Linda alexander : Writing

Colors lost or stolen

Colors lost or stolen

A Poem by Linda alexander


Losing colors is similar to getting depressed, not able to enjoy anything, which one used to do in it's most prior losing colors
Open wound

Open wound

A Poem by Linda alexander


If someone has any kind of issues which is not caused by them, normalcy is to agonize them more with no genuine reasons, cephalexin is skin antibiotic..
Words

Words

A Poem by Linda alexander


Words are ridiculously potential for hurting and healing
My village

My village

A Poem by Linda alexander


Wrote as nostalgia is killing me after two full decades, St. Lawrence church is my church
Xylem, phloem all dry

Xylem, phloem all dry

A Poem by Linda alexander


Maple trees are supposed to live around seventy five to hundred years, humans too need xylem and phloem nourished
Comforts of winter

Comforts of winter

A Poem by Linda alexander


Difference between two states can be chosen by self, or otherwise
Why I wrote

Why I wrote

A Poem by Linda alexander


Writing for healing one's own soul, not for readers
Wound ready for skin graft

Wound ready for skin graft

A Poem by Linda alexander


Writing, loving, hating, shouting, ignoring, living, dreaming, hoping,use any kinds of cells to harvest, wound needs to be healed irespectively, it is..
In nutshell, legend or layman

In nutshell, legend or layman

A Poem by Linda alexander


You can live as a layman or legend, choice is yours