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 Room Is Cold
Cold in hues of shivers and chills hang above the unmade bed, Invisible tendrils of bitter seeping into the heavy air. Ice sheets strewn across the grey-white fjords of unkempt. In a slit between the unopened curtains, a brittle shard of light pierces through – And dust twirling like flurries of snowflakes in storms, drift … Continue reading The Room Is Cold
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
Shakespeare’s Fool
A literary hamartia, a bumbling idiot. So many riddles. Why so cryptic? Maybe if you had just said – What you fucking meant, So many of our conversations wouldn’t be dead. Stop hiding what you mean, Under pretence and self-esteem; Tear off the bravado darling, I never found your swagger charming. Sociopathy is sexy but … Continue reading Shakespeare’s Fool
Diamond In The Rough
Clean cut crystals, sparkling under night lights- 28 carats of shimmering gold, And I’m blinded by all their twinkling refractions- The brilliance of it is getting caught in my eyes, My tears are dull compared to that clarity, Perfect prisms of stolen starlight. But now I’m getting closer, Starting to inspect the dream- Finding broken … Continue reading Diamond In The Rough
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
Sitting In Coffee Shops
Listening to Henson, and re-reading Ibsen, Scalding lattes, burnt mouth- cold nights, numb fingers A table for one, one paper cup, one chair Tired eyes – silent phones Dusty shoes and wrinkled clothes Italian coffee – English weather Just another day.
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
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
Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust
Walking through wildflowers in spring, My throat red-raw from screaming your name. Walking in the footsteps of ghosts, Running my fingers across the bark that you touched. Echoes of us still swirl around in the wind, Or at least in skies in my mind. For each twig snapping, leaf moving, I turn around expecting you … Continue reading Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dust
Alicia Jones Poetry 