Someone told me to write a poem about the thing I need
And all I know are the things I want, things that stem from greed.
Years of a numb kind of drunk
No awareness of a spirit already sunk
Lungs filled with smoke
An empty laugh at a warm joke
The only indulgence I missed
The only discernable mistake
The first name on a long, long list
Was letting you go, allowing it to break.
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Published by Alanna Higdon
Hey! I'm Alanna.
I've been writing poetry and short fiction stories since I was in middle school. I'm now 23 and have graduated college. I want to take this time to share all of my creative writing with others who have similar interests. I'm starting this blog to explore new prompts and ideas. My biggest passion is poetry but I have a love for any and all types of writing.
While I use this blog to share my writing, I'm also hoping to explore freelance writing opportunities. I can't wait to start publishing my writing on here!
A little bit more about me, I was born on the west coast but have lived on the east coast for most of my life. I graduated from college in 2019 as a Sociology major. I'm a lover of cats, coffee, horror movies, rollercoasters, night time walks! You can always follow me on my Instagram for more information and daily updates!
-Alanna
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