Watching the world turn through a series of paint-marker windows, Of barely square houses, not homes, Drawn poorly and hung on the fridges of week-to-week mothers, With cashed checks strewn on the street, and fathers, all fucking deadbeat, Why do they always pack up and leave? Moments, passing in front of me. Houses all full … Continue reading Summer Day Sadnesses
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Children Of Men
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
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
Pray For Rain
I think perhaps I may have prayed too hard for rain; The white clouds have been bruised, beaten purple with my insistent demands Water squeezed, stolen from the pores of the empty skies Terrified fling themselves to the Earth - No, it is not water that falls, but tears Tears falling down from her heavenly … Continue reading Pray For Rain
The Park Before Dawn
Dancing under streetlights and between cigarette smoke, Following the tendrils out of your mouth, tracing your warm lips with my cold fingertips- Listening to blurry music – sharing faded songs Shivering under the stars but holding on to each other and feeling warm. Sharing breaths, passing the stardust between our blue parted lips, Teaching you … Continue reading The Park Before Dawn
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.
Rush Hour Crush
Grey, bleak, skipping past tired faces, sweaty lips, creased brows White knuckles clutching yellow poles, chewed nails with broken paint fiddle with split ends Empty eyes stare desperately into phone screens, typing but never pressing send; there’s no signal down here We’re being pushed through time and space in the dark, under a million people’s … Continue reading Rush Hour Crush
Alicia Jones Poetry 