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Coming of Age
Young love is failure after failure, dark, wrong, and meaningless. Developing each emotion in a twisted, tangled mark. Complicated, dramatic as a leech
Jessica SmithPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Genius of BoJack Horseman
Spoilers ahead for all 3 seasons of BoJack Horseman thus far. "That's a great question, Charlie. I, uh... uh, I... um..." This is how BoJack responds to Charlie Rose's question asking him what he has been doing since the cancellation of his sitcom, Horsin' Around, 18 years ago. This happens in the very first scene in the very first episode of the show and, as such, is one of BoJack's very first pieces of dialogue. What may seem like a simple joke initially becomes, with further context, the first signs of what, for lack of a better term, motivates BoJack as a character.
Alex GidleyPublished 7 years ago in GeeksMy Solitude World
I use to sit and wonder what my life will bring Will it bring joys? Will it bring love? Will I one day be happy? Or will it bring sorrow, pain and suffering?
Shannan Cimino StewartPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMorning Routines
Dawn dreams of simple pleasures The dew drops frosted upon the grass right in between your toes And then when it snows and gets much too cold
Ethan StilesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDecay
Caged in the chambers of familiarity. Domestication hasn't led to any tameness. What has it led to? Isolation. Isolation of oneself in safety. In comfortability.
Pilgrim
A son of man No; son of sam Transforming all strife On a journey through life Softly, seeking some meaning Searching and Keening
Ethan StilesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPlaced Into the Heart of My Love
Love was a snowflake for him. Pretty, cold and temporary in the making. Winter's air kept his emotions frozen. A gradual process of corrosion.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Know My Bottles Are Loved So Much
I know why bottles are loved so much. Bottles and humans have so much in common. Each bottle is unique. No bottles of cider are ever the same. The name of the brand. The fruit of their nationality. The beauty within. The thrills many seek. Pour its soul in a glass. And another one. And another one. Cheers with a cling.
Chloe GilholyPublished 7 years ago in Poets