A Place to Sit
Through the woods; no leafy green life; no eternal summer voicesspeak of the loneliness. ...
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An Evil Day
this code of stars encrypted in the darkness remembers evil blackeningthoroughly enclosing light drowning life and subduing the day intoendless night
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And This World
This selection can be found in Teen Ink: Written in theDirt, the sixth in the Teen Ink book series, comprised all of fiction andpoetry. All six books are available in bookstores nationwide and online ...
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Bathtubs and Unicorns
A plaid tablecloth, a moth-eaten curtain, A mothball closet, aclawfoot bathtub An orange silk shawl, a princess's royal gown. Aspace-age time machine, a glittering spaceship. ...
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Biological Father
Inside your apartment we speak Awkward words spill from ourmouths We would speak of memories But we've never shared any We've nevermet ...
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Blue Cotton Blanket
The room, painted in pinks and purples, holds a dark wooden crib inits corner. The radiator clicks softly on, lulling the newborn ...
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Driving With Elizabeth
All is quiet on the car ride home along back roads. Outside the airis relaxed: 68 degrees, damp. ...
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Fall Harvest
The smell of harvest, only smelt once a year. The smell of plant lifeslowly going dormant for the year. Changing leaves on trees, grain turninggolden brown beneath the fall sun. Farmers eagerly checking crops Everyonegetting excited to combine the first stem of grain. ...
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His Room
I follow his scent into his room, Empty without his cherishedpossessions. A shirt crumpled in the corner, A symbol of hisforgetfulness, My heart would not admit that he was gone. ...
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I Hold in My Hands
I hold in my hands An envelope with my address And a familiar namein the corner Without a return ...
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Kiss of October
The gray sky fell with tiny teardrops Billions upon billions fell uponmy bare feet and the pale blue porch I felt the energetic rumble The ragethat flashed across the sky That shook my whole being ...
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Lighthouse to My Childhood
This selection can be found in Teen Ink: Written in theDirt, the sixth in the Teen Ink book series, comprised all of fiction andpoetry. All six books are available in bookstores nationwide and online ...
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my world is how i create it
my world isart with every push of abrush or stroke of ...
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Sitting on Treetops
You and I sit on tattered treetops, Burning beneath a sky so dim withhatred It is unrecognizable. We fade in and out of the earth'svision; Closing like fetal roses ...
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Staring Contest
Intense, marauding eyes stare into my soul Engulfing and stealing mysecrets Poking and prodding through my brain Stripping me of anycover Until I'm completely vulnerable ...
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The Driftwood House
Perched on the edge of yon lonely cliff Like a gull Poised on ahill Hunches the rickety driftwood house Where the wind is shrill ...
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The Fall Feeling
I stare out the third story window, Eyeing unobtrusively theblue-green steeple, Protruding from the sea of tall trees which block theneighboring masonry, Whose varied shades foreshadow the coming change ofseason, The stone-washed turquoise tile blends well with the sky'shues, ...
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The Wave
In the beginning, It was a distant, tiny rumble, another blip on thehorizon Occupying a corner of my peripheral vision, no threat to the securityof my precious castle, I went back to counting the sand flecks Once in awhile, I noticed the gap between us growing smaller, and smaller, ...
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The Wind Be Their Shroud
(A Holocaust Poem) on those dusty days absent of clouds whenstench matched sight, rotting and bleak they were piled to the sky, the windbe their shroud ...
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Today She Left
She left today and carried with her the relentless ring, ring, ring ofthe phone. The piano amasses dust, no longer able to croon its sweetmelodies. Silence thickens like the air on a scorching humidday. Loneliness smothers, like a fire that blazes with the damperclosed ...
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two hearts
A shout erupts somewhere It sparks a fire in my heart And emotions gushout: The raging waterfall of my soul. I scream louder than I knew Icould ...
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When did love stop making sense? Was it during the Renaissance? Didit start with Louis and Antoinette, In the heart of France? ...
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A damp fog is a wet leaf that squelches underfoot it feels likeslippery leather, smells like moist earth, and tastes like an autumn rain.
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all staring at the same - and yet purple scrawlings crisscross todancing as the train speeds bluegreenorange wires blend and blue but itis we who are moving (slithering) ...
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Winter Song
(Freezing Pain of a Kiss) Winter's song, a spitefulmelody, sung through frozen lips, ...
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