Life’s Not a Party
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Poetry
Life’s not a party my dearest darling
For we partied, now must you party alone
I fear your drinking may carry you to a place that smells of roses
And a lingering stench of sorrow and seeder
Must I fear that nothing good will come from an empty glass
So may I whisper a loving prayer to shadow your sorrow with good intention
And a soft place to land may you fall for another.
Life’s not a party my dearest darling
For we partied, now must you party alone
I fear your drinking may carry you to a place that smells of roses
And a lingering stench of sorrow and seeder
Must I fear that nothing good will come from an empty glass
So may I whisper a loving prayer to shadow your sorrow with good intention
And a soft place to land may you fall for another.
‘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.
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ISSUE NO. 22
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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.
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ISSUE NO. 22
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1 MIN READ
Art From Inside
By Lanie
Our team was blown away by this beautiful painting.
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