Words pour from me In my darkest hours A storm within me spilling Onto pages dedicated to my Deepest feelings An ocean of unshed tears Filling my lungs Waves of emotions, deep Enough to drown me Strong enough To wash away everyone and everything Around me Some days calm Soothing Healing Always unpredictable If I… Continue reading If I Could Bottle My Sadness by Jayda Marí
Yellow should be buttercups Bumblebees blended with black Maybe a certain type of fungus In the depths of the woodland Golden shores and breaking sunlight Parrots and macaws Not neon, never neon. Follow Steph's business @The_Kimono_Shop and her personal instagram @15_designs
Stumbling, past each day. Crumbling, is the world around me. Facing it, braving today, comfort in the togetherness, of the mess we’re in, a together-mess? Engulfed by a loneliness, too difficult to suppress. How long will this hell last, has the worst of it already passed? Do you think life will return to normal? Or… Continue reading Together by Aimee Barry
In an instant the tap turns on fills the heart with effervescence that pumps throughout floating limbs and digits into the realm of bubbles finds its way up the throat and out into the air in the form of a laughing shout that dashes in turn to find an ear to enter wheedling its way… Continue reading Joy by Amy Jasek
Where we were and where are we now? There's this question ticking, what to do & how? A disease was out there, Swallowing gullible lives! There was no light of hope, I got only negative vibes... The time wasn't oozing fast, Clock taught me a lot; Help was nowhere, My family held my thoughts. When… Continue reading Absent Thoughts by Ritvick Sharma
I know it scared you every time our eyes lit up.Little hands reaching for shiny plastic and colourful lights.Can we get it?It hurts you to say no.Others looked on, watching the show.Your self doubts and insecurities magnified by what you thought, they are thinking.We ask again. you say no, again.There is only so long, little… Continue reading Shopping Centre by Rebecca Samura
I’ve forgotten what to do with my body when no one is watching. I think about inviting the man on the sixth floor to share the skyline with me, but he doesn’t exist. I sit crossed legged by the window and stare out at a dormant city, a reset video game, I can’t be bothered… Continue reading I’m scared when I’m not in love by Sophia Georghiou
I name my babieseven though I cannot keep themalready they arecalling to Triassic queenspruned pink perfectionblowing kisses at my windowon the breath of springbreaking bark and splitting eartht o lea v e mm eDecaisnea fargesiiwatchpost of the patchoutlier of the gardenstands tall to cold and diseasesomewhere else nowFicus carica Babitsself fertile Figdoes not need her… Continue reading Trees for small gardens by Darcy Isla
While we don't usually publish children's writing, Luka's mum, Sally, got in touch with this poem which we thought was fantastic. Luka's poem is about what it feels like to be Black. https://videopress.com/v/j8AMnGb5?preloadContent=metadata Here and there everywhereBut I’m invisibleI’m invisibleHappy, sad; angry, madBut I’m invisibleI’m invisibleView the world, just once like meAnd then you’ll see… Continue reading Invisible by Luka (Aged 9) | Black History Month Celebration
‘Black and British’ should not be a thing,It should be you, me, him, her, them and they,But people look to your colour and country for your story,And assume they realise your inner glory. It is why some people call me the other black girl’s name,I shake my head and correct them nicely but they do… Continue reading ‘Black and British’? by Dayna Francis | Black History Month Celebration
