I can’t seem to finish anything these days, The washing, Plans or parties, Drinks, That new show, That old film, Or this poem
Author: anotherboringbritishgirl
Call Me
Human existence passing between two cracked screens, Miles apart but to them only a few seconds it seems- Two ears pressed eagerly to speakers awaiting replies- The window to the soul is no longer their eyes But the voice, and for that they are both surprised. Ten minutes fade into two hours, Like sun drenched … Continue reading Call Me
Made Up Worlds and Eyeless Birds
Our world was dipped in warmth; the evenings were painted in hues of honey, and the days were drenched in fiery reds. Sand flew around us like golden rain when we ran and we were always laughing. We used to watch the stars peeking at us through the amber haze hanging above. Our little planet … Continue reading Made Up Worlds and Eyeless Birds
Summer Storms
Watching the clouds bruise in the corner of my eye, As I focus on reading the worn out, tea-stained pages of Süskind again, The winds is picking up and dancing through the window, It plays with my damp curled hair But I’m lost in another world far from here- Fat droplets of rain jump … Continue reading Summer Storms
24 Hour Shopping
In the orange streetlight I can barely see the stars in the sky, My phone gives a final buzz then dies, Typical. Hoody on and taking a deep breath I get out, lock the doors and walk- Grabbing a trolley I push through the glass doors as the wheels squeak like nails on chalk. I … Continue reading 24 Hour Shopping
Dust
Like just another speck of dust dancing in the Light, I’m afraid of falling into obscurity, Of being swept up and lost in the detritus of life. For the moment the radiance and promise of brilliance keeps me afloat, But I can see the millions of particles around me: there’s not enough room in the … Continue reading Dust
Meloncholy
We sit in grey suits across from one another; stiff and straight like toy soldiers. ‘The weather is nice’ A small yellow-green netted globe sits between us- we’re a world apart Breaking the tension I bring out the knife and slice up the sun, 10 minutes later and we’re spitting out the hard honey seeds … Continue reading Meloncholy
Post 4am Panic Attack
I feel sad but I don’t know what to cry about, My head is killing me and my bones ache, but all I’ve done is sit still, Every nerve is screaming exhaustion but I got 13 hours of sleep, I have never felt so alone, but I have 5 unread messages still on my phone. … Continue reading Post 4am Panic Attack
A Sky Full of Stars
A sky full of stars, and her, knee-deep in an ocean of herself. Stripped naked to the world, bare and ready for inspection. As their filthy eyes seek out every inch of private moments, every second of every breath, waiting to reveal her imperfections, she stands still. Although her body is uncovered she still feels … Continue reading A Sky Full of Stars
A Love In Cigarettes
Black smoky tendrils curls around my flushed-pink lips as we drink french-pressed coffee to the rhythm of your vinyls, Tobacco and disappointment stick to my fingers as I send you desperate texts in the rain between wet hair and grey skies, Stubs of charcoal soot leave trails of long conversations and late nights with you … Continue reading A Love In Cigarettes
Alicia Jones Poetry 