Poetry

By Rea Montiano Maac By Rea Montiano Maac

By Heather-Lynn Sobey I Fear not that you will see the true me As well not let you see thee For whom shall believe in me Will only see the true me As your eyes only see one of me But is that truly me Will others think they know ne Have never ever met me For I am me and only me To whom to think you know me Truly doesn’t know me From secret to lies from whisper outside To whom thinks your right It may all just be lies As I fear not that you will see the true me Written by He

By Haliemarie Leitch 7:45am Her eyes burst open. “Oh no I woke up late again” she exhales. The feeling of shame rushes from her toes to her head. She thinks about her night before as she rushes to get ready. All she did was call her boyfriend. But she has woken up late. For that she is ashamed. Step Step Step, she hears her mother’s footsteps. 7:50am She rushes up the stairs with all her bags ready to start her day. She grabs a muffin and the 2 yogurts she always has for brea

By Haliemarie Leitch You’ll see it in a woman’s eyes once she’s given up What was, sparkling with sun and stars Now, sleepless and stained Long nights of conversation with only words that play a show Where the end seems to take forever You’ll hear it in a woman’s laugh once she’s given up What was, healing and childlike Now, soft and structured Drained from the sinking of her heart she cannot fake a smile Because her brain has washed into survival You’ll feel it in a woman’s

By Anita Ruthjersen Death be to the poet of love To those who chase the stars of old, To those who wander without feeling lost, To those who long for the unspoken lore, In the crevices of time and its absence, To those who read the books of life and chase it lifeless, It isn’t the absence that we chase after all, It’s the silence that falls when the walls are gone and the voices all come out to talk, with no rhyme or reason at all. Because love is what creates, destroys,

By Jayden Taing Fruitless thoughts led by lust, Longing for the approach of the naive. Knuckles of pale peach, stretching the fibres of the world. Slowly, Slowly, transparent as the clock ticks by. A window to the monster inside, Merged into flesh, nails of carelessness collide, It does not matter whether life spouts from his palms. Inconsiderate mind, why bring me here, To lands void of decadent delicate romance. Within the realms of malevolent men, With their cold corpse-l

By Kasey Rodriguez-Vizcarrondo They call me “she”— like it’s a compliment. Like the word doesn’t land like a blade between my ribs. Like it hasn’t been branded into my bones with every careless echo. Like it hasn’t burned itself into the marrow of me. They smile when they say it— as if their soft tone can soften the damage. As if a gentler lie hurts less. As if a girl’s name isn’t a noose I’ve learned to tie in silence. Assigned. Without asking. Without pausing. Without seein

By bAkU (Jakub Krzysztof Jedrzejewski) Someone lives in my mirror, In reflection that betrays, Sadness and pain, Someone peers through closed window, Between the sound of wind and rain, While the outside fades to grey, Someone follows me around, I'm counting days I sense his breath, Crawling down my fragile spine. Someone lives beneath my skin, Someone I cannot recognise, Someone wants my wrist to bleed, Someone left my mind all biased, There's no more me in me - in l, I'm to

By Melissa M. Sharp Despondency and disparity, Chew on the foetus of my child, bound in Ash and Shroud. I threw it up one morning, When the clocks went back, Casting my miserable hour Twice fold. Time laughs in my mockery and foolishness, Telling me it thinks my misery is delicious! Wedding myself to the air of my creativity, Where men in ghoulish suits sell babies. Unwanted and uncollected. Their little faces morphed perpetually in a peculiar fashion, Noses squashed, and ch

By Peter Ellis Don’t smile at me Yeah, like that I mean it! You think you know What you’re doing But I worry For whomever holds my heart next Does it still have the same appeal? No matter its weight Mishandled gold diminishes value Some things can’t buff out with polish But maybe that’s okay If we ever find ourselves together And I say those three words We all long to hear Know it didn’t take a village It took wars And the only winner and loser Was me You might need to pull m

