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Truth is the light that shows you the right path,
Lies are the fire that burns you to ashes.
27/4/2020
 Apr 2020 Em Schwa
Lyndsey
Lockdown.
 Apr 2020 Em Schwa
Lyndsey
I talk to my cats,
to the shadows on the wall,

I talk to myself,
or I don't talk at all.

I'm swirling in thoughts
that won't stay away.

I spend far too much time
wasted this way.

Stuck somewhere between
depressed and numb,

My only reprieve,
sitting in the sun.

Moments while the rays
illuminate my skin

I don't feel so trapped,
I dont feel shut in.
For anybody dealing with their mental health demons during this pandemic, please remember you aren't alone. ♡
Silence everywhere,
Rain cries in pain as it hits the hard surface,
No human buffer to fall on.
26/4/2020
 Apr 2020 Em Schwa
Mark Tilford
This world only filled with love
All the Ravens turning into white doves

Could you imagine

Giving up your possessions
If everyone lived on God's lessons

Could you imagine

That there was no reason to **** for


Could you imagine

If there was acceptance
Of all races
Of all the different faces

Could you imagine

If there was no war
If there was no rich nor poor

Could you imagine

If we lived for the moment
And
Hearts were never broken

Could you imagine

If we never had to hear screams
If you could never dream

Could you imagine

If there was no lies
And
If you could trust the look in people's eyes

Could you imagine


Could you imagine


The blanks are for you
 Apr 2020 Em Schwa
Gorba
I live in Sweden
But I was born and raised in France
From parents who came from Haiti
Which is a former colony of France
Where slaves were brought from Benin
(To feed the greed of French monarchs)
I speak French, English, Swedish, and can understand creole
I feel in French, think in English, listen in creole and live in Swedish
I love Florence, I am forever bound to Paris and have international friends
Being a French citizen means that I am European
Am I then also Dutch, Danish or German?
Does it really matter?
Am I not just another man?
A question to those who tell people to go back to their country.
 Apr 2020 Em Schwa
Aditya Roy
Some days I think to myself
What is she doing
Then it slips my mind
As I fly into heavenly skies
Evading cages sipping moonshine

As the scholars
Burn the midnight oil
I follow the sanguine stars
That let me fly from Earth's toil

The way of the stars
Guide me
As the weight of responsibility
Rests on me
 Apr 2020 Em Schwa
JW
a story with a beginning so
      ordinary
            unintentional
                  insignificant
we weren't lucky enough to be written a worthy end

i wish we had something to blame for what is missing
      immortality
            infinity
                  ­forever
but we have always taken the road less traveled

compiling to an unfinished tale violently bursting with
      but-what-ifs
            i-wish-i-hads
               ­   maybe-somedays
i will recite the idea of you until your finger prints vanish from my brain

you read me everything yet left me begging in vain for
      explanations
            truths
                  insig­hts
i wonder what beauty we could have created

— The End —