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 Dec 2024
Bekah Halle
he was looking at them
searching for answers
but all he could see
was their vacancy;
their eyes hollow and shallow,
he ceased.
his dreams evaporated,
and his spirit deceased.
 Dec 2024
Bekah Halle
When I asked my mum
What she sees when she looks at me,
She gently replied: “My girl!”
Such warmth filled my heart.
With those words,
Such a visceral response received.
Is that what truth and joy feel like?
Love.
 Dec 2024
Shane Lease
You Wanted Flowers So Bad,
But You Forgot to Water Them.
They Cant Grow On Their Own
And Neither Can You
 Dec 2024
Shane Lease
Now the Water Flows so Effortlessly,
Like a Natural Spring.
My Eyes Become Wells as My Cheeks Turn to Streams, Slowly Drifting You Out of My Conscience.

The Disturbing Irony Tests My Temper That I Want Comfort From the One Who Hurt Me.

Then I Understood.

The most Loving Act She Could do, Was Letting Me Go. Hoping I Find Comfort in Myself.
 Dec 2024
Charles KC Aiken
According to the rules
I should have never loved you
But I did
And it hurts now more than ever

I'm over
Just trying to build back better
Trying to stand a little taller
And make new connections when I can

But the way I am
Is so sad in my reflection
I barely look him in the eyes
Is someone else in my reflection

Can you still be you
When the mirror tells the story
Of drunken nights and the lowest highs
Of when you cried
All those lonely sleepless nights

Can I still be me
When in the mirror stands a stranger
Just lines and hair and wry lips
Just agape in all the shyness
Just a lie, just a lie, just a lie

Who am I these days?
Who will I become?
When all is said and done
And the grave comes up to meet me

Will I be a hero to the masses
Or a fool who luckily passes
Will I be the brunt or focus
Of all the stories

With ulogies, apologies,
Confessions, and transgressions
Will it be a priest that tells my goodbye
Or family that tells of lovely lies

That leave out all the darkest days
And how I struggled almost everyday
And how I laughed at all dumb jokes
Or cried out
 Dec 2024
JAMIL HUSSAIN
O’ You who veil Yourself in the folds of unseen light,
I am lost in Your absence, yet You are my sight.
The world is but a shadow of Your sacred name,
My heart a canvas for the brush of Your flame.

You have left, yet You are ever near,
A dance of yearning that I hold dear.
With every breath, You pierce my soul’s deep core,
Each beat calls Your name, and yet, I desire more.

Come forth, O’secret, hidden in the night,
Break through this silence, reveal Your might.
In the quiet chambers of my restless heart,
Let Your presence manifest, let our spirits never part.

In the void of separation, I find Your trace,
In every moment, I see Your face.
The veils that cover You are but illusions of time,
For You are beyond, an eternal rhyme.

Let Your love, like a river, flow through me,
In every drop, Your essence, I shall see.
O' manifestation of the Divine, the Beloved true,
All my seeking ends, for You are my view.

In my heart, let Your name be carved like the stars,
A beacon that leads through life’s fleeting scars.
In this journey of union, let there be no divide,
For You, O’ Beloved, are the truth inside.
Whispers Beyond the Veil 14/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
 Dec 2024
JAMIL HUSSAIN
In this clash of hearts,
a symphony arose,
Where words became the veil
that love composed.

And each gaze,
each whisper,
each stolen sigh,
Bound them together,
beneath the endless sky.
A Clash of Hearts 14/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
 Dec 2024
Safana
We are safe.
Despite that,
The insurgency visited us.
Under our suckaway are *****.
Let us take what belongs to us, not you

Stay underneath your trees.
Fall asleep on its fallen leaves.

Let our rivers flow
Make our throat moist
Please

Over 200 million people are starving.
Enough is enough!
Indirect slavery is enough.

France in Nigeria's North
 Dec 2024
Bekah Halle
just outside my window,
there is a cacophony of loud;
from teeny tiny insects
to the birds that fly over the ground.
I also hear a labrador bark,
and children screech from being bound.
in play, life outside my window,
step outside, because it will be found!
 Dec 2024
Donall Dempsey
ONE IMPOSSIBLE THING BEFORE BREAKFAST

Alice in Wonderland
rests upon a table
in a ray of sunlight

"When is a book
not a book?"
the sunlight asks itself

I answer it
by opening
the book

it is empty
of words
only an empty space

to place
a bottle of whiskey
in

yet its emptiness
is packed
full of time

the memory
of hands
reaching into it

some of the time
spills out and becomes
now

*

An old guy I used to look after and wasn't supposed to drink. He always had the book at hand whenever I visited him. This time it lay upon the table and I picked it up saying I didn't know this edition....loved that book all my life and...a small bottle of whiskey fell out. After he died the 'book' was still there on the table empty of any words and empty of drink.
 Dec 2024
Caroline Shank
It's as if my life was a package forgotten on the side

of a back road.

The chance of being plucked out and found even interesting,

unconcerned.

The name addressed to Hell.


Battered by lifes footballs
the sunscorched wrapping illegible.
To love so much the
Contents arrive in Hell.
Go on. I am not done with you

So says the
Call of the Universe.
Your tears are large.
The last of my life.
I won't go on. I will
stumble through

the bramble and thistles.

You saved me once
when I believed

In a destiny.
For such a short time

No
chance of being plucked out and found even interesting, unconcerned.
The name addressed to Hell.

Battered by lifes footballs the sunscorched wrapping illegible.
To love so much the
Contents arrive in Hell.

Go on. I am not done with you
So says the

Call of the Universe.
Your tears are large.
The last of my life.
I won't go on. I will
stumble through the bramble and thistles.
You saved me once when I believed
In a destiny.


For such a short time.

Caroline Shank
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