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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A Fictional Letter Of Unrequited Love.
My dear, how do I tell you I love you so that it rings truer than any other triplet of words you’ve heard? So that the sincerity, the profundity, of my honest convictions can permeate into the depths of your well-kept soul. This conundrum would deprive me of countless nights of summer night’s sleep during … Continue reading A Fictional Letter Of Unrequited Love.
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
The Space Between Optimism and Cynicism
Waking up with shards of sun and light in their happy eyes, Souls that go to sleep and get sweet rest at night – Colours shimmering in a sickening brightness Finding slivers of silver linings in darkness Smiling at strangers and soppy romance Sycophantic flattery – making plans Happiness Falling into bitter, But never getting … Continue reading The Space Between Optimism and Cynicism
Why I Can’t Believe In God
If I accept that there’s a heaven, then death would be too appealing. If He is all forgiving then why is there a hell? How could an all loving being let war, killing, famine, or pain exist? How could He let innocents die and killers live? Why has He not spoken to me? Even when … Continue reading Why I Can’t Believe In God
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
Alicia Jones Poetry 