Poetry

If I Could Bottle My Sadness by Jayda Marí

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

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Together by Aimee Barry

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

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Absent Thoughts by Ritvick Sharma

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

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Shopping Centre by Rebecca Samura

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

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I’m scared when I’m not in love by Sophia Georghiou

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

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Trees for small gardens by Darcy Isla

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

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‘Black and British’? by Dayna Francis | 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

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Siren by Serena Piccoli

to Alexandra They started whirling the rumour I was a MonsterHad been swimming around me till I drank it As it washed away the sea flowers in meI became the Monster Couldn’t lie on the rock among the othersNor in the silvery foam Anticipation drowned:You wouldn’t get to me, trapped in the continuous storms of… Continue reading Siren by Serena Piccoli