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ISSUE NO. 11

June 2025

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Poetry

Broke My Heart

By

Mahina

Mahina writes from Numinbah Correctional Centre in Queensland.

Fleur via Unsplash

Being in jail has given me time to think,

As I lay in my bed and slowly sink,

It’s given me time to reflect on my past,

And think back to a time that just would’ve lasted,

Not a day passes by where you’ve not crossed my mind,

When I needed you the most it was you I couldn’t find,

I will never forgive you for the way you treated me,

All the repeated lies, hurt and misery,

You could never understand just how bad you broke my heart,

You left me to question my own actions as I slowly fell apart,

I thought we were unbreakable, I thought we were a team,

But you being with someone else I now know what this means,

I must learn to focus on myself, and understand self-love,

And finally actually put myself first because enough is now enough.

Being in jail has given me time to think,

As I lay in my bed and slowly sink,

It’s given me time to reflect on my past,

And think back to a time that just would’ve lasted,

Not a day passes by where you’ve not crossed my mind,

When I needed you the most it was you I couldn’t find,

I will never forgive you for the way you treated me,

All the repeated lies, hurt and misery,

You could never understand just how bad you broke my heart,

You left me to question my own actions as I slowly fell apart,

I thought we were unbreakable, I thought we were a team,

But you being with someone else I now know what this means,

I must learn to focus on myself, and understand self-love,

And finally actually put myself first because enough is now enough.

‘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