Aching for the your scent; vanilla after rain, Searching for your warmth in an empty bed again But I’m cold now Clutching at pillows trying to pretend that it's you – it isn’t though Bathing alone feels strange now and it’s quiet too To tell the truth I just really miss you.
Author: anotherboringbritishgirl
‘Write about happy things, about moments like this.’
Moments like this? Pressing our smiles together in the warmth- Or searching for nirvana under the sheets, Sweeping me up and running away in peals of laughter, Listening to the same song as we dance down the street, Or watching ‘our’ show curled up against you- Falling asleep in your arms to the sound of … Continue reading ‘Write about happy things, about moments like this.’
Alone But Not Lonely
I’m alone but not lonely, Drifting between days and dreams, In which I’m being haunted by a feeling- a darkness Seeping into the cracks of my life, Ominous tendrils dripping doubt onto my brain. Why do I feel so uneasy? Nauseous and nervous but I’m calm, this is collected I’m confused. When I’m there we’re … Continue reading Alone But Not Lonely
Memories Fall like Dominos
Black and white, lining up along the curvature of my brain, Photographs in grey and blue fluttering between breaths- Opening up the door to recollection, just to peek at one present, Nostalgia settling on my tongue… he tastes like vanilla and rain and skin. Settling on my hands and between our fingers- warm like shared … Continue reading Memories Fall like Dominos
Thoughts On The Rain
God is in the rain. Not in the ethereal religious connotation of the phrase, but the feeling of it is accurate enough. I always feel my most spiritual when after a long dry spout we have a day of pouring, hair-soaking, shoe-ruining rain. I sit by the radiator underneath my bay windows, open them and … Continue reading Thoughts On The Rain
An Astronaut Lost In Space-Constellations
Constellations are dripping off my fingertips like pulsating raindrops hanging off the edge of the world- When I close my eyes I’m floating on a salty ocean towards a horizon bursting with colours, The hues of honeyed pink glowing in the water and on my warmed skin- Smiling into the Machiavellian arms of denial, But … Continue reading An Astronaut Lost In Space-Constellations
The Space Between Optimism and Cynicism
Waking up with shards of sun and light in their happy eyes, Souls that go to sleep and get sweet rest at night – Colours shimmering in a sickening brightness Finding slivers of silver linings in darkness Smiling at strangers and soppy romance Sycophantic flattery – making plans Happiness Falling into bitter, But never getting … Continue reading The Space Between Optimism and Cynicism
World -Weary
The pain in my neck is just about equal to that of my chest; Dull but devastating. Never knowing if I’m numb and feeling nothing, or if I’m drowning in feeling everything- Wave after wave editing me out of existence, Nothing that loves can be infinite. One hit of cynicism and I’m wasted – mouth … Continue reading World -Weary
Silent Energy
The spaces between speeches speak the loudest- the absence of eloquence says the mostest, Long pauses on long days - are like mid-summer rains; lets get drenched in this Turn on that muted switch. Living for the empty spaces where our silent energies collide - Wavelengths of silence and unspoken words, Between the dullest of commas … Continue reading Silent Energy
Everest Isn’t So Big
Climb the paper mountain one word at a time, Just write a goddam poem stop obsessing over rhymes. Stop and watch a sunset- The view from here tastes great. Stop diving into shark-infested oceans, and first learn how to swim Before you can finish that, you have to learn how to begin. Put down the … Continue reading Everest Isn’t So Big
Alicia Jones Poetry 