Wait for it, one day it may come to you, Change can come in ways that seem so sudden, It was never a thing I considered before, Until the door opened a little more. Rolling Riverstone rollies in the garden, Feeling the universe calling me back, The energy flowing through all and me, Making this…

It’s so cold out here, Amid the wind and rain, Among the wandering public, Meandering by the bus stop, Smoking on a vape, Endless cars pass by, Meaningless thoughts are aroused, Enter the vehicle to home, Become one of the drones, Ending up in an automatic song, Repeating all that is known, Never-ending moans, Of…

You stare at me while I’m not looking, Sending a surge of excitement up from my stomach to my head, Sitting by your side, Feeling your warmth, Energizes my being. Time doesn’t exist as the moment catches us in it. This was written by our contributing writer, Lyndsey Richards.

The winter of discontent is still upon me, Spring has not quite sprung, Pink blossom does not line the roads, Only dead leaves and baron trees. My mood does reflect the weather, Awash with emotions like erratic waves. Soon, I will bask in the sunshine, And see the daffodils bloom, For now, I must hold…

As I walk down the street, Trying to remain inconspicuous, Weaving in and out, Dodging the mobility scooter. As I stroll down the road, Slowly shuffling behind the elderly, Or a couple holding hands, Catching speed and passing them by, Zooming off into the distance. This was written by our contributing writer, Lyndsey Richards.

Feeling illuminated, While ruminating, Clear as a glass, Clarity is gifted to me. Once blind, I can now see, Where it all began, Bestow small blessings, Let faith and hope provide, Renew the dressings, Of old wounds. Release the wolf, Forgive the source. This was written by our contributing writer, Lyndsey Richards.

Windows shatter, dispelling shards of common manners, A tasteless bite of human rights: withhold the batten and water cannon, Dissolve the hint of satisfaction. Burn the cars, grab the goods, Awash with a sea of the infamous hood. Take heed with tools of bristle and wood, Sweeping the street of debris and defeat, An era…

He lived a chaotic childhood, A kind and troubled youth, His family misunderstood, This young one’s deep truth. From all the strife, He grew in life, And made a choice, To stay true to his voice, A wonder among many ordinaries, He soon came to the discovery, That he had a decision, To prove his…

Ah, the stresses and the strains, of course, I must refrain, from letting it in,  how it all begins, to take a toll, of mind and soul; a lingering itch was once a glitch, but now the wrinkle has deepened still and all that was rational is supplemented by a pill; no longer has character…