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
philosophy
The Memories of Words
When you are in that moment it surrounds you with a clear brilliance, A clarity that’s so enriched with detail you could never remember it perfectly, But it’s so bright that you don’t believe that you could ever forget it. In that moment you can believe that you’re immortal, that it’s infinite- Your brain can’t … Continue reading The Memories of Words
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.
My Cage
Trapped in a cage, with only a window, but even that is cruel You can see your dream outside, you can almost touch it- But you can't. You saw them building the walls around you, but you couldn't move in time, You wanted to run. You saw others do it, but you didn't have the … Continue reading My Cage
Alicia Jones Poetry 