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 Nov 2014 Margar
MysteryBear
There was a girl.
And this girl wore her heart on her sleeve
Everyone saw this and everyone cared.

There was a guy.
And this guy wore his scars on his skin
Everyone saw this but no one cared.

Why would they?
She was beautiful, had a voice that made waking up worth while
He was beautiful too but you couldn't see that through his denials

The girl finally noticed the guy.
He was the only one who never said hi

She asked why he never cared
He answered "I'm sorry your majesty"

This went back and forth for a couple weeks
Until one day he didn't come to school

There was a guy.
And this guy hung a crown around his neck
No one saw this but everyone cared

The girl finally noticed the guy.
He was the only one who never said bye
Stop worrying about yourself all the time because there are tons more people in the world that need caring for too.
 Nov 2014 Margar
Emma Marke
I'm sitting in the 24 hour diner that’s down the street from your apartment staring at my untouchded coffee and I can’t help but to think that even now, at 3:14 in the morning, you could still come running in here, cheeks flushed from the cold and snowflakes still in your tousled hair. Even at 3:14 in the morning the door could chime and you would come in here and look and find me at our favorite booth. And you would sit down and it would just be like how it used to be.

But it’s 3:14 in the morning, and I’m here staring at my untouched coffee while your car isn’t in your driveway, and the door never chimes.
 Nov 2014 Margar
Bill
The labor of love is lost
in this age of Accommodation.
Technology, Anonymity,
and worst of all
Isolation.
 Nov 2014 Margar
Bill
Its not your fault, I say to her and my surprise,
Rationalization is just an internalized lie.

Despite what happened, it's what I must do,
To not end up lonely and dejected too.

We pick up the pieces and move along,
To this monotonous yet comfortable song.
 Nov 2014 Margar
Marium Iqbal
War
 Nov 2014 Margar
Marium Iqbal
War
My brain is the gun.
My thoughts the bullets.
My hand is the trigger.
Society's hateful words pull it.
 Nov 2014 Margar
Ashton Nance
The fault in our stars is inevitable.
We all know that stars explode but what we see is a beautiful blast of light.
That's how my love is for you.
I'm shouting into the void and risking oblivion but the strength and depth of my love is infinite.
When you're gone, I'll experience a pain that's 10/10
But in the end I know that I'll be
Okay.
I just watched tfios yesterday so I thought it'd be fitting to write a poem about it. This is dumb, lol.
"It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you,"
but seriously don't you want to?
I'm giving you permission,
I'm giving you the go.
Because all I want to know is who you are,
along with what you fear, what you love, what makes you smile and laugh.
And in the end it's ok if you want to let me go,
I'll treasure every moment we spend together even if you don't.
The first line is one of my favorite quotes from John Green's *The Fault in our Stars*.
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