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ISSUE NO. 20

March 2026

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Poetry

I Hate You, Crystal Meth

By

Mackenzie

Mackenzie writes from a prison in WA.

'No Medication for You When Problems Arise at the Clinic' by Jamie, 2014, acrylic on canvas, available on Boom Gate Gallery

Hate’s a strong word,

But for you it’s reserved.

I hate what you’ve taken from me,

My parents, my childhood and my glee.

Now all but a simply a distant memory.

The destruction you’ve caused,

Without even touching my lips,

Is so great, it’s not fair.

You’ve taken everything and left me in despair.

I live in constant fear, that you’ll take him too,

I just don’t know what else I can do.

Your grip is so strong, but he’s the love of my life,

Will it be you or I who becomes his wife?

I hate you, I do.

More than words can express,

For all the damage you’ve caused,

To those I know best.

I absolutely hate you, Crystal Meth.

Hate’s a strong word,

But for you it’s reserved.

I hate what you’ve taken from me,

My parents, my childhood and my glee.

Now all but a simply a distant memory.

The destruction you’ve caused,

Without even touching my lips,

Is so great, it’s not fair.

You’ve taken everything and left me in despair.

I live in constant fear, that you’ll take him too,

I just don’t know what else I can do.

Your grip is so strong, but he’s the love of my life,

Will it be you or I who becomes his wife?

I hate you, I do.

More than words can express,

For all the damage you’ve caused,

To those I know best.

I absolutely hate you, Crystal Meth.

‘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