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ISSUE NO. 1

July 2024

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Poetry

I Am Yours

By

Lauren

Lauren writes from a prison in Victoria.

Aleksandr Eremin

No matter what our pasts may say 

What hurts, our pains endured,

And tears shed for those who

Walked away.

You and I, need not let ourselves 

Be defined by those hurts from

Our pasts and no longer will it

Influence our time.

Why let our future carry the burden

And for the sore of an armour

And shackles of a place in time 

We are no more.

No matter what, I love you, You

Have my consistency through it all.

Nor be fearful of losing us should our

Love turn to war.

My white flag will never fall and 

We can through it all.

I am yours always, I am your now

I am your then, And I promise to give you my all, I love you no matter what, 

And I love you forever more…

No matter what our pasts may say 

What hurts, our pains endured,

And tears shed for those who

Walked away.

You and I, need not let ourselves 

Be defined by those hurts from

Our pasts and no longer will it

Influence our time.

Why let our future carry the burden

And for the sore of an armour

And shackles of a place in time 

We are no more.

No matter what, I love you, You

Have my consistency through it all.

Nor be fearful of losing us should our

Love turn to war.

My white flag will never fall and 

We can through it all.

I am yours always, I am your now

I am your then, And I promise to give you my all, I love you no matter what, 

And I love you forever more…

‘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