World falling out of each other, Us tumbling, and flying through lyrics on hot air, Everything is brighter than life, better than dawn, bigger than the sky, deeper than space and we are at the epicentre of everything Skies rolling, vision blurring – Crowds cheering, For us! Hearts pounding and lungs grabbing air up from … Continue reading Concert
Author: anotherboringbritishgirl
If Life Was A Canvas
Each pulsing eccentricity of human life, a coloured brushstroke on the canvas of existence, colours of all shade and tonality combining to reflect their own vitalities of animation. If you step closer and examine the design, the intricacies appear sporadically frantic, disorganised, clumsy, a collateral splattering of imperfections, the ghosts of indecision. However, stepping away … Continue reading If Life Was A Canvas
A metaphor for life- The Train
Standing still on the platform, the train speeds past me in a blur of indiscernible colours- My eyes sting from the rushing air but I refuse to close them; am I stubborn or brave? People mill around the station, hurrying around, talking in a buzz, I pick out odd words of broken conversations- like trying … Continue reading A metaphor for life- The Train
I miss you
It’s been nine months since I last saw you. 41,475,000 people died since you last said hello. My heart has beaten 31,536,000 times since you last sent me that text and I have heaved in air 5,124,600 painful times since we last talked. The sun has risen and set 274 times and I’m still missing … Continue reading I miss you
Broken
Will you end my pain Or drive me insane Will you hang me out to dry Not kiss me goodbye While I’m falling apart Would you crush my heart And when I lose my head Whose gonna be in your bed Was I ever on your mind Or were you just being kind Am I … Continue reading Broken
There was a time when I wanted to fade away, to let my body dissolve into the air, To stand back and watch as I disintegrated into dust, to be carried away by the wind. I didn’t just want to fall asleep, I didn’t just want to disappear, I wanted to not exist; To close … Continue reading
Lost In Translation
Typed words on a cracked screen passing between clammy hands, Words, feelings, emotions, don’t all make it across the gap- Lost into the abyss of air between them Some things are lost in translation. But squeals of laughter running through butterflied gardens are clear, Smiles spent in summer air against a backdrop of endless days, … Continue reading Lost In Translation
A Day Out With A Friend.
Glimpses of the glass jungle flicker past the warmed window, An imprint of your cheek blurs the rosy view, Modern art. Air whizzing through the cool stone station ruffles your curls ~ Black leather ankle boots foot after foot, from dusty paving, to cobbled stone… The day is filtered with yellows, oranges and blushing pinks. … Continue reading A Day Out With A Friend.
Empty
Dark brown eyes open for the first time and wrinkled hands clutch her small body closely, weathered lips make empty promises. Small hands are desperately reaching out into the unknown, grappling at cold air because he left. No letters made of ink graced any page, no echoed voices rang through any phones, no old hands … Continue reading Empty
Can you miss someone you hardly knew?
I miss what they might have been, what was not yet. I miss the smiles we never shared, the laugh I never heard, the way your eyes might have crinkled, and the colour your hair might have shone in the sun. I miss the adventures we didn’t have, the late nights we never stayed up … Continue reading Can you miss someone you hardly knew?
Alicia Jones Poetry 