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
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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
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
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
I Need Some Space
We’re all just stardust in a black-hole sky, And you let me fall out of orbit tonight- Until all but one particle of sand remained, Talking about how our dusty, starry world was strange. You and I are just another block of atoms that will never touch, Emitting wave-lengths of all of me wasn’t enough. … Continue reading I Need Some Space
Streetlights – an experimental short story
Walking home in the dark though a quiet city of amber streetlights. My hood’s up and it’s just cold enough that this jumper isn’t thick enough. I’d stumbled out of that doorway in a hurry, eager to stand in the street and breathe in the cool sooty air I remembered. I haven’t planned on leaving … Continue reading Streetlights – an experimental short story
Grey is my favourite colour
In between the dark grey and white lines of books lie the brightest of worlds, When the clouds are ashen and blue they hold the most violent storms, From here everything in space shines silver. Concrete towers holding human existence loom over, And lovers hiding in grey-black shadows Bars pulsing with music and smoke … Continue reading Grey is my favourite colour
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
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
Alicia Jones Poetry 