By Peter Ellis There’s a strange comfort In a friend who doesn’t shy away From your anger But emboldens it They hold you tight and say: “I’m here for you There’s people I want to hurt, too.” We joked about being vigilantes A truly unstoppable duo One terrifying team I think our kind of justice Wouldn’t have been swift But it would be exact We knew pain intimately Our unseen third accomplice Locking us in a room With all who did us wrong May what finally got me To enjoy the si

By Peter Ellis A coffee and a year later Not quite where I thought I'd be Turned in and out by the currents of time But feeling lighter now, and floating free A kiss from the midnight sunset Brittle barriers burned away To remind me of the love at my core That was trapped within an ego Now asphyxiating on the floor From its remains I rebuilt myself Raw, naked and afraid I gave grace to who came before And all the progress he'd made In the embrace of the midnight sunset I fo

By Peter Ellis You know I’ve lost count Of the masks I created Built them ‌before I realised What they were for I did what I was told I built them to be perfect After all: Boys don’t cry; boys like girls Don’t speak out of turn You’re too loud You’re too smart to pursue art But I liked boys too And I always answered back I didn’t want to shut up And not create for myself I got used to fixing the masks Because it’s always “Be yourself,” Until it’s inconvenient Now I see I wa

By Peter Ellis some things just need to be said out loud so i'm not left on read you were happy to see me in your company the pleasures all mine i let you go as i bit my tongue wrestled with the need for clarity at the great cost of sincerity i stepped out of my head for once your name rolled down the road as i thought about one last retreat i indulged in chasing after you no one else would drive like i do i stumbled over myself the words were jittery, but the message clear

By Peter Ellis You want to talk about authenticity When you're still holding up a mask, You want to critique mine? Well, I've seen yours And I wanted to know every line. Is that what scares you, the fear of being known? I let you in between my ribs so you wouldn't feel all alone. You wanna punish me for longing? For wanting to know what lay beneath In the darkest depths below? For wanting to nurture what's under the strength you put on for show? You keep changing the rules t

By Peter Ellis did you take the wheel when i wasn't looking? the roads look different when dressed in fairy lights your tongue mixes truths while your eyes clamour at my flesh i remember when i wore that face no use deceiving the jester the bullet you bit ricocheted don't know where it's taking you the walls have cracks in now you shun the light with trembling teeth you thought you controlled the board you forget i own the game what good is a poker face when your hands give

By Peter Ellis Music perforates me It’s the only thing That can still break the skin Even then, it’s strained My pores are clogged From years of untreated wounds It’s all sputtering out of me Like bits of limescale You keep finding In the bottom of the kettle I used to be better than this I am better than this All of my emotions Are on a delay I’m running on dial-up internet Complete with the screeching (Sometimes) I’m so tired of feeling everything All at once Or out of o

By Kaveri Talukder "Love." Pure as fresh snow; The colour of innocence, Powdered by a soft blush. They tell you How wonderful it feels; How you glide through the world Wearing rose-tinted... Everything. They say that you can't help yourself, From looking for them; From caring about them. And they make it sound so pretty... Like a jewelled Dagger.... I have built my self-control On years of self-loathing, And now all of my hard work Will slip away? Is this really what ev

By Manpreet Singh I may or may not know where I came from And next time, where I will be gone I’m so tired, wherever it is I just want to go home— The flowers of eternal garden await But like a cocoon— I’m wrapped How do I escape, In a hollow vessel I’m trapped Mind and heart suppressed me Under their lust and greed— I wish I could fly away, Freedom is all I need They sought for the truth in the mountains But never dared to hold my hand— These two think they have seen enough,

By Lydia Lim stubbornness set in a line that rises with the sun and never dips into the horizon. a pulse faintly beating even as death bangs on the door, raising a wizened grey hand with a vice-like grip on this last plate of fruits, bursting at the seams. incense spiralling into the distance like the way we crack open bottles of Fanta orange and then leave. 乖吗 1 ？ 乖 2 。 听话一点哦 3 。 these lines settle into the armchair, unvaried yet aching. stumbling back home at 2a.m one n