Poetry

I Will Write a Happy Poem by Riley Smith

I have determined to write a happy poem, Because you make me happy. It’s harder than I thought. The inside of my head is not as pretty As you, even though I have Changed the furniture to coordinate With your earth-made tones. The room locks the doors, Closes windows, Looks in mirrors to find you,… Continue reading I Will Write a Happy Poem by Riley Smith

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Poetry

Man Against Nature by Demi-May Sharpe

Here they come  In the millions  Marching strong  Axe in hand  A blood thirsty look  A desire to kill  A smile on face  No regret in mind  We run  We hide  We pray  We cry  Here comes man With their axe held high  We hide our young  Protect with our lives  We hold them close… Continue reading Man Against Nature by Demi-May Sharpe

Poetry

back seat blues by Beth Phillips

the pavement is decorated in past lovers, girls like me with black-hole hand-me-downs, with a plan far too fragile to last the night.   and you taste like planes to greece, like the tension between our teeth, like that midnight goodbye before you take shelter on the floor, that penny carpet where my money once… Continue reading back seat blues by Beth Phillips

Poetry

Just Words by Sarah Williams

He is drowning in a sea of words. A language that will never belong to him: hypothesis, photosynthesis, thesis - conform. The teacher’s monotonous monotone voice drones on as wave upon wave of words pummel towards him. He catches the odd one or two, but most pass by as he slowly drifts further out to… Continue reading Just Words by Sarah Williams

Poetry

Camouflage by Bharti Bansal

Sometimes my face reeks of the disappointments As if someone will look at me And tell in an instant that I have wanted to die in the past As if someone will pass by me And the sweat of my body will tell him about how I coughed when I put my mother's stole around… Continue reading Camouflage by Bharti Bansal

Poetry

Pastel Skies by Ben Robinson

I’m sad for what we could’ve been, I’m sad for what we could’ve had, I’m sad for the world we could’ve made, And isn’t it scary, How I know my way round your body, I know your pains, your truths, your lies, I know about all your pastel skies, Yet I know about your goodbyes.… Continue reading Pastel Skies by Ben Robinson

Poetry

My Pocket Crumbs by Jack Stacey

I hoped my first time drinking I’d still taste Cherryade.   At 14, I had a beer, something from a dark bottle - tasted an early sip of hell.   At 16, I had a sip of vodka and coke, got it down me like it was mother curing my ailments with Cowpol.   I… Continue reading My Pocket Crumbs by Jack Stacey