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.
Date Published
November 11, 2025
By Dan
A drawing of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, sent to us by Dan.
ISSUE NO. 25
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By Sofia
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
ISSUE NO. 25
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By Anonymous
The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.
ISSUE NO. 25
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