Alexandra - Personal Blog: WhisperingVictory


They say time heals all wounds

and I suppose that’s true

but sometimes

when the clouds roll

in and the rain starts to 

fall I ache

for those days past

the way my long since

healed broken arm

does too.


I want adventure with
Sun kissed roads and
Cheeks rosy with
Excitement and potential
I want to feel the cool of night filter in
Through open windows as
Orange and pink fade
To milky grey and mile
After mile flies by with
No end in sight,
Only you.
At my side for all of it.

I thought I would love you forever. I’m glad that I was wrong.

This Is My Goodbye

I’ve learned that the things we lose

are the things we were never supposed 

to keep. And I never could seem

to hold on to the sound of

your voice

when you were away from me.

But now, I’m glad your voice is gone

from me forever. 

And I will never be haunted

by the sound of 

"I don’t love you anymore."

Piano Keys

She had always reminded me of a piano, 

the way she was beautiful on her own

but truly came alive when her voice was mixed with others,

and when my fingers grazed her skin

like the smooth feeling of white and black keys 

the most beautiful sounds came out

and when I heard her, every time

like a sonata or fugue

I could feel goosebumps, and

a chill run down my spine, the reaction

only beautiful music could elicit.


She traveled thousands of miles away from home,

away from everything she knew, away from 

the comforts of electricity and plumbing.

People thought she was trying to find something

find herself.

But not even she realized

that it was herself she was trying to get away from.


If you watched her closely, you could see
The thoughts swelling just below her skin
And all of the things she wanted
Desperately to scream at the top
Of her lungs, all the beautiful-
Wonderful thoughts trying to
Escape all at the same time.
But it only came out as a sigh.


I want to read

your goosebumps

like braille

and touch every 

inch of your skin

to figure out

your story.

I want to know

all of you.


She was a collector of things. Books, marbles, coins and 

trinkets, she liked to keep them close

and safe. 

It wasn’t quite the same with people.

but a collection of one was enough.

When I look at you, its like the whole universe breathes this heavy sigh of relief. And I’m not sure what that means yet, but I know I’d like to find out.