Treasures Lost
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Poetry
The night is deep. The silence, empty.
And I yearn to hear the voice of God.
At times I weep, for death seems tempting,
A soul burnt out. A broken bod.
Feelings once felt, and lives well lived,
Viewed now through looking-glass;
Like Orion’s Belt, and the light it gived
I glimpse a long lost past…
When with blazing majesty, and cosmic wonder,
She streaked across my sky;
To ignite a tapestry, of love and thunder,
So brave, we were – not shy!
And our passions birthed, a wonder-girl,
Like an angel sent from heaven;
Warm sunshine ‘earthed’ – a perfect pearl,
Alas both, from me, now driven.
Where once I held, a life so charmed,
So clean. So pure. Not odd!
In a lonely cell, my soul lays darned,
As I yearn for the voice of God…
The night is deep. The silence, empty.
And I yearn to hear the voice of God.
At times I weep, for death seems tempting,
A soul burnt out. A broken bod.
Feelings once felt, and lives well lived,
Viewed now through looking-glass;
Like Orion’s Belt, and the light it gived
I glimpse a long lost past…
When with blazing majesty, and cosmic wonder,
She streaked across my sky;
To ignite a tapestry, of love and thunder,
So brave, we were – not shy!
And our passions birthed, a wonder-girl,
Like an angel sent from heaven;
Warm sunshine ‘earthed’ – a perfect pearl,
Alas both, from me, now driven.
Where once I held, a life so charmed,
So clean. So pure. Not odd!
In a lonely cell, my soul lays darned,
As I yearn for the voice of God…
Date Published
November 11, 2025
Dan’s Drawing
By Dan
A drawing of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, sent to us by Dan.
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Self Reflection
By Sofia
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Beyond the Steel Mesh
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.
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ISSUE NO. 25
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2 MIN READ
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By Wolverine
I know you think you’re broken far too much to ever heal properly, like all those other folk that make life seem so real.
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