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
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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
Why I Can’t Believe In God
If I accept that there’s a heaven, then death would be too appealing. If He is all forgiving then why is there a hell? How could an all loving being let war, killing, famine, or pain exist? How could He let innocents die and killers live? Why has He not spoken to me? Even when … Continue reading Why I Can’t Believe In God
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
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
Body-Image
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
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
“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 