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 Dec 2015 Bluebird
Lottie
Puns.
 Dec 2015 Bluebird
Lottie
At the root of my happiness,
Branching out from my soul
Is the thought that the people I love
Will never leaf me
And it stumps me
Because they are so beautiful
And so full of life
And they love *me.
 Dec 2015 Bluebird
Chalsey Wilder
I will help you not sit and listen.
I'll throw you out the party so you won't hear me ***** and moan**.
Part two
 Dec 2015 Bluebird
Rj
Closer
 Dec 2015 Bluebird
Rj
Closer and closer He pulls me
Begs me to follow Him
God, I want a fufilling relationship with You. I want to actually do something about it. I want to stop saying I am Christian and start being a Christian.
 Dec 2015 Bluebird
YoursTruly
Demons like to play pretend,
Seven, eight, nine, ten.
The lights go off again,
Will this madness ever end?
 Dec 2015 Bluebird
Denel Kessler
Best to absolve
the guilty
to hold pain
overfills the vessel
perpetrator and victim
awash in the same
liquid shame
spill this sorrow
let it become
a drop
in the vast
ocean.
 Dec 2015 Bluebird
Alex Durow
How free are you?

You wake up every day at a predetermined time that cooperates with your early morning schedule.

You hurry up and eat and get ready to make it to school.

When you get to school you have X minutes to be ready for class.

You run to a class you don't like but apparently need to make it there on time.

You sit for X amount of time in a classroom participating in activities and lectures you couldn't care less about.

Then, once the bell dismisses you, you run to another class, hoping to make it on time to the exact same situation you just faced.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

When the final bell lets you leave, you run to sports or speech practice or something you do to pad your resume, and work hard at a frivolous activity for X hours.

Once the practice is over, you run to your house to do the X hours of homework you have to do for those same classes that you spent X hours suffering through earlier that day.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

You work on a project and hurry to turn it in before an arbitrary deadline.

You finally turn it all in or get it done, and go off to do the nightly routine.

And as you lay your head down to your pillow, you set your alarm to that same time as every other night, like winding the clock backwards 24 hours to repeat what you just did once again.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

How much time was your time. When did you make your own choices?

I ask again:

How free are you?
Just thinking about how much of our lives we actually get to decide on.
 Dec 2015 Bluebird
Christina Cox
I stare at nothing.
That space between myself and something.
Nothing is the air, the molecules, and dust.
I stare at nothing to let my brain come up with something.
Some reason to live, to sleep, to eat.
I stare at nothing.
I do not stare at something.
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