Happy? - By Cassidee Lin

Happy?

Hopeless.
The worst feeling.
Why do I try? Why do I bother?
It's a waste of time.
Nobody changes.
I don't change either.
Unhappy.
Another bad feeling.
Doesn't anybody else care?
Doesn't anybody else see?
How do I fix this?
How do I make it right?
Why does it have to be me,
in this never ending fight?
Should I stay?
Or, should I leave?
Which is worse, this,
or the unknown?
Am I being selfish?
Shouldn't I be happy?
Yes, I should.
And one day,
I will, be.


- Written by: Cassidee Lin

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Stranger and Angel - By Jason

Stranger and Angel

Libra, the scales,
Gemini, the twins,
all she missed was a pair of wings
Genesis of love in the month of fools
saw his dove near by the grooves
Pointed chin and aquiline nose,
porcelain skin as white as snow
Resting over her ears,
glittering glasses to refrain from tears,
shielding black roses
With spikes and goatee,
appeared the devil
His sanguine heart intended no evil
Though with butterflies in stomach and a pounding heart,
he promenaded with hands in pocket and looked smart
Showed up alone, the Stranger Wow!
He called her an angel
Is that why she hid her name?
May be, she thought that he was so lame
Blurred vision, as she walks away
With a broken heart, he says,
“Oh! My daisy! Lily of the valley!
Bid farewell to the halo, my divine!
Don’t fly again, just be mine”


- Written by: Jason

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The Men of the Somme - By E Quarman

The Men of the Somme

I feel their names upon my lips.
I hear their cries inside my head.
I know that I will never forget,
What once happened here, so many years ago.
I shed a silent tear on my own,
But as I look around I can see that I'm not alone.

We will never comprehend,
What these men had to contend.
But it is clear, that for some time,
A small corner of hell appeared on Earth.

What is to become of the lost?
Are they now in the better place they longed & despaired for?
Whilst neglected by their God in their trenched,
Are they now in the care and safety of His?

Is there hope for Our race?
If we can think of this, for Anothers bitter taste.
To force such fear and scare,
Onto boys we knew would not bare.

I believe that I can say,
That if I should live through this one day,
'The Great War' take four,
Will be fought with Sticks and Stones.


- Written by: E Quarman

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Take Over - By Nikhil Nath

Take Over

The pen
is British
in a makeover
factory in Paris

Where fashion
is tall ladies
dressed in
Picasso

who built
the Taj Mahal
when half the world
would not be around
to see it
because the Chinese
are taking over America.


- Written by: Nikhil Nath

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FEAR - By Jannat ElHariry

FEAR

It is murky, it is mystifying that feeling
It makes you wonder how dark it is within
Dreadful to think it is not healing
And it is eating you utterly and you cannot run
Away from it, it is not a thought
It is in fact a feeling you have developed…
Hoping it would fade away, it won’t
It needs to be dealt with, to be conquered
You cannot run, you cannot bury it inside
It will devour you and leave you hollow
I cannot tell what to do, you need to decide
Will you face it or will you hide in the shadow
You won’t feel alive till you see it bright and clear
What you are feeling, is something called fear.


- Written by: Jannat ElHariry

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NIRVANA WRIT SMALL - By Steven Germain

NIRVANA WRIT SMALL

What people did not know about Chester was
that he had a kind of affliction.
It may have developed in-utero or maybe it came even earlier
or maybe it was in his DNA through the generations.
or maybe he learned it over time.
You see Chester knew early on
and understood in his marrow
a logic: that on a bad day
oblivion might be preferable to the alternative;
he accepted that 99% of life is something he had no control over,
none whatsoever.
As someone once said, "life is an accumulation of flukes"
so rather than living life like a big spender on a run
Chester lived small
because to him small was not only meaningful
- it was sacred.
Chester knew that any other approach would have eaten him alive.
And even though his life was getting smaller and smaller
his heart was getting bigger and bigger
and that was good enough for Chester.


- Written by: Steven Germain

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Radiant - By Lee Woodward

Radiant

I sat there with your text for an hour tonight
Trying to think of a word to describe you—
To rival your use of a language I claim to love
but clearly know nothing of.

And I concluded that indescribable is
a bad excuse for lack of vocabulary.
I don’t know if this is right;
But it hurts when I think of you, so it must be, right?

To be so unsure of where I’m going,
but to go there because I have no choice;
Just like when I told you what I was feeling—
because I felt those feelings and I at least have a voice.

But you smiled
—Against all of my miscalculated odds—
And you looked at me.

Your smile could’ve fuelled a thousand planes
and circled the world with hope.
Your eyes gleamed:
A torch beam,
A laser stream,
A super-solar flare.
I looked back at you for a moment,
Found myself lost;
Forgot I was even there.
Time comes for us all eventually,
but if we’re lucky, it hands us to people like you


- Written by: Lee Woodward

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Beauty and the Beast - By John Mullan

Beauty and the Beast

It slithered and crawled a hideous beast awash in a sea of slime
With purpose it gorged as it followed a path at least as old as time
No thought, no conscience or deviation to affect its mission in life
The devastation following on, of little consequence to its life.

But tiring now it sought a place more by instinct than design
To pause, to rest, to hide its shame a need for intervention
It drifted down into the deep that place we sometimes go
To disconnect or to reflect in the hope of some redemption.

A change took place I know not how,
I can describe but not explain
But I somehow knew there would be an end
to this creature’s hideous reign
A wish perchance becomes a dream thus it follows on that a dream
can become reality if you really wish it so

It turned its head with longing and glanced up to the sky
Seeking out a friendly face it searched with sleepy eyes
The generous sun saw that look and perhaps it struck its fancy
Because a warm sunbeam did cleave the sky
and settled on the beast

I questioned then the reality and have done so ever since
As the sun’s kiss transformed the beast into a sprightly prince
Such finery and colour the envy of all around
As it preened and pranced its beautiful shadow
deigned to paint the ground

Such a delight I cannot describe
but such visions are not by chance
As aware and bold in its beauty it invited the wind to dance
The colour and movement merged into one
and I was filled with such emotion
Not for them this earthly world the very clouds their ocean

I had no will or wish to resist I was engulfed in a delightful trance
I felt my spirit slip from me as it joined them in their dance
I know that all things have an end
but some things should never die
It would live just a moment
but how it would live that beautiful butterfly.


- Written by: John Mullan

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