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
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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
If Life Was A Canvas
Each pulsing eccentricity of human life, a coloured brushstroke on the canvas of existence, colours of all shade and tonality combining to reflect their own vitalities of animation. If you step closer and examine the design, the intricacies appear sporadically frantic, disorganised, clumsy, a collateral splattering of imperfections, the ghosts of indecision. However, stepping away … Continue reading If Life Was A Canvas
A metaphor for life- The Train
Standing still on the platform, the train speeds past me in a blur of indiscernible colours- My eyes sting from the rushing air but I refuse to close them; am I stubborn or brave? People mill around the station, hurrying around, talking in a buzz, I pick out odd words of broken conversations- like trying … Continue reading A metaphor for life- The Train
Broken
Will you end my pain Or drive me insane Will you hang me out to dry Not kiss me goodbye While I’m falling apart Would you crush my heart And when I lose my head Whose gonna be in your bed Was I ever on your mind Or were you just being kind Am I … Continue reading Broken
Lost In Translation
Typed words on a cracked screen passing between clammy hands, Words, feelings, emotions, don’t all make it across the gap- Lost into the abyss of air between them Some things are lost in translation. But squeals of laughter running through butterflied gardens are clear, Smiles spent in summer air against a backdrop of endless days, … Continue reading Lost In Translation
Empty
Dark brown eyes open for the first time and wrinkled hands clutch her small body closely, weathered lips make empty promises. Small hands are desperately reaching out into the unknown, grappling at cold air because he left. No letters made of ink graced any page, no echoed voices rang through any phones, no old hands … Continue reading Empty
Can you miss someone you hardly knew?
I miss what they might have been, what was not yet. I miss the smiles we never shared, the laugh I never heard, the way your eyes might have crinkled, and the colour your hair might have shone in the sun. I miss the adventures we didn’t have, the late nights we never stayed up … Continue reading Can you miss someone you hardly knew?
Goodnight.
Rolling over me like sun warmed waves on tropical beaches, an enveloping silence wraps around my brain. Protective. I dream of nothing, no thoughts, no sounds. For a while I don't even exist - removed from time and place - in my own internal restorative limbo. The indescribable feeling of being nothing consumes me and … Continue reading Goodnight.
Alicia Jones Poetry 