Staring out up into the abundance of stars and making wishes between my visible breaths, Watching how my whispered words fogged up the window- Then disappear like thoughts, My hands are empty, and the fingertips are cold, Pressing them gently against my skin- sending shivers like ripples over a calmed sea. My favourite book lies … Continue reading ‘Lonely People Are Always Up In The Middle Of the Night’
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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
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
~waves~
Rippling sun-warmed waves to dip our feet into, Letting the ocean coax us in a toe at a time. Throwing playful splashes between bubbles of laughter, We kit up for the journey ahead. Beyond our rippling fingertips lay everything in shades of blue-green crystal. A window into another world, Except through this mirror’s surface we … Continue reading ~waves~
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
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
Human Endurance
Pushing through the dirt, hands covered in blood, bones broken, you stood up and walked across that field of bodies and carried on, through the tall grass in the amber light back home. Emerging through the rubble, watching everything you knew destroyed, seeing everyone gone, you cry then you rebuild your city. Shackled to a … Continue reading Human Endurance
“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”.
Alicia Jones Poetry 