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 Jun 2019 Callie Richter
behind my friends bathroom mirror
is a helping hand

A blue pill a white pill in two orange bottles


“we will help
we will bring you closer to

the clouds

let us shut your eyelids

you don’t have to wakeup anymore”

how do I say no to bliss?
let me decompose

I’m ready to be with the stars
I know the toothless women
Who crumple on the streets
The rain bleeds through their cardboard,
The cold drips through their feet

I know the dying children
With anaesthetic arms
The angels crowd around them
With time that burns their palms

I've hugged the brainwashed gangsters
With money drenched in blood
I've heard their broken weeping
While digging up the mud

I've seen the starving faces
Of the tired girls at home
The broken, hectic psyches
That eat them to the bone

I know the burning poets
With a desperate thirst for life
The need for finding soulmates
That pierces like a knife

There's weary public servants
Who risk their lives for good
And prove compassion every day
Yet stay misunderstood

Human love is buried
Beneath the plastic weight
Of angry allegations
And a world that feeds off hate

These people may be messy,
But they're beautiful and real
With hidden dreams and secrets
And ability to feel

We have a place to run to
With lights of peach and gold
Where all the weight is lifted
And all our tales are told

We live in total freedom
So safe beneath the moon
And though it seems ambitious
Our dreams will save us soon
The night brings comfort to those who need it most
 Mar 2018 Callie Richter
Go ahead and keep playing with me.
You think it's funny that you made me weak.

But in this moment I say no more,
the tables have turned and I stand strong.
And beware,
because I can make hell feel like home.
She was broken and hurt

trying to survive through the pain

she danced until her feet went numb

and her thoughts were gone

She let the music take control

her lifeless body was now alive

and her empty mind was full

-Gillian Askeland
These voices and thoughts just won’t go away.

Am I really what you say?

Just tell me its okay.

Tell me they don’t want to play

“They just want to see you grey,

and decay”

-Gillian Askeland
Loving and fighting

Accusing, denying

I can’t imagine a world with you gone.

I just want to pull you in and hear your heartbeat.

I still want you, can you hold on?

I’ll take your hand and guide you to love.

Now I’m holding on to these memories

Crying and driving while I scream

“Please don’t leave me, Hold on”

I don’t wanna let go

-Gillian Askeland
you make me so anxious.

i don't understand why you don't like me anymore
i mean
i do know the answer
but not in the context that is given
if they have forgiven me
why isn't that enough

why isn't their happiness enough for you
when you say that's what you strive for
you are the thing that makes them this way
the thing that makes them anxious
the thing that kills their creativity
the thing that keeps them from making positive relationships in their life

the fact that i am not able to be in the same room as them makes me sick to my stomach
without their worry of getting in trouble
for asking me how they can help
for asking me what's wrong when no one else would

maybe i'm looking at this all wrong
maybe they don't want me in their life at all
but they're too nice to admit that
out of fear of hurting my feelings

that's never what they wanted
but you couldn't see that, now would you?
writer's club no. 3
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