My soul is burning a million colours in a city of grey. Every train ride through the skyscrapers reminds me of how much is out there that I am not seeing, not feeling. I want it, so badly I physically ache. It pulls against me towards a horizon somewhere I can’t see. It makes me so … Continue reading The Clichéd Dream
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This Is Depressing
Weeks flashing by me like orange street lights, out of a car window as it speeds down the motorway in the dark, Days spent alone blurring into each other, the brittle conversations left on the cliffs of ‘ok’ fading away- into the air Shifting patterns of consciousness draw out the night and shorten the days, waking … Continue reading This Is Depressing
Body-Image
Looking into the mirror, a stranger’s shadow clouds my view- Lumpy clouds fog up the glass as I trace the ridges on my skin, Pinpricks of rose buds stem from my back, a constellation of imperfections. I would rather close my eyes than look back, So I pull on a sweater and cover up as … Continue reading Body-Image
What It Is To Be Free
Freedom. An expanse of blue sea and bluer sky in all directions, the only destination is the horizon in front of me. Where the dripping honey sun is beckoning me to chase her. Feeling the power of something bigger than myself at my command, pushing us, thrusting me forward into every new second. Towards an … Continue reading What It Is To Be Free
“Quit psychology and become a writer”.
I chose my path for safety not for passion, because the abstraction of mediocrity was less scary then jumping off the ledge, aiming for the sea but landing on black rocks of hamartia. I’m in the arms of someone who loves me, and I’m not sad, but I’m not happy either. I’m looking over their … Continue reading “Quit psychology and become a writer”.
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
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
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.
Alicia Jones Poetry 