ALEXA MIDNIGHT I lay in my bed every night Hearing the sounds of parties rise I feel desperate and alone Broken and have but a bone I have no money No friends I can see. The despair, Never ends. I want to go out, I want to have fun, But Covid and lack of cash Really...
Nitty gritty galaxy by Marné Swanepoel Luminous buildings, cars and cigars The life of the city, Makes the sky seem empty, As if; all the stars have fallen. I call them land stars, Or the nitty gritty galaxy. Every skyline has plenty. As if; all the...
The Rejection Letter by Kutlwano Mokgoro The truth is, I want to believe you When you say you love me When you promise to never hurt me Never lay a hand on me When you say “Not all men” I do, I do want to believe you But the ugly truth is, every time I...
Curious foul thing by Marné Swanepoel You wanted it so badly: To see what I was made of. So badly that you cut me open Just so you could admire a flood of Countless colours, A cocktail of blood and dirt and hurt. Slowly, I feel, my roots, Wrap around my...
Laying in nature by Alexa Midnight I lay there, looking up, As the branches split the sky apart. A gentle breeze on my skin, feeling like I belong to the wind. I’m not really thinking, but also I am, I’m thinking about thought itself or not thinking at...
