Mankind: By MOB

Man is the only wicked thing on this earth. No plant or animal is malicious in its actions. No other creature lies and deceives. No animal spoils its own habitat – but us! Our industrial revolution was a roll of the dice to make ourselves money at the cost of the forest, the green lands…

The Tide: By MOB

I watched the tide come in, And then it wouldn’t stop coming in. They’d warned us this would happen, Why didn’t we listen to him? That scientist on the telly said we must reduce our emissions, But no one ever believed the ‘Save the Planet’ mission. We should’ve switched to solar and drove an electric…

What is stress: Original Poem by MS

What is stress, It’s like a game of chess, You’re not always at your best, Frustration, anxious and tied, Why do I feel so unwired. I’m so depressed, Feeling helpless, sad and sorrow Some days I dread tomorrow.

Psychosis: by J1

* NB: This piece of writing contains swear words – It has been agreed that it is important not to sensor our residents writing.  Psychosis He could hear everything, but dare not open his eyes. The voices were so loud, he covered his ears but they were still as loud as ever, the screams like…

‘Untitled’ by JP

‘Untitled’ There was a loud bang on a train but it was too dusty to see what the sound was. The angel was shaken by this traumatic tragedy. All the angel saw was blood everywhere and heard the sound of the injured people. The train had somehow managed to change direction…it was all rather suspicious….

Childhood Scar: by MOB

My parents weren’t there Nor my elder sisters And my younger sister sleeps, or at least pretends to be   I remember it vividly, although I’ve no reason to, As far as I know nothing bad ever happened.   I would sit in the windowsill of mine and my sisters room Just staring out of…

Michael House Writing Group: Bird Theme

I asked the writers to think about the word ‘gliding’ as a prompt as the theme for January is birds, think about how it made them feel. Think about other words and expressions they could relate to the prompt of gliding. Take a few moments and imagine yourself gliding and the thought patterns around it…

Judging Joe: Original poem by KMC

Judging Joe   Who gives these people a right to judge? With fixed opinions, they refuse to budge, Who are they to put a person down? Move the homeless out of their town. Power mas, they couldn’t care less, Their job, to tidy up the mess.   These bullies only see drugs and drink, Never…

Not Forgotten: Original poem by BL

    Many we love have passed away, away too soon without reason.   We remember them often, In a thousand different ways.   In the morning, In the night.   When we look at the stars, A date, A song, A place, A smell.   Barry In memory of all those who left us…