ALAS, IT WAS JUST A DEMON ~BY MAVIS MUPFIGO
The daily anticipation,
The ever-lingering hope,
The hope of meeting him,
Like a child, yearning a mother’s embrace,
Waiting for just that moment,
Alas!! It was just a demon.
ALAS, IT WAS JUST A DEMON ~BY MAVIS MUPFIGO
The daily anticipation,
The ever-lingering hope,
The hope of meeting him,
Like a child, yearning a mother’s embrace,
Waiting for just that moment,
Alas!! It was just a demon.
FROZEN FLORA~ BY ALICE WILLIAMS
Jack
You have bested me again
Winter
With your clever endeavour
grasping on with your frost-bitten hands
Awaken sun and spite the cold
IT JUST GOT BAD~ BY LOUIS MARTONE
You know that it is bad,
When the thing you love becomes a chore.
You know it’s bad,
When your passion becomes poor.
It feels like your well has gone dry,
and all that you can produce is a lie.
No charming metaphors,
Or silly rhymes,
Can bring back your passion.
It is gone for good.
The thing that used to come so easy,
The crutch you used to hold
It’s rare now.
Rarer than gold.
I thought I knew what to do.
I thought this was my calling.
Every time I look at a blank page,
It is like I have frozen on a stage.
Everyone’s eyes were on me
and I forgot my lines.
THE COVEN AND TEA~ BY ANGELINA ROLSTON
A witch of the name Misty,
A kitchen witch,
Just arrived at St Tropez in France,
She,
Whose hair was coloured with the sun’s golden rays,
who wore earthy tones,
Layers of chiffon
THE FAMILY LAGOON ~BY ANGELINA ROLSTON
The river,
Grains of sand
Underfoot,
Caressing my toes,
Beside me,
My father,
The one I listen to,
respect,
and reflect,
Speaking about anything or everything
FATHERS DAY~ BY AGNES WONG
One Year Ago
I see the melancholy in my mirror as I rise and remember
One year ago I lost my father the 31st of December
I hear a silence that replays its own piercing echo
One year ago an audience sat in mourning row after row
DARKNESS ~BY POETICIA
But after many an ageing sun finally
Did tears pour when the truth bled
Look at the exchanging hands of power
They have me question hearts of sincerity
THE GARDEN OF HEAVEN~ BY KELSEY MCCULLOUGH
There is a garden in heaven so beautiful and bright like a choir of angels singing through the night.
The gates will open
To the sky above
Surrounded by those of the hearts that you love.
IN ALL LIFETIMES~ BY POETICIA
Petals streamed from your eyes
I collected them in my heart
Poured them onto paper
SEVEN HUNDRED AND TEN ~BY SIERRA MAZZUCCA
Seven hundred and ten days ago, but it seems like just yesterday because shock from those days grip is only now starting to let go.
I have been in slow motion since the words of your exit were sent.
Stretching through radio waves and into the earpiece of my phone, which to this day doesn’t feel like it ever came to an end. Specifically regarding that feeling and sudden realization, your lights won’t flicker again.
