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 Mar 2015 Charlie
Bo Burnham
There
 Mar 2015 Charlie
Bo Burnham
There goes someone.
                                    Here goes nothing.
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 Mar 2015 Charlie
Bo Burnham
Her eyes were like fire.
They weren't red or anything.
Not particularly warm, either.
They didn't glow or "appear to glow,"
whatever that means.

But they had that same strange blend of
familiar and miraculous---
and they were always nice to look at
after a long day of doing things.
 Mar 2015 Charlie
Bo Burnham
Us
 Mar 2015 Charlie
Bo Burnham
Us
I'll love you until I'm dead on the outside.
I'll give you every one of my mortal seconds.
I'll never leave your side.
I'll die holding your hand.
But after that, I want some "me time."
 Mar 2015 Charlie
Bo Burnham
Our love was a roller coaster.
It had ups and downs and I sat real close to her.
It had a real slow climb and a real quick drop.
I screamed "faster" and she begged it to stop.
I put up my hands and she held on tight.
Not a second of boredom on our rickety flight.
And when it came to a stop at that first safer place,
I said, "Let's do it again," and she puked in my face.
S h e   h a d   d r e a m t   o f   i t   a l l   o f   h e r   l i f e .
O n e   d a y   h e r   j o y   t o   b e   a   w i f e .
A   l i t t l e   g i r l   w i t h   w o n d e r s   t o   f a c e .
S o   l o v i n g .
S o   k i n d .
S u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   c h i l d .

P l a y i n g   f o r e v e r   a l l   a l o n e .
P l a s t i c   c h i l d r e n   n o w ,   o n e   d a y   h e r   o w n .  
A   l i t t l e   g i r l   l o v e   w o u l d   b e   h e r   g o a l .
S u c h   l o v e .  
S u c h   k i n d n e s s .
S u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   c h i l d . .

I s o l a t e d .   A   l o n e l y   l i t t l e   m i s s .
W i t h   a   c h i l d h o o d   o f   p r a c t i c e .
A i m s   s e t   a t   s u c h   a   t e n d e r   a g e .
S o   m u c h   l o v e   t o   g i v e .
S o   m u c h   k i n d n e s s   t o   s h a r e .
S u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   c h i l d .

Y e a r s   r o l l e d   a l o n g   s o   f a s t .
T h e   m a n   o f   h e r   d r e a m s   a r r i v e d   a t   l a s t .
F i n a l l y   h e r   d r e a m s   w e r e   r e a l i z e d .  
I n   l o v e   w i t h   h i m .
H i m   s o   k i n d .  
S u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   h e r o .

S o   h a p p y   a n d   s o   c o n t e n t .
W a s   h e a v e n   s e n t   o n   a   p l a t e .
A   w e d d i n g   t o   b e a t   t h e m   a l l .
T h e y   l o v e d .
K i n d r e d   s p i r i t s .
S u c h   a   w o n d e r f u l   m a r r i a g e .

T h e   n e w s   w i p e d   a w a y   h e r   d r e a m s .
H e r   m e m o r i e s   w e r e   a l l   e x t r e m e s .
W o n d e r i n g   w h a t   s h e   h a d   d o n e .  
H e   l o v e d   t o   r o a m .
W a s   k i n d   t o   o t h e r s .
S u c h   w a s   h i s   d e m e a n o u r .

  C h i l d l e s s   w a s   t o   b e   h e r   r o l e .
T h e   b e a t i n g s   h a d   t a k e n   a   t o l l .
H e   h a d   t a k e n   a w a y   h e r   d r e a m s .
Y e t   s h e   s t i l l   l o v e d   h i m .
K i n d n e s s   n o   m o r e .
S h e   w a s   s u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   t a r g e t .

W a r n i n g s   h a d   g o n e   a s t r a y .
F r o m   f r i e n d s   s h e   h a d   h i d   a w a y .
S t i l l   u n a b l e   t o   w a l k   a w a y .
H o p i n g   f o r   h i s   l o v e .
S h e   d r e a m t   h e   w a s   k i n d .
S u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   d r e a m e r .

S h e   l i v e s   i n   a n o t h e r   w o r l d   n o w .
S u c h   m e m o r i e s   a s   w h y ?   A n d   h o w ?
A   l i t t l e   g i r l   w i t h   w o n d e r s   t o   f a c e .
S o   l o v i n g .
S o   k i n d .
S u c h  a  t r a g i c  d r e a m e r .
19th March 2015
 Mar 2015 Charlie
Rachel Gosby
No more talking about if you’re not good enough. No more trying to fit in. No more calling yourself fit or ugly. No more with fighting, no more sadness in the air. No more you saying you’re sorry. No more killing or abuse. No more pain or regret. No more break-in. no more *****, no more ******* up to people. No more trying to be someone you’re not. No more hater or betrayal. No more broken dreams. No more false advertisement. No more wrongly accuse. No more lying to get your way. No more judging or back stay in other in the back. No more torture, No more tracks and skid. No more false hopes. No more stupidity. No more jealousy. No more disappointment or paddy nets. No more, time has come to say No more. Time has come to Stan together as one. Time has come to stranger than we ever been. Time has come to probe that we can be more then what we put out. Time has come to Stan together and say NO MORE.
 Mar 2015 Charlie
Arik Fletcher
We're all made of exploding stars,
A product of our cuts and scars,
Dwelling in the healing dark,
As we prepare to show our spark.

We're all made of exploding stars,
Our hearts locked behind frozen bars,
Dwelling on the pain we've felt,
Until the ice within can melt.

We're all made of exploding stars,
Just passing by en route to Mars,
Dwelling on the rush of days,
Shining in our special ways.
 Mar 2015 Charlie
e
Paradox
 Mar 2015 Charlie
e
I am a paradox
I love flowers, but I am not the kind of girl that you give them to.
I come alive at night, yet I'm afraid of the dark.
I am a messy person, but I like for things to be clean.
I have much to say, and say nothing at all.
I feel the need to run far, but despise running.
I am easily hurt yet I won't let you close enough to do that.
I have a wild heart trapped in a cage.
I am full of love but I won't give it anymore.
I love blue eyes yet I fell for brown.
I miss you but I don't wish for you.
I prefer being alone yet I hate being lonely.
I am complicated but easy to figure out.
I am neon pink yet prefer navy.
I am full, but I am still not filled.
 Mar 2015 Charlie
e
I finally have learned the difference between being used and being a good friend.
 Mar 2015 Charlie
lianne van oort
we're always looking for someone
who will love us,
who will take care of us,
who'll make us happy.
But as soon as we find someone who does,
we push them away.
Maybe we're just afraid to love.
Because the most painful thing is
losing someone you really like.
And maybe we're just afraid to be happy.
Because happiness can turn into sadness
so quickly.
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