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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Tired
Sat down at a creaking desk, With a broken pen and rusty hands, I write this down; The draft from the window gives my skin a texture, My coffee is cold. It’s raining outside again - I’m yawning once more Huddled in a borrowed jumper, I’ve almost found the right words – But not … Continue reading Tired
Some Context Please
If I am born at the same time as someone else, do our hearts beat together? How many people are crying right now? If everyone jumped, would I feel it? How can I live in a city of seven million people and still feel lonely? How do dreams work; my eyes are closed but I … Continue reading Some Context Please
Alicia Jones Poetry 