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ISSUE NO. 3

September 2024

ISSUE NO. 3

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Poetry

Beyond the Bars

By

Codey

Codey writes from Metropolitan Remand Centre in Victoria.

Rehina Sultanova

Beyond the bars, I sit and think about the past

Beyond the bars, I wait and watch the time pass

Beyond the bars, I barely ever see the stars

Beyond the bars, I’m alone in the dark.

Beyond the bars, I try to make my dream last

Beyond the bars, I learnt to walk my own path

Beyond the bars, I always wonder where you are

Beyond the bars, I still remember your laugh.

Beyond the bars, I want to make a fresh start

Beyond the bars, I fear I’ve played my final card

Beyond the bars, I try to focus on my art

Beyond the bars, I wanna hold you in my arms.

Beyond the bars, I do laps in the yard

Beyond the bars, I know that I can go far

Beyond the bars, she came and stole my broken heart

Beyond the bars, I will become a better man.

Beyond the bars, I sit and think about the past

Beyond the bars, I wait and watch the time pass

Beyond the bars, I barely ever see the stars

Beyond the bars, I’m alone in the dark.

Beyond the bars, I try to make my dream last

Beyond the bars, I learnt to walk my own path

Beyond the bars, I always wonder where you are

Beyond the bars, I still remember your laugh.

Beyond the bars, I want to make a fresh start

Beyond the bars, I fear I’ve played my final card

Beyond the bars, I try to focus on my art

Beyond the bars, I wanna hold you in my arms.

Beyond the bars, I do laps in the yard

Beyond the bars, I know that I can go far

Beyond the bars, she came and stole my broken heart

Beyond the bars, I will become a better man.

‘Love is Rebuilding My Life’

By Phillip

There’s irony, hypocrisy, fallacy, a vast ocean of distance to cross. The “saint”, the “sinner”, it’s lunacy, that the ignorant could save the lost.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 22

2 MIN READ

Methfairytale

By Karie

I’m not belle of the ball, not the very least, but we have something in common, I’m in love with a beast. But the beast is not a person but a drug that I call meth, I’ve been talking to myself for hours, I’m running out of breath.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 22

1 MIN READ

Nostalgia

By Dennis

Nostalgia is a gentle haze, a soft and fading, golden maze, where time itself begins to blur, and memory’s touch is sweet and pure.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 22

1 MIN READ

Art From Inside

By Lanie

Our team was blown away by this beautiful painting.

Creative

ISSUE NO. 21

1 MIN READ