Alexandria Stanwyck

Joined October 2021

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My inner child screams joyfully as I fall back in love with writing.

I am on social media! (Discord, Facebook, and Instagram.)

instead of therapy: poetry and lyrics about struggling and healing is available on Amazon.

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Are You Eager For Midnight? | THIS MUSIC MAY CONTAIN HOPE.
The first time I really heard RAYE was a little over a year ago. Let's be honest, there are some artists you don't even realize you've listen to before until you start having red thread coming out of your ears because of the potential conspiracy wall developing in your brain. Well, on mine, it all starts with a mind-blowing and boggling performance.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 days ago in Beat
there is a time to write plainly . Top Story - March 2026.
I am not one to speak plainly - sometimes, I repeat and ramble, or talk in circles before reaching the point - and much like the way I speak,
By Alexandria Stanwyck24 days ago in Poets
fail
NF's Fear - Official Music Video *** i remember when they said that failure's not an option because failure equals losing
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a month ago in Poets
allow yourself to be devastated
hold it in all day under forced smiles and "i'm fines," because that's what you're supposed to do. it's not professional to cry at work you know.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 months ago in Poets
waiting for snow
weatherman said that snow is coming, but i'm on the couch, still waiting.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 months ago in Poets
the many uses of rope. Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
i run my hands along the fibers of my words; some scrape the skin off my fingertips, leaving me raw to their power, while others feel like gentle lips
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 months ago in Poets
In this cold, I have you
Eyes - windows to peek inside. In yours, I can see the warmth of your soul.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 months ago in Poets
smothered . Content Warning.
I always thought it would go out suddenly, like a candle, with only a whisper of smoke and black tipped wicks to serve as a reminder that it was lit.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 months ago in Poets
dream, but not too big
They always told me to dream big, stretch my branches to reach the sky and take a star out of heaven. Then my branches would grow too high;
By Alexandria Stanwyck4 months ago in Poets
scratching out potatoes
I used to think those August afternoons were only about clawing into the dirt, scratching out potatoes, until the dirt feel asleep in our nail beds,
By Alexandria Stanwyck4 months ago in Poets
Autumn's Tears. Top Story - November 2025.
They don't crunch under my feet anymore. They rustle, whisper reminders of days past, of eruptions of laughter. Brown, orange, and yellow
By Alexandria Stanwyck5 months ago in Poets
there's never enough
I finally saw my first glimpse of it today as the dawn broke over the horizon -a beige flash, gone so quickly, I thought it was a trick of the light
By Alexandria Stanwyck5 months ago in Poets