Alexa Troche Finn
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“A beautiful disaster mixed with complexity is what whispered into the universe and drew my soul into existence. It’s not always pretty but it is ALWAYS passionate and unapologetically ME.”
-A.R.-
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The Tempest
The Tempest By AR Dating in 2021. What does that even look like? Do I find a cute girl on whatever new “influencer” app is currently popular and just message her? Is it possible to even find earth shattering passion with someone online? It has been so long since I had a meaningful connection with someone that the thought of even striking up a conversation, was paralyzing.
By Alexa Troche Finn5 years ago in Filthy
Grasp
“I always said I would let my heart bleed over the right track but I’ve let it bleed over a couple of tears and that’s just a matter of facts. Because the heart mourns even what we don’t need back. And the mind is distracted, so who can decipher that. I cop a plea with my heart and beg it to let me play my part. But see it’s too far gone. From a million reasons, it has none. Stumbling. Mumbling. The bottles are done. But I’m trying to give her the best of me or maybe just the rest of me. Because I can’t figure out how many pieces are missing. I’m not whole, are you listening? Sometimes I want to take flight and be as majestic as a dove but I can’t leave her behind because even broken I deserve her love. So who do I trust when my success is a must? When everyone is caught up in bullshit and lust? When I put myself aside for most, yet when I need them to help me recover, they are as good as a ghost. My brain is stuck in an endless loop of memories and fear. I try everyday to convince myself the end of that is near. I’m the glue. I need to be strong. Even when your fight just seems wrong. I stand up and smile and go that extra mile. It’s what I do. I can’t quit even tho I’ll admit some days it seems like the perfect solution. My life out here just seems like a perfect illusion. How can paradise not be right? All these disappointments are just blurring my sight. So much so that I swear I just might... no no no. I’ve worked too hard. Those thoughts need to be bolted and barred. It’s just a bad day not a bad life. Love can certainly cease my strife. I’m consumed by my desire to achieve greatness. No one said that determination would be painless.”
By Alexa Troche Finn8 years ago in Poets
