Cold in hues of shivers and chills hang above the unmade bed, Invisible tendrils of bitter seeping into the heavy air. Ice sheets strewn across the grey-white fjords of unkempt. In a slit between the unopened curtains, a brittle shard of light pierces through – And dust twirling like flurries of snowflakes in storms, drift … Continue reading The Room Is Cold
Author: anotherboringbritishgirl
The Price of All of This
Little girls in rose and pearl, lining up to throw themselves at paper feet- Pretty pink ropes around their necks, picking at food, and dropping like flies. Little boys in green and blue, line up, told to throw themselves at little girls, Black chains around their feet, clambering for affection – taught to take love, … Continue reading The Price of All of This
5 Minutes To Showtime
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
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
Alicia Jones Poetry 