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 Jul 2016 Siren Coast
N
Not all the times
the universe is unkind
It has been raining
nonstop
and this little house
is warm
enough for the two of us
I woke up to
the feel of your lips
on my shoulder
Angel face, you smell of
toothpaste and
cocoa
(What did I ever do
to be the one
you say I love you to?)
I regret
cursing the stars that
one
drunken
night
E.N.
 Jul 2016 Siren Coast
Lakshmi
When did we start living in a world with so much hatred and tears;
When did we live in a world, where girls who went to school felt fear;

When did it become acceptable to shoot a man for the colour of his skin,
breaking the hearts of his family, his children, and all his next of kin.

When did we lose the hope that filled our heart,
for people to shatter it part by part;
for us to feel worthless and in pain;
for us to be everything but sane.

When did it become okay, for the echoes of those in suffering to pass straight in and out of our ears day by day;

When did it become okay to **** innocent lives,
for they are the lives, of your mothers, fathers, husbands and wives;

When did it become wrong for girls to be educated,
because why must their lives be worth any less, or gated?

When did it become the 'norm' to shame people for their religion or ****** orientation,
because we should respect our differences, as a world and nation(s);

When did we become the people our mothers and fathers warned us of,
the ones they did not want us to know,
the ones who are stupid and low.

When did we forget, that we are the ones to blame,
we are the ones that should be filled with shame.

When did we forget that society is us,
and for us to change it, we need to change our stuff.

When will we understand this small but huge notion,
because if we do not, all will be lost, just in slow motion.
yes.
 Jul 2016 Siren Coast
aj
wings
 Jul 2016 Siren Coast
aj
sky of oblivion darkness holds the image of you plainly
black on black but still sheerly visible
amidst the murderousness of this
everlasting night

your eyes are storms and your teeth are the
dark stars in the sky

little knives that i wish
could **** me

hair that falls effortlessly, gracing the perfection of your countenance -
a devil in your own right
you are my mistake

nocturne haze keeps me living
but your radioactive gaze
has left me in bones

a hollow man walking
into the blacknight horizon

where he would sprout wings of ash
and fly to you
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 Jul 2016 Siren Coast
Steve Page
The years stung with field gun smoke,
as the stench of accusations hung
among the aging towers of power.
Stark whistles pierced the mourning air
bringing tears to eyes spared any true battle.
And after a respectful silence, sodden with sacrifice,
the drizzled grandchildren turned away
for a Starbucked start of a brand new day.
Standing in the rain, Parliament Square, 7.30 am, 1 July 2016.
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