• Body Language


    What do we do
    when language isn't
    When thoughts
    become frozen,
    and emotions
    suffer motionless.

    What do we do
    when bodies scream
    When limbs
    and lips ache.

    Can't you hear
    my whispers?
    Why can't you?

    What do we do
    with these empty
    When they're not
    empty at all.
    I'd drown amongst
    all the misunderstandings.

    What do we do
    when these human
    forms fail
    to express?
    And I've forgotten
    to tell my story.

    || alanna joanne

  • Out of Orbit


    I don't care for holding the world
    anymore; this cold and
    hardened sphere.

    For to hold it up, to hold
    it dear,
    has burned our souls.
    And hardened hearts
    with fear.

    The colour of jade.
    The colour of soot.
    Anger poisons our blood
    from head,
    to foot.

    And what is there to show for it?
    From holding this globe
    up in helpless orbit.

    Would gravity pull
    it down?
    Would the antithesis
    pull it away?
    I no longer care
    for its awful weight.

    I don't care for holding the world
    anymore; this cold and
    hardened sphere.

    || alanna joanne

  • Happy Halloween, Witches 🕸 🖤

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  • From Beyond


    Remnants of the dead
    permeate my view as I
    finally wake from this centuries-slumber.

    Fallen, blackened trees
    and sterile Earth.

    Skeletons of corporations-past.
    Their steel bones now dull
    and rusted.

    Their hearts too.

    And the sky is on fire.

    || alanna joanne

  • Still I Rise // Maya Angelou


    You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may trod me in the very dirt
    But still, like dust, I'll rise.

    Does my sassiness upset you?
    Why are you beset with gloom?
    'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
    Pumping in my living room.

    Just like moons and like suns,
    With the certainty of tides,
    Just like hopes springing high,
    Still I'll rise.


    *IN THE RAW*

    Remember when "faux"
    was in fashion?
    —— see faux fur
    and faux pas.

    Before truth
    was our passion;
    to see it return
    and the lies withdrawn.

    Because now "to know"
    has been challenged
    —— in our homes
    and in our laws.

    With these foes
    leaning forward
    reality broken
    in their jaws.

    And so "to be"
    becomes pas sûr:
    in the raw.

    But just like sugar
    we may be burned, though not broken.
    Hear the people's outcry:

    || alanna joanne