There is no guarantee, there is no promise, There is no secure place in which to hide Faith is futile, belief is hopeless And hope is the compassion you will never find Justice is nowhere, not above or below, Justice is in a race that will never win Up against slaughter, torture, cruelty, and woe …
Would you like to wear my skin? Zip me open and climb right in? Peel me from my veins and keep yourself warm and secure? No? Well, are you sure? Because it’s hard to believe you while you Feast on faultless flesh you call your meat The fleece of my fallen friends upon your feet …
Amara Amara loves to sing She sang flowers into the water To the dish rag and the pan She sang harmonies to the trees Until they bent to her beckon She sang the moon awake To the tune of her unrest She sang until dusk in December Until her voice rasped with frosted …
We are human. It’s who we are, don’t be in denial of those key features that make your vanity spike when confronting the mirror after a heavy night of heartbreak and ale. The one you want, but can’t have, whilst sitting on a hillside desolate as there’s panic on the streets of Leeds, posts a …
Content warning: Strong language Written by Ryan Walker You’re a hopeless romantic living in Leeds and the world is never in enough reach for your fingertips to claw at, you turn to Tinder and you accidentally swipe left when the person before you and their slightly philosophical bio seems decent compared to most …
SWATCH CARD by Jodie Champaneria MY ARM HAIR IS NOT UP FOR DEBATE. IT IS THICK AND DARK LIKE MY HISTORY. I HOPE IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE AND CRUMPLE YOUR BROW. TELL ME AGAIN, WHO IS EXOTIC NOW? AND TAKE THAT OFF YOUR FOREHEAD. DON’T TELL ME THAT MY HAIR LOOKS BETTER STRAIGHT OR TO …
Streams of consciousness; Streams of gold, Streams of magic dust; Streams of old. Streams of love, Streams of passion, Streams of joyful bliss, betwixt two passing beats. Streams of melted ice, Streams of chocolate mice, Streams of music spice, the piper he doth bid. Streams of glory, Streams of tis victorious story, Streams of life, …
Innate Trust by Jodie Champaneria Should you know better? Perhaps be more advised? I cannot know, I am two years old I cannot know what is moral and just I cannot know who to believe or distrust So teach me , mother Teach me what is right from wrong Teach me why I can no …
The Journey Written by Charlotte Ashdown Studying for a degree at university is just like climbing a mountain. At first, when you look out at the path ahead, it doesn’t seem too tough. The way is paved, not too steep, and you can just about see a clear path to the top. You …
If I was a writer, pens wouldn’t lay parched as I fumble on weighted keys. their lids wouldn’t be lost and overlooked, waiting for walks to be footed and tea to be poured. or for wine bottles to be drunk and painted. pages wouldn’t be left half-written whilst flowers were potted, or whilst family were …
Growing Up You once told me, “Life’s what you make it,“ But in order to succeed, I’d have to fake it. I’ve learnt all I know from you who I trusted, Clueless yourself, my mind you’ve corrupted. On numerous occasions you put him first; I’m so full of anger, I’m fit to burst. You live …
Galleria L’Artiste: “A Spring Sunset” © Lara Rose 2016 I look out of the window to my right, my slightly closed eyes are dazzled by the light. The sparsely covered branches of trees, Bear delicate young leaves of pale green. Colours of red and light blue, a playful Van Gogh palette. Golden rays create a …
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