Gazing

Bilal Saloo

Gazing, into this small window of time,
I see stories unfold on crisp pages,
I see beauty in this window of mine,
Butterflies escaping cocoon cages,
Bright eyed wings uncurl all in a flutter,
on the branch of the tree with the green leaf
Browning, drifting, crinkling, joining clutter.
Dear window, in mind’s eye, such a brief
journey, to glimpse a faraway place
I know not when I shall see once again,
or feel the cold pinch, the hot slither lace
down to the fingers, wrapped around a pen;
In need I am of the window I see,     
That gathers dust and is locked with a key.

The Soldier

Eleanor

The soldier stood there as sad as a gloomy day
He didn’t know what to do at all, or what to say
He closed his eyes and wished to be home
Instead he was wishing all on his own.
As guilt flowed through his head for killing others
He tried protecting all his brothers.
Every head of the soldiers was burning hot
All of them were scared of being shot.

Home

Alf

The sun reaches through clouds scattered across the vast Southern African sky, as though announcing the arrival of angels, nourishing my starving, sleeping soul. strands of white heat touch cold orange sand and a lizard pauses to absorb the dying day. The Continue reading “Home”

Just Following Orders

Adil Usman

Just following orders.

That’s it.

Simply following orders.

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I’m Not Sorry

Sophie Patel

I am sorry, you are upset with me
I am sorry, you see no positives in me
I am sorry, you are disgraced in me
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Small Rebellions

Mohammed Barber

Watching YouTube vloggers incognito
Following a certain someone on Twitter
Reading a book behind closed bedroom doors
Wearing a striped badge discreetly under the collar
Replacing stock shoelaces with rainbow coloured ones

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Is There Not A Corner For Us To Meet?

Khareef

He does not talk to me, but relies on the news,
He sees men murder man and wants me to lose
all my rights, my beliefs, my faith, my blood,
He names me a disgrace, he calls my religion mud.

She does not engage me in long-held conversation,
about my views of the news or sexual orientation,
my hopes, my dreams, of equality, of peace,
She demands my worship stop or my heart cease,

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13

Yorkshireman

I am talking to a friend from school across the miles and over t’internet
Dis connect
We feel
Connection

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