An Apology for Not Doing Anything Wrong
I'm sorry that memories of youraffections were smeared off my hand by ...
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At Night
At night, when the black sky blots out my religious ink, Iwonder if you can sense my dreams ...
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Blessed Are the Meek
At 2:04 on this October afternoon, the class in the library is mostlyfocused. The students congregate at the computers, searchingdatabases. Others go to the shelves, resting ...
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Brian
(after David Huddle) He sat watching TV, A sweet talker justturned 17 and you could tell ...
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Forgotten
Harsh colors surround The Man As he pities himself. He feels sobad, not worthy. The world lies forgotten, unexplored. ...
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High School
With the knowledge Of Our World Our World Of HighSchool I've realized ...
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I Dreamed
I dreamed I was a rescue worker In New York Digging through therubble Willingly
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I Lost Myself
Somewhere inbetween acting and acting like I thought I should, I lostmyself. Pinned down under friends' interpretations, And parents' emptyhopes, I lost myself. ...
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Lab Tech
Darkness everywhere with polka-dotted specks of light that glowso beautifully, yet don't light up the vast darkness thatsurrounds me so completely that I can't seem to find my Airwalkswhich are on my feet.
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Normalcy
I saw a famous man eating soup in Paris He didn't seem soimportant With chicken broth on his chin. He didn't daintily dip hisspoon He raucously slurped his cream of mushroom ...
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Summer Home
Yellow discolored pages of a book Untouched by modern technology Nestledaway in the tranquility of nature Stands tall Overlooking the stagnantwater of the pond ...
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The Bees
Sometimes I envy The bees in their hives Busy, always busy And toooccupied to consider. The properties and formation ...
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The Lost Land
His face had the Softness of the white marble composing the TajMahal the Depth of the cobalt mountains cascading forever in the Nepalivalleys the Eternity of the snaking trail of the Great Wall of China theSerenity of an afternoon passed at the Pashupatinath Temple ...
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To the Girl Who Looks Into Me Every Morning ...
You call it make up. I call it a mask. You apply that powder to cover the sourness ...
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Sandcastles stand The waves wash away The packed sand
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Everything packed neatly In a tight beautiful bundle of annoyance Upon God's cupboard - out of my reach Unless I choose to jump for ...
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Winter
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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