I was at a poetry reading She spoke about immigration Loss of culture Loss of identity She spoke about chaos, confusion She said "father I don't understand what I am writing" Now I've taken it entirely out of context Father, I don't understand what I am writing

I think she meant language My immigrant mother desperately trying to strike the match and fuel the flame That never existed in the ...

This prompt Lowkey works

Keys, wallet, phone, airpods Dog bags, treats, leash Dog Shoes on, headphones in, Music up and door locked,

Me time, free time Just walk Head down, mouth closed Summer air and summer heat Struggling in too-long jeans

I'm not looking, I'm unaware Don't they teach you these things Eva? There's man behind me- Were there kids? I don't remember

Okay one behind No one ...

"I mean could you class us as human, right?" Laika turns away, slightly offended by the prompt. "Of course we're human!" Arden rolls his eyes. "I mean we were literally made in a lab, and we don't act like humans do" Mae folds her arms, a sucker for playing devil's advocate. "We still have their anatomy though!" June exclaims, never having pondered the fact that she may not be a person. "A heavil...

Ntp I think the moon is jealous of the sun Why wouldnt it be? It leaches off its light Any life is a result of it Anyone could live without the moon But the sun?? No, that you need Sure the sun burns, that kills the moon There's nothing it can do to stop or help Just sit in awe of the beautiful disaster Envy seeping from it's craters It's uselessness cracking grey rock All it can do is sit and wa...

Ntp

"Anddddd... Action!" "It's a YouTube video Denna, we don't have to say action," "Let him live, Kaz!" "Just saying!"

Mae switches off the camera and rolls her eyes, "We will never make it to the plains if we carry on like this- what if we were..." She trails off, "what if this was serious?"

"We aren't! And it isn't! Jesus, guys it's a YouTube video; literally an intro to a vlog," "Well go ...

If it walks like a duck If it quacks like a duck Chances are... It is a fucking duck

If more than 3 people have said something If you've written more than 3 poems about it If you've skipped 3 meals

It's probably an ed

Probably.

Does it char your throat? Taste of guilt? Crying over spilt milk Or the thought of having to make something

Later you say. Don't need breakfast if you slept till no...

There's dirt under my nails Better than him under my skin It's better than her in my head But there's dirt under my nails

There's blood in the water And salt in the wound What am I gonna do?

Dust in my wild wide eyes Grass and sand under my thighs Muddy hair caught in the breeze Stepping on sticks fallen of trees Balancing on a stepping stone Isolated and alone

Like the stream, small and f...

I. Love. You. One two three. We're counting the freckles of my face And the days untill We're stringing beads And crafting dreams Brick by brick Beat by beat Of a heart that pumps for the other Lungs that breathe for You and me One two three Blow out the candles We'll wish to be free Like we are, birds with colourfull wings Orange and blue Or purple and yellow Colours complementing Shapes slotti...

I channel so much anger into my poems, I fear I am abrasive, I hate and I hate, and then I drop the pen the moment my heart lights up, when a smile creeps up on my face and there's a spark in my eyes that I can't erase, there is so much good, but that's not poetic, so much brings me joy that I would never dare immortalise, would never stain with my words and my high pitched voice, but there is so ...

Blink and then we're out of here, blink and there's tears in your eyes, blink and we'll swallow our pride, get God on our side, so that safe place was a lie, didn't really take me by surprise, it was always gonna be one of us that dies, maybe we'll find some allies and look into their eyes, we'll see a reflection of red and blue, do those colours mean anything to you? There'll be black and red, th...