Alona Rivika : Writing

 The Cottage is my mind

The Cottage is my mind

A Poem by Alona Rivika


Water cry's from the shower head, as I question the never ending vines that surround the lost cottage. Is infatuation my greatest desire or mygreatest..
Surviving the last of the fight

Surviving the last of the fight

A Poem by Alona Rivika


Surviving the last of the fight She sits inside a canvas of coffee, ready for a new age, a laughable repeat of the 60’s in a new and im..
Hidden messages

Hidden messages

A Poem by Alona Rivika


I am not writing this to whine, it is just me writing and rambling.
To long

To long

A Poem by Alona Rivika


I am not exactly sure what I was writing. I was overwhelmed with emotion. Also, I was listening to on of my favorite artists, Lana Del Rey, whose musi..
Dreams of past predictions

Dreams of past predictions

A Poem by Alona Rivika


My dreams prove to be exact. She is forever gone and I know I will never encounter her presence beside me ever. She was and is the ghost tortured..
The truth

The truth

A Poem by Alona Rivika


Plagued by pain inflicted sickness. Cutting people out of construction paper and throwing them into the abyss. Driven by anger and frustration. ..
Legos

Legos

A Poem by Alona Rivika


She holds my hand and learns who I am, by short seemingly meaningless conversations. Eventually, she begins to question if I am the person I pre..
Reality

Reality

A Poem by Alona Rivika


I find it so hard to live in reality, when fantasy is so much more beautiful! I guess that’s what they call creativity, because it does no..
Rivka Revealed

Rivka Revealed

A Poem by Alona Rivika


Depths of curiosity behind the concrete obtaining life as if you are in a dream. What is behind the bark of a tree? How many perceptions are ..