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The Charger Bulletin

April 27, 2016


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What if grass is greener on the other side, Because it’s always raining there, Where the ones who never fail to give, Hardly have enough to spare, Where the people with the broadest smiles, Have pillows filled with tears, And the bravest ones you’ve ever known, Are crippled by their fears, It’s...

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The Charger Bulletin

April 13, 2016


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Pursuit of Perfect Do not give me only perfect For there is beauty in what lacks, The things that are most true Are filled with flaws, covered in cracks. So stumble on your sentences, Forget the words you need, To those parading as perfection I must say; pay them no heed. For it is you and...

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The Charger Bulletin

April 6, 2016


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He watched every single sunrise As though it was his very first, Like through the grey light of the dawn A golden firework had burst. But in truth he simply wondered What other gifts horizons hold, Until he had himself convinced That one could turn his dull world gold. So he set all of his sights On...

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The Charger Bulletin

March 23, 2016


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It’s like our lives are post and future, And the point at which they meet Is the line that we must walk To keep the present at our feet. And as long as you stay balanced You will learn that all is fine, Regret and worry cannot touch you Unless you step off the line. ~E. H

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The Charger Bulletin

March 2, 2016


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“So I let her go, For it was unfair for me to keep her. It was the hardest thing I’d ever done, But I knew it was right. She was a bird, I had caged, That had forgotten how to fly, But dreamed of clouds, When she closed her eyes.” -Atticus

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The Charger Bulletin

February 17, 2016


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“I look at her sometimes, And wonder, out of all the faces In the world How did I find one So perfect For me.”

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The Charger Bulletin

February 10, 2016


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Mother Earth THE MOUNTAINS ARE MY BONES, THE RIVERS MY VEINS THE FORESTS ARE MY THOUGHTS, AND THE STARS ARE MY DREAMS THE OCEAN IS MY HEART, ITS POUNDING IS MY PULSE THE SONGS OF THE EARTH WRITE THE MUSIC OF MY SOUL

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The Charger Bulletin

February 3, 2016


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There are two kinds of loneliness, one you feel when you’re all alone, and the other you feel in a crowded room, when you realize you’re the only person who knows what it’s like to be you. -atticus

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The Charger Bulletin

December 9, 2015


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The Numbers Game There are 559 plates 4000 plastic cups stacked in 10 by 10 row crates, about 10,000 utensils 600 bowls 354 pans and 3 coffee stains that lay across the blue and green tiles that cover this place, I know because I took the 40 hours you give me a week to count them individually, 5...

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The Charger Bulletin

November 25, 2015


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If I write What you may feel But cannot say. It does not Make Me a poet. It makes me a bridge. And I am humbled And I am grateful To assist your heart in speaking. -grateful

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The Charger Bulletin

October 28, 2015


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She often felt lonely, Despite a crowded room. She liked to stay up late, And tell stories to the moon. She danced in what little light, The stars allowed to be seen, And she often kept herself awake, For the night time was but a dream. (a.r.)

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The Charger Bulletin

September 30, 2015


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Thoughts I long to hold the wind So I may know the weight of thoughts, For both can bend the trees Yet shy away from being caught. But nets woven from wishes Only scatter their direction, While some blink out forever To avoid closer inspection. Perhaps if I am lucky I can pin some in my ink, But...

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The Charger Bulletin

September 23, 2015


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Leave your worries by the shore line, And run your bare feet through the sand, Let the water be a soft bed, When you cannot bear to stand, Make friends with flying seagulls, And hold the sun up on your palm, Before you duck beneath the water, Where the world is mute and calm, Tell the fish all...

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Marina Jube

April 22, 2015


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From Up Above And she wakes you every morning With golden pink hands And she kisses you goodnight With her beautiful moonlite dance And She whispers in your ear, when the wind decides to blow. And she reaches for you, when the waves kiss the shore. And She shines her morning rays touching y...

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The Charger Bulletin

April 8, 2015


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2:36 AM 2 am is for the poets who can’t sleep because their minds are alive with words for someone who’s not there. For the alcoholics drinking themselves into amnesia to forget someone who left. 2 am is not for the lovers asleep in each other’s arms. It is for the lonely, the...

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