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
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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?
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.
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.
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The wind blows hard against my cold lips, cracking them, splitting them open. I keep running, my legs pounding against the earth, pushing against the mud. My heart is racing. My chest heaving. I can hardly breathe; my dress is too heavy, my corset too tight. Bone against bone as I struggle to inhale. I … Continue reading Untitled
*Don’t go too far*
Don’t stray too far White tears drop onto rose-white faces, into black lashes and as they melt they slide into tender blue eyes. White fur is wrapped around soft warm hands, around little fingers, and clasps around slender white wrists. White stars fly, play, and chase between sliver gold curls, Laughter bubbles from blue-red lips … Continue reading *Don’t go too far*
Depression
His blistering, infectious fingers are wrapped so tightly around my veins they push clear salty blood out of my pores and through my eyes. It spills down my puffy cheeks, and I brush past you so I can hide somewhere alone, His tendrils reach out from inside me, forcing through bone and muscle. I hardly … Continue reading Depression
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
Jump
Breathe. Look. Peer, Breathe again. Step- Closer to the edge. Close your eyes: Shuffle forward... Do not look down, Take a peek, No. Breathe. Calm. Remember why, Step forward again Now jump-
Alicia Jones Poetry 