When you are in that moment it surrounds you with a clear brilliance, A clarity that’s so enriched with detail you could never remember it perfectly, But it’s so bright that you don’t believe that you could ever forget it. In that moment you can believe that you’re immortal, that it’s infinite- Your brain can’t … Continue reading The Memories of Words
Author: anotherboringbritishgirl
Black and White and Grey.
I live my life in black and white and grey. I wake up drowning in grey skies, then I’m pushed through the current of ashen people under a grey city towards a bleak-grey day. I type the same black words on white paper till I forget what I meant, until I lose myself in monochrome. … Continue reading Black and White and Grey.
Goodnight.
Rolling over me like sun warmed waves on tropical beaches, an enveloping silence wraps around my brain. Protective. I dream of nothing, no thoughts, no sounds. For a while I don't even exist - removed from time and place - in my own internal restorative limbo. The indescribable feeling of being nothing consumes me and … Continue reading Goodnight.
Continuation of story part two
Chapter four The week my father was home passed so quickly I thought I had only imagined that he had been here. My Grandmother had been preoccupied with writing letters and organising my entry into polite society – although a little late for my age (19) she still felt it was necessary and proper, but … Continue reading Continuation of story part two
Continuation of story
Chapter three We were met by the Addie –Adeline-, our handmaid at the door, she was a sweet plump woman with curling grey hair and nimble fingers, and she smiled fondly at me and nodded her head with respect for my father as she took his bags through the door. As we walked through the … Continue reading Continuation of story
Continuation of a story
This is the end of the untilted experimental introduction and the following chapter. I met the cart where the path met the gravel in front of the house, just in time for my father to jump down and bring me into his arms. I breathed in his familiar smell and brushed my nose against … Continue reading Continuation of a story
An experimental introduction
As I lay there on that cool grass, the sunshine pooling around my bare feet, with a battered book face down on my chest, I closed my eyes and breathed in the honeyed air of the summer and just was. Inhaling the clear watery notes mixed with freshly cut grasses and the comforting scent of … Continue reading An experimental introduction
Hope is not the thing with feathers; hope is made of light.
Hope is the glint you catch on a stream that keeps you walking until you find water, It is that glimmer you see on the horizon that signals that you’re almost there. It is the flash of light from a million miles away that lets you know that you’re not alone. The brightness in your … Continue reading Hope is not the thing with feathers; hope is made of light.
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The wind blows hard against my cold lips, cracking them, splitting them open. I keep running, my legs pounding against the earth, pushing against the mud. My heart is racing. My chest heaving. I can hardly breathe; my dress is too heavy, my corset too tight. Bone against bone as I struggle to inhale. I … Continue reading Untitled
*Don’t go too far*
Don’t stray too far White tears drop onto rose-white faces, into black lashes and as they melt they slide into tender blue eyes. White fur is wrapped around soft warm hands, around little fingers, and clasps around slender white wrists. White stars fly, play, and chase between sliver gold curls, Laughter bubbles from blue-red lips … Continue reading *Don’t go too far*
Alicia Jones Poetry 