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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Little boys croon about a hippopotamus, and how much they want one for Christmas, but I got something not found at Toys-R-Us for Hanukkah, I received A new thesaurus. I unwrapped it with a flourish, and let out a great yelp, because I knew, indeed, my writing this would help. ...
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    I know I'm not fearless; I'm scared of lots of things: I'm not scared of the dark, but what's waiting in it. I know I'm not brave; I shudder in danger's face: I know when I should stay put, but I run like a soldier retreating. I know I'm not beautiful; ...
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    I knew after one glance that she was the kind of person my mother had always told me to be extra nice to. She had that aura around her. Her clothes didn’t quite fit and were faded and torn. Her hair was greasy, and it looked like she’d thrown it into a ponytail without brushing it first. She slo...
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    I remember that feeling of falling. Falling for an eternity. It was only a four foot drop, but by the time I’d reached the ground, it felt like hours of falling, falling, falling. By the time I hit the mulch, there were already tears in my eyes. A little boy, probably three years old, toddled towa...
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    In the corner of the room, all that hides me is shadows. Sometimes, even they abandon me, fleeing from the predator, light, that comes on its daily hunt. Other times, the shadows protect, standing strong against my captors, for they cast their spells and muddle the senses of the enemy. Their magic i...
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    Its rosy fingers curl, Like the tendrils of dawn, Around the hillsides and beyond, Never stopping in its hunt for splendor. Its beautiful colors burn, Like the pigments of the toucan, Filling the sky with enormous chaos, But giving it perfection, all the same. Its arch is everlasting, Like ...
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    Bells ring. People chatter. I am virtually ignored. No one takes notice of me sitting here writing, scribbling as if to myself. At least it is better than talking to no one. Teacher calls roll, everyone is silent. The noise picks up again. No one would mind if I wasn’t here. I am ...
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    He touched me like an angel, soaring down from the clouds. Though his wings merely brushed me, I am forever impacted. His kindness was unending, never waiting for a reason why. His face was ever-smiling never once turning to a frown. Ryan touched me like an angel, soaring down from ...
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    The trill of a flute, clear and sweet, twittering like a bird song. The boom-boom of a drum, loud and solemn like the stomp of an elephant. The whine of a saxophone, low and drawn out, just like the cry of a monkey. The tune of a clarinet, beautiful and regal, playing like the calls of the ...
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    1. Beginning: August 1920 Meet Billie Jo, whose Daddy named her, born before the doctor could come. Knew her Daddy always wanted a boy. Sorry that she came instead. Never getting a brother or sister even though her Ma tried and tried. Finding out her Ma was expecting made her wonde...
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    O P E N OPEN OPEN OPEN OPEN O P E N never changes just keeps flashing OPEN OPEN OPEN OPEN just like the whole town never stops never changes babies are born elders die but nothing changes every person born exactly the same as the one who just died. O P E N OPEN OPEN...
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    What if a life shattered, pieces flying apart like a just-popped balloon? What if a life tumbled, turning over and over like clothes in a dryer? What if a life was crushed, broken into pieces like a foot through a mirror? What if a life was destroyed, memories set aflame and going up in smoke...
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    Need to write, need to write, have no sharpened pencil. Trying to think with candle light, no electricity to sharpen it. Trying to keep the thoughts in my mind. The crank sharpener is jammed. Finally a sharpened pencil. The thought is gone. Need to write, need to write, never get it down. Need to wr...
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    I am a being of the Earth. I spread my wings and soar through blankets of blue skies. I ready my feet and bound along an old worn nature path, faster than a jack rabbit, far more graceful than an eagle. My long, scaly body slides along the ground, silent. My two back paws, protective of my home, s...
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    the sole of my soul, different sides. the muddy crevices where despair likes to hide. the ridged curves where misery resides. flat open spaces is joy’s abode. excitement sits on the tip all alone. and in the far back, never seeing the light of day, fear of my own....
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    flipside of my pillow like the flipside of the sun. cold and dark, unknown and fearful. flipside of my hand like the flipside of the soil. lined and weathered, soft and welcoming. flipside of my mirror like the flipside of the world. everything the same, but excruciatingly different...
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    didn’t know it was possible. there are a lot of things i don’t know but this was most important on that list. in school they teach that your lungs do the breathing. but that’s a lie. in school they teach that gravity keeps you on the ground. but that’s a lie. in school they ...
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    brown’s no longer the color of dirt. it’s now the color of his sparkling eyes. eyes that look right into mine. blue’s no longer the color of tears. it’s now the color of the coat we shared. the coat that mingled his scent with mine. purple’s no longer t...
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    when every little thing he says makes you laugh, when every little thing he does makes your heart leap, when every little thing he doesn’t say makes you long, when every little thing he does...
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    white wall banged up from chairs and tables and elbows and knees. marked up from years and years of growing and growing. stained from crayons and markers ...
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    The path seems to stretch on forever, each wooden plank, individual, telling its own story. The grasses, more shades of green than there are crayons, bowing to their master, the cool wind. The water, someplaces murky brown and others pure blue, housing the gators and fish and crabs, sanctua...
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    You walk in the room, Straight inside, And right to your left, A picture’s trying to hide. Behind an Indian doll Without a face, Beside a black box, An old record case. Next to a signed baseball, Jackie Robinson, it reads, Directly across from a set of books, About all your household...
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    People People say words. People lie. Do they know what they’re causing when they don’t even try? People do things. People misbehave. Do they think stupid actions make them seem brave? People blame others. People accuse. Do they realize it’s just another form of abuse? People lack...
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    I used to stand, back against the ocean, listening to the calls of the seagulls, taking comfort in the whoosh of the waves, feeling each fresh, salty breath in my lungs, and each grain of sand between my toes. I used to walk, feet being pulled in by the tide, watching the innumerable gul...
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    It’s never quiet in the classroom, Teachers talking over Students talking over Brains thinking. It’s never quiet in the lunchroom, Mouths are chewing while the Mouths are talking while the Teeth are grinding. It’s never quiet in the gymnasium, Throwing equiptment, Throwing tantrums,...

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