A short story about indecision and dissatisfaction. When I was young and naïve, and my world had been delighted between sunlit smiles and white winter snow fights, I formed the error in judgement that would come to be my hamartia. I made the stupid mistake of believing, even in my childish whims, that if I … Continue reading Butterflies
Month: December 2016
The Pointlessness of Poetry
Cynicism is my new addiction, fuck it load me up- Give me one more hit of bitter, god I’ve missed this high Jesus I feel low I embrace my futility and never look for meaning Dismissing true connection for my own self-hating And books that will never love me back – not I believe in … Continue reading The Pointlessness of Poetry
‘Lonely People Are Always Up In The Middle Of the Night’
Staring out up into the abundance of stars and making wishes between my visible breaths, Watching how my whispered words fogged up the window- Then disappear like thoughts, My hands are empty, and the fingertips are cold, Pressing them gently against my skin- sending shivers like ripples over a calmed sea. My favourite book lies … Continue reading ‘Lonely People Are Always Up In The Middle Of the Night’
Butterflies
Last night I dreamt of butterflies, made from silk, then light, then paper – Fluttering between my words and breaths, our eyes were ships, and my hands an anchor We were swept away in tides of fallen wings, dark-veined and too fragile to touch – I watched as they crumbled in my irises, into waves … Continue reading Butterflies
Green Stars
Staring at the green stars curl around our gold fingertips, Sat on the floor, like children, between the pillow fort – and infinity Tracing the outlines of dragons made of blue smoke that waft over the sky Above us Then we’re in a rain forest, in the flickering candlelight under a waterfall made from silk … Continue reading Green Stars
Pray For Rain
I think perhaps I may have prayed too hard for rain; The white clouds have been bruised, beaten purple with my insistent demands Water squeezed, stolen from the pores of the empty skies Terrified fling themselves to the Earth - No, it is not water that falls, but tears Tears falling down from her heavenly … Continue reading Pray For Rain
An Existence In Art – Chaos Theory
I watch as the stars swim in and out of existence, serenely oblivious to the screaming disarray on Earth Silently dipping, twinkling, dancing across the vacuum of infinity just above me. I bring my eyes down to the chaos beneath my warm fingertips, but even this mess has an order Everything I touch has a … Continue reading An Existence In Art – Chaos Theory
Rain, Glitter
I could listen to a happy song, but I've got frank ocean on repeat For this melancholy I'm an addict Maybe if I indulge in this feeling I'll finally cry, I'll collect the precious tears and count them all Maybe in their reflection I'll find myself and fall- Or not. 'Rain, glitter...' Why does that … Continue reading Rain, Glitter
Lonely, Even When You Hold Me
I wonder if I'm enough, have I done something wrong? The echoes of 'beautiful' are drifting, spacing apart, dissipating, like your calls Your silences are louder than my screams for you - Clingy Needy Am I? Are you? No, were you? I love you Loved - love I'm confused my dear I need you here, … Continue reading Lonely, Even When You Hold Me
The Park Before Dawn
Dancing under streetlights and between cigarette smoke, Following the tendrils out of your mouth, tracing your warm lips with my cold fingertips- Listening to blurry music – sharing faded songs Shivering under the stars but holding on to each other and feeling warm. Sharing breaths, passing the stardust between our blue parted lips, Teaching you … Continue reading The Park Before Dawn
Alicia Jones Poetry 