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
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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
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.
Empty
Dark brown eyes open for the first time and wrinkled hands clutch her small body closely, weathered lips make empty promises. Small hands are desperately reaching out into the unknown, grappling at cold air because he left. No letters made of ink graced any page, no echoed voices rang through any phones, no old hands … Continue reading Empty
The Memories of Words
When you are in that moment it surrounds you with a clear brilliance, A clarity that’s so enriched with detail you could never remember it perfectly, But it’s so bright that you don’t believe that you could ever forget it. In that moment you can believe that you’re immortal, that it’s infinite- Your brain can’t … Continue reading The Memories of Words
Black and White and Grey.
I live my life in black and white and grey. I wake up drowning in grey skies, then I’m pushed through the current of ashen people under a grey city towards a bleak-grey day. I type the same black words on white paper till I forget what I meant, until I lose myself in monochrome. … Continue reading Black and White and Grey.
Continuation of story part two
Chapter four The week my father was home passed so quickly I thought I had only imagined that he had been here. My Grandmother had been preoccupied with writing letters and organising my entry into polite society – although a little late for my age (19) she still felt it was necessary and proper, but … Continue reading Continuation of story part two
Alicia Jones Poetry 