M. Aline

I published a post back in 2015 called “The Secret of Life” and thought it would be a good idea to circle back around to this now seven years later. I realized as I was scrolling through many of my older posts, including this one, the negativity I projected and how much I’ve grown since.…

Your treasure is wasting away In the pockets of your trench coat You’ll save it for a rainy day But when the rain washes away All that you’ve saved What is left but a cold and empty heart Once again You have chosen treasure over me A warm but smoky lung —M. Aline

Unforgettable He is He’s the kind that makes you never want to leave His arms are a safe haven He holds you dear and close He squeezes you tight and never lets go He’s the kind you want to take home to mama And build a home with But has he found the kind he…

Boom. I heard the strangled scream of an older woman before her body fell. As if I were in a movie, I was suddenly brought into the scene and looking straight at the dead carcass of a loved one I never wanted to see. Red painted her neck in the print of a hand. Shock…

There are many things society has embedded into our minds since we were teenagers that we have grown into believing as adults; but there is one thing that has been embedded more than anything else and that is to love yourself. People post this one quote twenty-four seven… “If you can’t love yourself, how can…

Sailing through unfamiliar seas Some uncharted territory Deserted by those who once had burning passion That became grueling as they kept away from shore Thirst and hunger drove them to madness Hatred consumed their bones Abandon ship, the captain said But no one cared of the danger arising Who was aware but the captain? And…

I know I’ve spoke—or written—about this before, but grief is such a funny thing. And not funny in a laughing sense, but in a way that makes you think. While many believe that grief gets better over time, I’ve come to realize that it never truly goes away. The same grief you feel on the…

They say eyes never age But then why do they change Increasing or decreasing pigment Baby blues become ice-y Cold like the winter Spring greens grow like a forest Protective of its foliage Dirt browns soak in soil As if they’d been watered their whole life In your eyes Lie the secrets of your soul…

Time seems to stand still When you’re standing amid chaos Destruction is bound to occur If there’s not one to halt it We think we have all the time in the world But truly Time is of the essence It is given not to be taken lightly But to be measured out Distributed equally Among…

This town never seemed as big Until you moved right in This coffee shop never seemed as small Until a crowd blew in As if there were a winter storm White flurries that landed on your tongue Made you laugh as you ran in circles Throwing your hands up to surrender This house is not…