5 days agoi need a good cryA poem by Sam Cooke secrecy and lies and hatred and lies what is up what the fuck is up with my mind out my window i see the whole world...
Apr 8secrets dreams and nice thingsthis piece was constructed from notes people left at the lunar launch party. some are secrets, some are dreams, some are nice things. all...
Feb 1The Art of Crying at your Birthday PartyEditor-in-Chief Alice Graham pens her thoughts Birthdays are hard. They just are. Whether it’s the impending sense of doom that links the...
Jan 6Sex Doesn't Belong to WomenA poem by Sam Cooke Should I take my top off? Would you rather I keep it all on? Some like my mystery, Others skin They can lay their...
Jan 6GlimpsesA poem by Shubham Agarwal [24.5.97] You opened your eyes for the first time today, And I swear at that moment it was the happiest I have...
Oct 29, 2021I hate public transporttw // sexual assault Transcription: I hate public transport. Sweat in the air Static exhaustion Silent anxieties Emitted from British...
Oct 22, 2021The DenAmelia Bird writes "The Den" - transcription below. Holding and held, I am sewn into the past, In this fleeting grasp of memory I am...
Oct 12, 2021things left unsaidtranscription: if only you could bottle up happiness and save it for later date i think we could both do with some of that now the look...
Apr 13, 2021Mother: a PoemMy mother embraces me when I least expect it, and pushes me offthe edge of the cliff when I need it the most. When I try to run away from...
Mar 22, 2021Lost UmbrellasThat moment when We ran so fast to catch that last-minute train Rain drowning streets, dripping off metal pipes We hopped on, out of...
Mar 22, 2021Strained Livingyou look at me and i shrink into the cracks of the brickwork i find comfort in the humming of electric ( i wish i was electric ) my blood...
Mar 21, 2021Spring's Cruel SisterFrom days that look like dishwater Spring extends her little green arms Coddles us in bright midday skies And everything seems like it...
Mar 21, 2021I Am Her and She Is Mei am her and she is me if i tried to count how many times i would run out of fingers we would all run out of fingers so engrained it...
Mar 10, 2021 An easy fixMy throat is torn A mess Of bloody fingerprints scattering Claiming victory to my Plundered spirit It's funny. why is it so easy to Throw...
Mar 6, 2021Ghost CampusThe Shape and the Colour In the old dusk there are Sleeping cars sinking into their wheels And someone somewhere is Knitting one,...
Feb 24, 2021#StayatHomeStaying at home is sitting in a bright room watching the day darken behind glass. A noisy washing machine. Reruns of A Place in the Sun....
Nov 30, 2020Pink WallsWe used to set his television screen so that it sang blue A brute bright blue that consumed us with the rest of the room We lay and we...
Nov 23, 2020Stolen Secondssometimes her mind crumbles cracks a jigsaw piece trapped between old sofa sheets she blinks seconds, a breath as the girl with silver...
Nov 23, 2020AliceWords by Isabel-Sofia Pias Diaz Artwork by Claudia Smith (@claudiart_photo) When I think of apocalyptic environments, strangely enough I...