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Teen Ink Magazine, February 2006 : Poetry Articles

“Meninism”
by AJ C., Gilford, NH
Please, darling, lecture me more about
how I never open the door for you.
That’s how a real man should act.
A real man ...
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Convoluted
by Matt C., Beverly, MA
A caffeinated, turbulent, unstoppable warp-spasm of energy
Explodes into rooms, knocking people over with embraces
Screaming their names as she pulses with radiance,
This perpetual firecracker spins out of control
I hate her ...
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Echoes of Silence
by Jessie L., New City, NY
These forbidden words we are yearning to speak


Hinder our vocal chords
Leaving vast tunnels of silence ...
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Face
by Marie C., Caspar, CA
Day after day the faces slide by in a rush of light and color
Everyone dashing by in masses of blurred humanity
Their faces pale splotches of color amidst the multicolored swirl
Streaming like a river down the streets and over North Bridge
Flowing and merging as they dash up Main Street ...
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Freeze
by Carolyn C., Crown Point, IN
Someone calls out freeze
And you’re sitting here by me
On a cold black floor
And our tennis shoes are touching
...
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Gullible Girl
by Amber W., Sturgis, MI
Sweet, Silly, Gullible Girl

You thought you loved him
But it wasn’t so.
Sweet, Silly, Gullible Girl ...
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Hide and Seek
by Diana F., Scotch Plains, NJ
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!
Where are you?
Are you in the closet of lies?
Are you under the bed of loyalty?
Are you behind the door of secrets? ...
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Illusion
by Kimberly B., Hilton, NY
I never think of you
I have no reason to
Once, I almost thought of you
then I remembered
I don’t remember you ...
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In Mr. Lincoln’s Footsteps
by Martin H., Cincinnati, OH
A backwoods in the remote forests of Kentucky,


Self-educated, a manifestation of humble beginnings
Arabian Nights with a dash of Shakespeare and ...
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Ode to My Heart
by Kensley H., Lebanon, MO
Hearts have been commercialized
Made into chalky, pastel-colored candy
Pasted on cards by the hands of small children
Folded in half and dropped in a box
Put on a stick and wrapped up in plastic
But no matter how much you ask
I will never give you mine




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Sequestered: On Three Separate Occasions
by Jeseka L., Conyers, GA
He sings summer in his voice
green leaves and heat,
and I can taste the last of spring
on the tip of his finger,
as he plays ballads with his weeping eyes
tells me I’m beautiful
without saying a word.




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Stare
by Stephanie P., Newark, DE
You stare at me with dreams breathing
in and out of your nose like you are under water,
You kick your legs, and I realize I’m wet too,
and I’m wrapped in your arms,
We sit on the beach and wonder ...
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The Beginning
by Sandra H., New City, NY
Locked in the bathroom with your best friend as a witness
The words I dare you ringing in your ears
I tried to look into your smirking blue eyes
My gaze was directed elsewhere
A strong hand on my tingling lower back pulling me close ...
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The Converted
by Tara V., Brookline, MA
He is the converted,
the father keeping faith through
a season of layoffs at Red Cab and two,
one and a half, three games behind the Yankees.
Religion adopted and the mother doesn’t know ...
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The Love (after Mary Oliver)
by Jake P., Califon, NJ
The first love
I ever got
Would not lie to me
Softly she spoke
but the love died ...
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The Perfect Lie
by Alisha S., Chalfont, PA
Tick, tock, tick, tock ...
I hear the clock as I watch the hours,
Minutes and seconds drift through my fingertips
As I wish to feel your fingers running through my hair,
And your lips, I long to touch ... ...
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Vioin Recital, May, 1994
by Victoria B., Brooklyn, NY
Sitting in a big white room - white walls, white ceiling, gray carpet
A grand piano, slick like wet tar, spread out in the middle of the room.
Mini violins on small laps, balancing dangerously on the edges of knees
Little performers fiddling with their bows and cases and rosin ...
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Wasted Freeze
by John S., Orrville, OH
Valentine’s Day
It’s the same every year
Friends walk the halls with gifts
While I stare with jealousy
Hiding my empty hands ...
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