An Evening In...

Slipping

quietly

between the sheets,

I find company in my solitude,
and understanding where before there was only pity.

Now I realise this is real and this has substance yet the sentences in my head remain in my head, and time

ticks

slowly

by.

I'm not gonna let it slip past me again, but I can't seem to force the syllables still glued to the inside of my skull, and I rot from the inside out watching it all unfold before my very eye.

I still can't find the words to stop this slipping like sand dunes.

I was always told perfection lasts a moment, but it's five days and counting and I couldn't wish for a better view.

By Ben Jones

He Made Me Dance

Commanding the machine like it was a puppet, before me he laid out the land I had all but envisioned and prophesised. Beyond me, he pulled on beats like they were the strings that tied the universe together, and the whole world made sense again. Beats that pulled my own strings, making me move like an epileptic in the throes of a Grande Mal... I loved every second, and in each of those seconds came the meaning of life; a second later, it meant nothing. Pull machinist, pull my strings and make me realise myself...


By Ben Jones

A Tree.

A tree.

Clean slate now. All is new.

A tree, alone in its field.

No more boundaries or inhibitions. Just a willing acceptance of the inevitable.

A tree, alone in its field, singing.

No more right or wrong. No more fear of uncertainty.

A tree, alone in its field, singing sorrow from its leaves.

I Can't See Straight

Words come out of my mouth like scrambled eggs, and my thoughts make no sense to me.

I read my future and it bored me, so I burnt the bridge and forced it down like a bitter pill, only for it to rise like a hot air balloon and now it's inside me.

I can't feel my face.

A cold sweat comes over me like a shower, tomorrow recedes like a broken wave on the shore, and I'm left surrounded by my insecurities.

Please allow me room to breathe, or I'll run like I always do, and the sunset provides shelter like no other...

Dead weight holds me against the wall, but I'll cling to it like it's the oly thing I know. I know it's futile, but I broke my back straining against it.

I wanted only to smile at you.

By Ben Jones

Journey To There

The skies are on fire and you're here,
yet it's freezing and I've never been so alone.

I dipped my hand into the waters,
just to see how warm it is,
but my reflection told me to walk away.

I wish I'd never listened,
but I couldn't take my eyes from his,
and his spell permeated every part of my being.

I walked for days...


Through field and meadow...


Over ford and stream and crook...


Until I found myself,
perched on a rock,
watching the sunset bleed into the sea.

In the glare of the dying day,
he turned to me and said;

'The skies are on fire and you're here,
yet it's freezing and I've never been so alone.'

By Ben Jones