other eyes. We'll be each other's air in this deep beyond they call love.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
Golden girl's secret. Content Warning.
One of my goals for this year is to publish some pieces that I either started or written a while ago, be it I felt it couldn't fit anywhere, I wasn't in the right mindset, or some other reason. But this is a new year, new me. Let's push even further past my comfort zone.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
A Time for Reflection #2
As many start to count down the final hours to the start of the new year, I can't help but become nostalgic of the past 12 months. And not just at my writing, although it will be what takes up most of this essay. I think back to my accomplishments and failures, my mental highs and lows, my defining moments.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Writers
A Good Girl's Guide To Murder. Content Warning.
They sat there, watching as I chose yet another book that wasn't them. For three months, they waited patiently for their chance to be in my reading spotlight. To be savored, or more accurately devoured like a juicy burger. But for what now feels like excuses rather than legitimate reasons, I passed them by. It didn't matter how many times I heard my younger sibling talk about them or how multiple bookworms sang their praises for the series. Until one sunny Sunday, my hands, or more my finger, clicked on A Good Girl's Guide To Murder, the first of the series baring it's name.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in BookClub
Third Grade
I have felt like a bit of an outsider most of my life. That is something I haven't openly admitted before, because as a general rule, I never felt that being an outsider was a bad thing. My beliefs, interests, background, genetics, even my flaws set me apart from my peers, but they aren't things to be ashamed of. (Well, maybe some of my flaws.) They are part of my identity, who I am as a person.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Confessions
