Category: verse

  • Alexandria Hilton

    73. Trying to Forget the Sun at Twenty-Five

    And I just want the whole world to knowOr just someone to knowI want to tell someone What you told meAbout how you yesterdaySaw me beaming in some waySome new waySome way you’ve never seen me shine And maybe it’s the fullness of the sunOr the moon’s humble natureOr how the two chase one anotherFor […]

  • Alexandria Hilton

    66. Trying to Be Held by Friends and Mountains at Twenty-Four

    Each of us exists only in relation to others — the way light refracted needs an eye to appear to be a rainbow, the way a cat is not dead until you dig it up and see for yourself I know thoughts are ever-flowing, temporary and timely and a lot of the time, wrong and […]

  • Alexandria Hilton

    64. Trying to Earth Day at Twenty-Four

    Barefoot and Covered in Dust Tapped on the arm,punched in the throat,flicked in the ear.My words feel emptyI show up latebarefoot and covered in dustmy breath smellsmy pores are cloggedto tell stories is to bear the burden of meaning-makingit is to be braveand ask questions, sure,more so, though, it is to listenThis time,I am most […]

  • Alexandria Hilton

    52. Trying to Turn Twenty-Four

    Hurricane PoemEnter stage rightFirst act and sceneAnd all the rest, sureYour senses deceive you Your eyes convince youThat watching the wind gustWill change its directionDampen its forceYour stomach achesHolds hostage all you’ve managedPartially digested, you thinkYour tongue moves to make declarations of We wantWhat follows inaudibleOver her cackleAn intermission A dictator’s pauseMercy, maybeAn argument could […]

  • Alexandria Hilton

    33. Another Poem

    Steer Straight, Adrenaline Junkie the big they, the capital Theysay something likeTo feel alive, one must inch close to deathThey call it a game but the waiting seems to me quite seriousThey say the clock always ticks the same So it must be me who has changed, I guessBecause the last feels different from the […]

  • Alexandria Hilton

    06. Trying to Collapse at Twenty-Two

    do you believe in reincarnation? circles over scribbles orderless city quiet noise and music and silence it is the perfect time all the time because no two days were ever the same he said with smug profundity laughable and i write in verse because of the pauses so pause and breathe expand not in consumption […]