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Willow Alviva Poem
A BIRCH TREE'S CONFIDENCE
A young tree stands tall
Rooted to the woodland floor
Thinks itself immune
To all the struggles in store
As ignorant as a child
THE WEEPING WILLOW'S LAMENT
In the end, all trees
Must surrender to decay
Seep into the dirt
Shut their eyes and slip away
It’s a fate none can escape
Copyright © Willow Alviva | Year Posted 2024
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TIME: A BRIEF INTRORDUCTION
Time
Limited, limitless
Running, crawling, strolling
Contradictory as a paradox
Forward
ONE OF THE FEW TRUE INFINITIES
Eternity
Past, future
Flowing, unfolding, echoing
With us every day
Always
Copyright © Willow Alviva | Year Posted 2024
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Willow Alviva Poem
I awoke to the sound of rustling leaves
As the wind murmured its sweet nothings
My window was a canvas of silhouetted trees
And the liquid gold only sunlight brings
The air in my room was warm and still
It coated my throat like dense honey
I breathed in deep ‘til my lungs were filled
With a heaviness so heavenly
If ever the globe has slowed to a halt
It was surely in that sweet moment
When my conscience was unburdened by failure and fault
Raging thoughts rendered blissfully silent
Permitted, for once, to lay myself aside
Neatly on my worn pillow and bedsheets
The core of the earth pulsing, I find
In tandem with my languid heartbeats
I am reminded that, however separate I may feel
From this vast, sprawling universe, my dazzling abode
I’m just the world reminding itself that it’s real
Tasting itself, reading its own code
Copyright © Willow Alviva | Year Posted 2024
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I am imperfect
I think that it’s impossible to be anything but, and yet
I long to be humanity’s one spectacular exception
I wish that my subconscious would listen to reason… it tells me
I am deceptive
I feel that I am living a double life
I dream of and dread the day that people truly see me
I wish they were aware of the ocean of sins I carry
I am conflicted
I believe that if I’m perceived, they will be disgusted, worse, disappointed
I dream of finally bellowing out this polluted river in my lungs
Of being held and comforted in my filth without a second’s hesitation
Yet I know that I am lovable
I know my loved ones would do exactly what I’ve been dreaming
I know, deep down, that what I’m truly afraid of
Is seeing myself in all of my depravity, and knowing that I’m undeserving
I am imperfect
Copyright © Willow Alviva | Year Posted 2024
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Hello? Can you hear me?
I feel like I’ve been shouting my sorrows at nothing at all
Are you ignoring me? Are you even real?
Why have you forsaken me?
I say it while I shake an angry fist at the sky
I sob it desperately in the darkest of nights
Why have you gone and left me to my own devices?
Why have you forsaken me?
You try to tell me, “I am here! Sweet child, I never left!
If only you would look to me, lean on me!”
But the plea falls on deaf ears, always does
I turn my head to you and my eyes are blind
Your outstretched hand that cradles my cheek
Is not felt by my atrophied skin, cold and numb
Because who could ever salvage this body of broken bones?
Who could ever love this vessel of a dead soul?
Copyright © Willow Alviva | Year Posted 2025
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That day you stopped me at the ledge,
I had accepted the death of my dreams.
Their carcasses, unloved and useless,
Were my only brethren, or so it seemed.
But before I could follow them, you barged in
And you taught me some strange alchemy.
You said, “Belief is the tool from which miracles stem from,
Makes wine of water, strength of weakness, magic of debris.”
You said, “I know your despair, and you know what I've learned?
Dreams are eternal, and only fools set them free.”
I didn’t know you, didn’t even know your name,
But I heard that you believed in me.
O wonder of wonders, here was an angel,
Who had crawled into heaven from the Underworld.
It took me under its wing, told me I could do the same.
With its blessing, a million avenues unfurled.
How far away that day seems, as if it were a dream,
As we watch our sacred offering transform into a beast.
We've transformed along with it, and for the worse, but worst of all?
We drift apart. For that, I can find no peace.
How ungrateful, how reckless, how naive I've been,
To covet Spell over Sorcerer, Progress over Soul.
Your spirit's the true miracle, lighting in a crumbling bottle
I suppose Greatness never does come without a toll.
O nightmare of nightmares, time has proven,
That you're an angel cursed with Decay.
You were my savior, my guardian, what of me to you?
I cannot conquer Death, nor can I bargain with his day.
O, how different his bloodstained scythe appears
When it's a force you have no choice but to obey.
(If any of y'all have seen Arcane, this was inspired by Jayce and Viktor).
Copyright © Willow Alviva | Year Posted 2026
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