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
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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
Over 50 posts
Writing isn’t just the cathartic release I get from spilling my thoughts onto a blank page, It isn’t just enjoying watching people read my feelings and connect, Being able to show my poems on an international stage, or as an artist gaining respect Don’t get me wrong those things are great, But for me it’s … Continue reading Over 50 posts
Some Context Please
If I am born at the same time as someone else, do our hearts beat together? How many people are crying right now? If everyone jumped, would I feel it? How can I live in a city of seven million people and still feel lonely? How do dreams work; my eyes are closed but I … Continue reading Some Context Please
Will You Still Love Me
Your bright eyes indulge me as they run across my face, I can see the rose tinted smile cross your young lips as you regard perfection. You love my supple clear skin, and my long dark lashes, Your hands clutch my tiny waist as your fingers explore a horizon of smooth skin, My toned calves … Continue reading Will You Still Love Me
The Clichéd Dream
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
“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”.
Concert
World falling out of each other, Us tumbling, and flying through lyrics on hot air, Everything is brighter than life, better than dawn, bigger than the sky, deeper than space and we are at the epicentre of everything Skies rolling, vision blurring – Crowds cheering, For us! Hearts pounding and lungs grabbing air up from … Continue reading Concert
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
Alicia Jones Poetry 