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ISSUE NO. 3

September 2024

ISSUE NO. 3

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Poetry

Love Breaks Chains

By

Malnight

The writer, who uses a pseudonym, is imprisoned in New South Wales.

Oh how I can’t stand these nights alone

Wishing that i could just go home 

Never thought this is where I’d be

Constantly dreaming of being free

A simple twist of turning key

A little click and the locks on me

I can’t say the way i feel

Surrounded by concrete and steel

I’ve crossed the line from mad to sane

A million times over and back again

No one hears my cries and desperate calls

They just echo off these dungeon walls

Should have known passing through the gate

That once inside I could not escape

Without you i dont think id find a way

To get through the struggles of everyday

When everything just seems so wrong 

The thought of you keeps me strong 

Whatever torture and heartache remains

Our love will break the chains.

Oh how I can’t stand these nights alone

Wishing that i could just go home 

Never thought this is where I’d be

Constantly dreaming of being free

A simple twist of turning key

A little click and the locks on me

I can’t say the way i feel

Surrounded by concrete and steel

I’ve crossed the line from mad to sane

A million times over and back again

No one hears my cries and desperate calls

They just echo off these dungeon walls

Should have known passing through the gate

That once inside I could not escape

Without you i dont think id find a way

To get through the struggles of everyday

When everything just seems so wrong 

The thought of you keeps me strong 

Whatever torture and heartache remains

Our love will break the chains.

‘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

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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