Alexandria Stanwyck
Bio
My inner child screams joyfully as I fall back in love with writing.
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instead of therapy poetry and lyrics collection is available on Amazon.
Stories (123/0)
- Top Story - January 2024
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 months 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 months 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 Stanwyck3 months ago in Poets
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 Stanwyck3 months ago in Poets
Golden girl's secret
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 Stanwyck3 months 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 Stanwyck3 months ago in Writers
A Good Girl's Guide To Murder
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 Stanwyck3 months ago in BookClub