It was fun whilst it lasted, but I get bored quick. Flipping my hair and pretending to care is my best party trick. The stars in their eyes, all dazzled by lights – They all dribble when I start to bite. I know that look – oh baby you’re hooked, I can tell. I’ve got … Continue reading 5 Minutes To Showtime
Month: September 2016
Shakespeare’s Fool
A literary hamartia, a bumbling idiot. So many riddles. Why so cryptic? Maybe if you had just said – What you fucking meant, So many of our conversations wouldn’t be dead. Stop hiding what you mean, Under pretence and self-esteem; Tear off the bravado darling, I never found your swagger charming. Sociopathy is sexy but … Continue reading Shakespeare’s Fool
I Want
Good morning texts,Did you get home safe yet replies, Early mornings coffee surprise, Tell me you love me, But I can't say it back, Say I'm the one, Let your voice crack, Call me yours, And hold onto me, Because baby - I'm sick of being lonely and free.
On a playground somewhere green, Mermaids and birds, land and sea – Two little outcasts thrust into the world, A life-long friendship built upon a house. Then we ran without cares into life, butt- Sums and equations added us up- Our world was made of pens and paper, And our dreams still trapped DS players. … Continue reading
Diamond In The Rough
Clean cut crystals, sparkling under night lights- 28 carats of shimmering gold, And I’m blinded by all their twinkling refractions- The brilliance of it is getting caught in my eyes, My tears are dull compared to that clarity, Perfect prisms of stolen starlight. But now I’m getting closer, Starting to inspect the dream- Finding broken … Continue reading Diamond In The Rough
Sentimentality In September
I’m not uninspired, There’s just no desire, To create or invent, No more worlds to be bent- My head isn’t foggy, but my path isn’t clear, Maybe I’m just too caught up in wishing that you were here.
Goodnight Dear
Two chests rising and falling between the static, Two mouth breathers gently gasping for air – To the beat of their steady little hearts, Whose sleepy murmurs whisper; we are, we are, we are And without speaking I know that you’re there, Somewhere, anywhere, but not here. Alone but not lonely, It’s sometime between 2 … Continue reading Goodnight Dear
Kill Your Darlings
Don’t ask me to line up my children and then pick out one, The smallest, feeblest little darling, the fragile stunted runt My hands fumbling, sweating, – your gun shaking in my clammy grip You’re shouting at me to shoot at her, but her little tears are drip-ping- KILL YOUR DARLINGS – IT’S FOR YOUR … Continue reading Kill Your Darlings
Sitting In Coffee Shops
Listening to Henson, and re-reading Ibsen, Scalding lattes, burnt mouth- cold nights, numb fingers A table for one, one paper cup, one chair Tired eyes – silent phones Dusty shoes and wrinkled clothes Italian coffee – English weather Just another day.
I Need Some Space
We’re all just stardust in a black-hole sky, And you let me fall out of orbit tonight- Until all but one particle of sand remained, Talking about how our dusty, starry world was strange. You and I are just another block of atoms that will never touch, Emitting wave-lengths of all of me wasn’t enough. … Continue reading I Need Some Space
Alicia Jones Poetry 