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
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
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
Alicia Jones Poetry 