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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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
‘Lonely People Are Always Up In The Middle Of the Night’
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’
Green Stars
Staring at the green stars curl around our gold fingertips, Sat on the floor, like children, between the pillow fort – and infinity Tracing the outlines of dragons made of blue smoke that waft over the sky Above us Then we’re in a rain forest, in the flickering candlelight under a waterfall made from silk … Continue reading Green Stars
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
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
Cogito Ergo Sum
Drifting through space, thoughts on the wind, memories fluttering across the mind Never settling on the petals of gyri, like restless butterflies – hovering over the wrinkles of corpus-callosum grey skies Existentialism spills existence all over my brain – but the windows of solipsism confines the flood to my head Only scepticism, leaking out … Continue reading Cogito Ergo Sum
Memories Fall like Dominos
Black and white, lining up along the curvature of my brain, Photographs in grey and blue fluttering between breaths- Opening up the door to recollection, just to peek at one present, Nostalgia settling on my tongue… he tastes like vanilla and rain and skin. Settling on my hands and between our fingers- warm like shared … Continue reading Memories Fall like Dominos
An Astronaut Lost In Space-Constellations
Constellations are dripping off my fingertips like pulsating raindrops hanging off the edge of the world- When I close my eyes I’m floating on a salty ocean towards a horizon bursting with colours, The hues of honeyed pink glowing in the water and on my warmed skin- Smiling into the Machiavellian arms of denial, But … Continue reading An Astronaut Lost In Space-Constellations
Alicia Jones Poetry 