Sophie Moore Jones

Sophie Moore Jones May 2013

Can somebody tell me why I can't tread water
Even though I live in the sea.
And could you not mention that guy with one leg
Who swims a lot faster than me.

While others are floating and carrying waves
I am still far from the shore.
So I stop, and I breathe in the salt water,
And I lay on the kind ocean floor.

Sophie Moore Jones Apr 2013

A Heavy Silence

Running
As far as you can
But only to the bottom of the street
Where they can still see
And that is where they want to keep you

Sitting
No time for playing
There are things that you really need to know
So keep yourself smart
These things are all very important

Sleeping
Even when you talk
Letting words form at the roof of your mouth
And roll down your tongue
To curl up in their smiling pockets

Falling
Just brush yourself off
These things happen to everyone your age
Get up on your own
And don't blame the people walking by

Bleeding
You can't see a cut
You think you got it when you were falling
No one saw you fall
You still have that pain in your stomach

Landing
No more bleeding now
Trying to settle on top of the ice
But you fall straight through
And you learn to breathe underwater

Floating
Your eyes are open
The sea bed lets you in on a secret
You don't have to eat
You start to crave the ice less and less

Sinking
Things change quickly now
You don't even try to swim any more
Even though you shout
They can't see the water like you can

Nothing
You were so perfect
They just can't see how this happened to you
Boys don't get depressed
Or put weights inside pocket linings.

Society has labelled certain mental disorders to be only something that young women suffer with, especially (from what I have seen) eating disorders. I have tried to portray the experience of depression alongside an eating disorder within this poem from the point of view of a male who would be possibly to embarrassed to ask for help, as society has created many negative connotations towards mental disorders, or - because of the somehow gendered stigma surrounding certain eating disorders - wasn't believed when asking for help.

Sophie Moore Jones Feb 2013

The Company Of Stars

I have spent my nights
in perfect darkness
Without the company
of scattered constellations

As the night denies
a stars decay
And hangs their form
for millennia out lived

And I refuse to look up
with indescribable loneliness
To be mocked by the
a black expanse of grief

To stare up at preserved
archaic corpses
To wish upon the empty shell
of a star.

Sophie Moore Jones Jan 2013

The Opulence of Spider's Webs

The opulence of spider's webs.
Succumbed to the seduction of frost
following a winter's kiss.
The deliberate movements of creatures we **** with large books
And capture in glass and rolled up paper.
So ignored and
unwanted and
unwilling
to become silently encrusted
and suddenly abundant
Yet still treasured and precious and rare.
Only because of the winter we often find
so cold and
so dark and

so

infinite.

Without the chilled infinity
And our own winters
And our own darkness
We would **** our own creatures
with large books
And capture them in glass and rolled up paper.

We would not appreciate or
speculate or
come to love the things we loathed
or notice the opulence
of
spider's
webs.

Sophie Moore Jones Nov 2012

Eternity

I don't just want tomorrow
And I don't want a couple hours away
I don't want years that fly by
Or days that don't
Or seconds that won't

I want the smell of second hand smoke
and coffee
to swim amongst sun lit mornings

I want to taste the evening on your lips
And lay
Skin to skin
Until midnight passes with each exhale

Towards the tide and away from the unwillingness of a winters dawn
Rolling amongst the purring mist of late nights
and early mornings

To sleep atop the tongue of spring
and give in into the scent
of summers seduction

You are tomorrow
And you are a couple hours away
The years that fly by
Or days that don't
Or seconds that won't
I want you
An entirety
Of your eternity.

— The End —