I’m in space.

My only confidante is Pluto,

and the books say he’s no longer special.


I’m a bit Goofy when it comes to words.

I don’t know how to say

your smile is a lightning storm

that hits and charges through me.

Or that your mind is a supernova

that burns too bright for anyone else.


So I don’t.


I watch everyone else find their Daisy

and stand in an open field,

absorbing each lightning strike.


I smile and it’s as bright as empty space.


© Alicia Beavis




I want to play football*

with the moon

(and beat everybody that’s hurt you).

I’ll score in the last minute and say,

“We won the championship, for you.”

I’ll celebrate with Stars

and drink the sun – getting high off the heat –

in each caress.

You are my [k]night

wielding shield and sword (built from

poems and smiles).

And I am the hour that waits

for you to rise,

to ride

into battles [h]ours can heal.


© Alicia Beavis

Liebster Award


So…until earlier today, I had no idea of what this is or even heard of it before but it did make me smile! I must say thank you to Poetry Perfected for nominating me for this!


If you have been nominated for The Liebster Award, write a blog post about the Liebster award in which you:
1. thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog.
2. display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget”. (Note that the best way to do this is to save the image to your own computer and then upload it to your blog post.)
3. answer 11 questions about yourself, which will be provided to you by the person who nominated you.
4. provide 11 random facts about yourself.
5. nominate 5 – 11 blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have a less than 1000 followers. (Note that you can always ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display a widget that lets the readers know this information!)
6. create a new list of questions for the blogger to answer.
7. list these rules in your post. (You can copy and paste them from here.)
Once you have written your post, and published it, you then have to:
8. Inform the people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster award and provide a link for them to your post so that they can learn about it (they might not have ever heard of it!)

1. Is writing poetry your favourite hobby? If not, what is? Yes! Yes it is!

2. What is your honest opinion of awards such as these? Do you see the value in them? I’ve never heard of them before but they seem quite lovely to give out.

3. Who is your favourite poet – or do you have one? Probably Sylvia Plath, Philip Larkins or Martin Figura.

4. What is the hardest thing about blogging, in your opinion? Doing it and continuing to do it!

5. Tell me whether or not you enjoy reading personal stories (true ones) of others. If so, what kind of stories do you like to read? If not, what kind of stories do you like to read? Mysteries? Thrillers? Funny ones? I’ll give anything a go as long as it’s interesting and written well. I don’t do horrors though!

5 random facts since there were 5 questions:

1. I’m from the South of England and I’m trying to acclimatise to the warmth up in the north!

2. I’ve been writing since I was 13.

3. I’m a huge fan of soul, real soul, music!

4. I’m a comic book fan! 🙂

5. I love travelling.


Fleeting Pixel over at FleetingPixel

Alicia Young over at Aayoung

Iridescent Fox over at IridescentFox

Maryum Khalid over at Maryum’sInnerArt

Peaceful Blessed Star over at PeacefulBlessedStar


1) How did you get into writing?

2) Why do you write in the form you do?

3) What does creativity/expression mean to you?

4) What inspires you the most?

5) What do you like to read?


Rain hits the window pane

and I imagine it’s you,

standing with a handful of thoughts

and a mind full of rocks.


I hear them,

ricocheting like bullets

off the window and into my dreams.

Sleep has never come easy

since you.


I prayed for a storm

to drown you out,

even though I know

my ears are only attuned

to your frequency

and I’m frequently tuning in.


I go out,

stand in puddles others would dance in.

But I’ve two left feet

and the weight of thoughts

bringing me down.


I saw a rainbow just now

and wondered if today

would be different.


© Alicia Beavis


The candle doesn’t gulp,
it swallows these words
and leaves the room grey.

I come face to face
with Lady Lazarus
and scream,
running from the sour
breath that suffocates me.

I see my own Nick
picking blackberries
and swallowing them
by the handful.
The candle spits rays of yellow
and Lady Lazarus disappears.


© Alicia Beavis


I’ll build myself a grenade with words

and shove it so far down your throat

You’ll implode – like a supernova

but not quite so beautiful,

not quite so natural.


You can be a soldier of Satan if you like.

It’d suit you, but then again, maybe I’m being too nice.


You can die in a war I’ve built solely for you.

And console yourself with false belief in self –

even though nobody else could possibly believe in you.


I’ll hang, draw and quarter you

but maybe not in that order.

That’d be too predictable for the likes of us.


© Alicia Beavis

Lights Out

Hieroglyphs glow red in my flesh,
a warning sign, danger up ahead.

I let you read for a while
before I become self conscience,
too laid bare and ugly for the likes of you.


I tried to wipe them off
but the permanent marker of a blade
never disappeared.
And no amount of soap
seemed to make me clean.

When I was a child,
my mother would get angry at me for getting dirty.
This time she held my hand
and forced me to remember nightmares
I convinced myself weren’t real.
It’s funny that, I could never watch horror movies,
they always felt too real.
I used to think she pitied me – this kind of stain
doesn’t go away,
no matter how many times she tried to bleach it clean
with new memories.
And she knew it wasn’t my fault.

she leaves me be.

Amber. Green.

If you ask nicely,
I may let you read a little.
Perhaps I may sing a song and dance for you too.
Nothing interests humanity like pain.

I’m not scared of much anymore,
only you.


We’re not at a ‘junction’ like you may have expected.
The bridge is rising. The barrier is up.
What to do?
Red. Amber. Green.
Go. Stop. Go?

The lights went out.

Now neither of us can move
and only one of us might risk it.

Shall we play a game of ‘chicken’?
I’ve nothing left to lose.

Who shall do the countdown?
then I can obliterate us both
before you even realise it.

© Alicia Beavis