Beautiful Souls
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Poetry
Why should you suffer for my pain.
Knowledge in this I should try to gain.
Does it feel I have left you alone?
It may feel I have cut you to the bone,
But please believe me, my love is true,
I know in the past I didn’t know what to do,
Because being a father was new to me,
Over the years I was blind, but now I see,
That my responsibility is to be a dad,
Even me writing this poem, makes me sad,
Thinking of you all from this cell,
You beautiful things, I must have put you all through hell.
So now I have made some new goals,
And that is to save your beautiful souls.
Why should you suffer for my pain.
Knowledge in this I should try to gain.
Does it feel I have left you alone?
It may feel I have cut you to the bone,
But please believe me, my love is true,
I know in the past I didn’t know what to do,
Because being a father was new to me,
Over the years I was blind, but now I see,
That my responsibility is to be a dad,
Even me writing this poem, makes me sad,
Thinking of you all from this cell,
You beautiful things, I must have put you all through hell.
So now I have made some new goals,
And that is to save your beautiful souls.
Date Published
January 6, 2026
Dan’s Drawing
By Dan
A drawing of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, sent to us by Dan.
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ISSUE NO. 25
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Self Reflection
By Sofia
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
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ISSUE NO. 25
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Beyond the Steel Mesh
By Anonymous
The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.
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ISSUE NO. 25
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2 MIN READ
Burning Broken Thoughts
By Wolverine
I know you think you’re broken far too much to ever heal properly, like all those other folk that make life seem so real.
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