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 Jun 2020 GENIE
Clare Coffey
Adrift in a new reality
Slowly I’m losing my grip
A demon sits on my shoulder
Waiting for my guard to slip

The dark of evil surrounds me
Painting a nightmare land
Spreading doom and disaster
With a cruel uncaring hand

Quenching the fire in my soul
With a steady flow of hate
Beating me into submission
Until accept my fate

Robbing my heart of love
Until I have nothing to give
Empty devoid of emotion
I have no reason to live

Calling to my deepest fears
Whispering in tones of spite
Driven to the edge of reason
I have no weapons to fight

Gone astray in my crazy head
No one comes when I shout
I can’t find the exit sign
Trapped here with no way out

Losing any will to live
Numbness seeps into in my limbs
I can’t hold out any longer
Is this how my death begins

No pills or ***** will aid me
Blank out your damning refrain
But if I name you my demon
I will find respite from pain

So I will seek out your name
To know you is to beat you
The knowing will set me free
To myself I can now be true
 May 2020 GENIE
Erika
he said he couldn’t breathe,
so they took his last breath
I’m so sick of feeling like it’s never going to stop. It needs to stop. It’s exhausting to know that everyday social injustice keeps happening and now that something is being done about it, everyone is ******. When I can raise my sons and daughters and not fear for their life. Only then, will I be satisfied.
 May 2020 GENIE
Mona
Consciousless
 May 2020 GENIE
Mona
what is evidence?
is it dense?

what does it represent?
the truth or the scent?

are we all mad?
or am I extra-terrestially sad?

what to have for dinner?
will i die a sinner?

will the search ever end?
what can i really ammend?

do you care?
or am I just another chair?
the scratches on my consciousness that keeps me from seeing clearly.
 May 2020 GENIE
Hafsa S
Come see the world through my eyes
Come feel it through me

Here ugliness is more ugly than imagination
But beauty more beautiful than thoughts can be
Here bruises of the soul are a visible blue
For anyone who dares to look closely

You can feel the pain of the broken man
Standing where he lay and bled
Here a papercut is as bad as a gashing wound
But the blood is a brilliant red

Here life is rarely ever fair
You don't get what you give
But you welcome the disappointment with open arms everytime
For to feel is to live
 May 2020 GENIE
annh
Going Viral
 May 2020 GENIE
annh
[Social
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distancing]
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makes
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heart
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grow

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fonder.

In this brave new world of no handshakes and multiple rounds of hand sanitiser there exists a blessed irony: social distancing is bringing my neighbourhood closer together. The solidarity of a shared smile - albeit bestowed from an apologetic distance of two metres - lifts the spirits, straightens the shoulders, and tickles the heartstrings more than any viral meme (no pun intended) could ever do.
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