Out past the blinking lights of electric existence, far beyond the polluted horizons- A single cry echoes across the clamouring earth. From the dirtied, used, ruined bellies of haggard mistakes falls an angel. Never has anything purer graced the soil upon which that miracle lays- For this glorious moment, all of human filth, destruction, hatred, … Continue reading Children Of Men
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A Fictional Letter Of Unrequited Love.
My dear, how do I tell you I love you so that it rings truer than any other triplet of words you’ve heard? So that the sincerity, the profundity, of my honest convictions can permeate into the depths of your well-kept soul. This conundrum would deprive me of countless nights of summer night’s sleep during … Continue reading A Fictional Letter Of Unrequited Love.
Tired
Sat down at a creaking desk, With a broken pen and rusty hands, I write this down; The draft from the window gives my skin a texture, My coffee is cold. It’s raining outside again - I’m yawning once more Huddled in a borrowed jumper, I’ve almost found the right words – But not … Continue reading Tired
An Existence In Art – Chaos Theory
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
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
Alicia Jones Poetry 