Alice Gru

Joined March 2018

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Bio

I was mistaken for a porcelain doll when I was younger. That porcelain is now broken and expressed through poetry.

Stories (7/0)

Stuck
Get high in nature Witness the euphoric sight of a dirt path winding through miles of trees waving their hellos The rage of the crashing falls transforming into the calm trickling of water over a cascade of rocks
By Alice Gru4 years ago in Poets
When She Touches Me
When she touches me It feels like her fingers are preforming a ballet across my skin My tiny little hairs joining in the dance following the steps of every tingling sensation
By Alice Gru4 years ago in Poets
No Stranger to Death
It was her Who slithered through the seems of my confinement It was her Who infringed upon The darkest corners of my psyche
By Alice Gru5 years ago in Poets
Yearning for Pain
My skin ached Yearning in soreness for a blade A single blade to penetrate it I sit and ponder Why is there such a feeling
By Alice Gru6 years ago in Poets
Heart on My Sleeve
I think about her, and my heart sinks into my stomach My knees buckle beneath me and I choke on the lump in my throat She's the first thing on my mind when I wake,
By Alice Gru6 years ago in Poets
Give Me the Strength
I manage to gain the energy to bring my self to my feet Yet I find myself in this hard place I do a 180 degree turn And there is a rock
By Alice Gru6 years ago in Poets
Let's Talk
You asked me, "What is there to talk about?" Let's talk about my earliest childhood memory in which my mother is unconscious on the bed
By Alice Gru6 years ago in Poets