I watch as the stars swim in and out of existence, serenely oblivious to the screaming disarray on Earth Silently dipping, twinkling, dancing across the vacuum of infinity just above me. I bring my eyes down to the chaos beneath my warm fingertips, but even this mess has an order Everything I touch has a … Continue reading An Existence In Art – Chaos Theory
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Rain, Glitter
I could listen to a happy song, but I've got frank ocean on repeat For this melancholy I'm an addict Maybe if I indulge in this feeling I'll finally cry, I'll collect the precious tears and count them all Maybe in their reflection I'll find myself and fall- Or not. 'Rain, glitter...' Why does that … Continue reading Rain, Glitter
Lonely, Even When You Hold Me
I wonder if I'm enough, have I done something wrong? The echoes of 'beautiful' are drifting, spacing apart, dissipating, like your calls Your silences are louder than my screams for you - Clingy Needy Am I? Are you? No, were you? I love you Loved - love I'm confused my dear I need you here, … Continue reading Lonely, Even When You Hold Me
The Park Before Dawn
Dancing under streetlights and between cigarette smoke, Following the tendrils out of your mouth, tracing your warm lips with my cold fingertips- Listening to blurry music – sharing faded songs Shivering under the stars but holding on to each other and feeling warm. Sharing breaths, passing the stardust between our blue parted lips, Teaching you … Continue reading The Park Before Dawn
Roxanne
Wanting to put blade to paper and rip open something red, Tearing up a pillar of cream, watching the Crimson silk ripple across the sheets, Inhale the vanilla honey sweat salt iron- this hurt tastes so sweet Coppery like bloody dreams- nightmares Singing in screams - plump mouth gasping for nirvana, arms grappling for hell … Continue reading Roxanne
A Tender History In Rust
Left out in the rain, drops falling down, our shiny chains Shimmering against the morning sun, the sweet adventure was calling us Together We went rocky-mountain climbing and deep sea-water diving With you But now we’re just sat round the back – of your house Forgotten us Relics collecting dust – A tender history said … Continue reading A Tender History In Rust
Missing
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.
‘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
Alicia Jones Poetry 