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

Aware That I Might Sound Egotistical

Stomach boils like a kettle filled with acid but it won't stop me this time; I'll find it and grab it and hold it close until it won't run anymore.


Taking each step at a time so cautiously.


My insides burn as I drag myself along the trail, though my footing is becoming more and more haphazard and the pain is beginning to blind me...


I saw it through the trees to the left of me.


It radiated its own light, and I felt I was gazing upon that of ages long, long ago... And I learned as I drew closer I was right, yet wrong.


My stomach. It fell still.


It spread its silken feathers and drew its wings down to take off, and in this moment was everything, youth, age, wisdom, naivety, knowledge, ignorance, sound, light, forwards, backwards.


I was he and he myself, yet I knew I was understanding by the way he looked at me with my own eyes.


I couldn't breathe.


I took a step. It took forever. It took to the sky like a feather, caught in a gust of wind, commanded by the turbulence of my actions, and disappeared into the amber of the setting sun...


Beauty for just a moment. Just one moment.

By
Looshkin

I Missed It

I was watching,

But nothing happened.

I was listening,

But no sound was made.

I was feeling,

But nothing moved.

Yet when I drifted...

I missed it.

By Ben Jones

Blow Yourself To Pieces In Three Easy Steps

Reflections in the window show only an opaque of life as the colours distort and the blue of the sun tints the world melancholy.

All these ants run around,

Chasing their broken dreams and patio dining sets,

While time ponders the meaning of it all...

Spoil yourself.

Buy your MP3 player that holds 27,000 songs, your palm top computer that can even connect via satellite in the Congo, your £1500 sofa set with matching throws and curtains.

It'll distract you for a moment,

But one day you'll remember that you're nothing special.

And then you'll realise you wasted 90% of your life collecting useless shite you don't need.

And worked 90% of your life to buy it.

And only then will you open yourself to the true beauty of disorder,

A crammed apartment of other people's dreams will be your eulogy.



By Ben Jones

Another One Of Those Days...

Truly beautiful it was,

Like stars in the night sky.

We danced a dance like none had ever seen,

Lit up by the Northern Lights.

People stopped, stared, wondered,

As the dance grew more divine,

And we lost ourselves in each other's eyes.

As black gave way to purple gave way to blue,

The phosphorous glow grew dim,

And the dance lost it's ethereality.

But does that mean the glow is no longer there?

No, just waiting for the right time to shine.

Though there are others,

Brighter, more vivid stars,

They burn not one iota of what I do,

For her. For us.

But like Moths to a candle,

Everybody needs to get burnt.

In the encroaching dawn,

We realised everything.

But only too late.

We danced,

A beautiful dance.

By Ben Jones

A Short Piece On Other People

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*silence...*

(yeah, I wish)



by
Looshkin