Cold in hues of shivers and chills hang above the unmade bed, Invisible tendrils of bitter seeping into the heavy air. Ice sheets strewn across the grey-white fjords of unkempt. In a slit between the unopened curtains, a brittle shard of light pierces through – And dust twirling like flurries of snowflakes in storms, drift … Continue reading The Room Is Cold
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5 Minutes To Showtime
It was fun whilst it lasted, but I get bored quick. Flipping my hair and pretending to care is my best party trick. The stars in their eyes, all dazzled by lights – They all dribble when I start to bite. I know that look – oh baby you’re hooked, I can tell. I’ve got … Continue reading 5 Minutes To Showtime
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
Meloncholy
We sit in grey suits across from one another; stiff and straight like toy soldiers. ‘The weather is nice’ A small yellow-green netted globe sits between us- we’re a world apart Breaking the tension I bring out the knife and slice up the sun, 10 minutes later and we’re spitting out the hard honey seeds … Continue reading Meloncholy
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
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
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
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 