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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    She sits cross-legged on her mattress wrapped in white blankets wondering who you see when you look into her eyes Would it pain you to see her burn her lungs, wanting the chance to feel something more than the sweetness of Kinder Eggs inside her? If she gave herself away to a stranger...
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    You feed your soul with salt And carbs And ramble DIZZY dreams, With a childlike mind, you wander Far - Though not out of reach It seems. And I lie in bed as you indulge In flavours, to me Unknown, Wondering If the taste has set you free Or made your thirst-driven tongue Cry for home...
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    Sir I'm trying my best to understand what thoughts he's made of, this worldly man who travels not only on train tracks, through rivers, across oceans and seas but passes to realms Unknown to these - This Reader she's trying to uncover what his innocent heart has begun to discover...
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    She bows her head down, taking her pen to paper and her words begin to dance. A blonde stream drips like a waterfall from her head, her face heavily painted with bright colours. She looks vibrant. But I watched her as she wrote, and I saw it: how the makeup masks her pain. Behind the ...
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    Sleep holds me tightly in his arms at 9:13AM and I can't escape his hold on me. My head pounds as I will myself to escape from within his firm clutch. But despite my attempts I cannot stop him from shutting my eyelids, closing them so that my eyelashes meet and cling to each other lik...
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    My grandma's jealousy is seeping into my bloodstream and I'm starting to understand my grandfather's frustration - his temper. Lately, I've got his sharp tongue and tendency to blame the world for my own imperfections. I'm so sorry I blamed you for the hollowness inside me and I apologiz...
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    And here I am, sitting On the bathroom floor Watching strands of hair fall out of my head as I comb through the knots And I wonder to myself what moment it was When my poems began to shed Their depth...
  • Hot Topics > What Matters
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    My dad randomly decided to ask me if all my friends were still close this year. My automatic response was "yeah, of course." But when I think about it, so much has changed. Two of the girls I thought were attached at the hip rarely speak anymore, and it's changed everything. They do...
  • Nonfiction > Heroes
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    I was always jealous of her. I wanted to be her. Even when we were eight years old, she had her own voice. She stood up for what she believed in - I never had that kind of courage as a little girl, and I still don't think I do. She was always beautiful: I wanted blue eyes that twinkled more than...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Every morning, I start my day with the same routine: I get up and go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and then come pick out an outfit for the day. Picking up my contacts, I head back to my mirror, earbuds in ad blasting loud, and put the contacts in place, right eyes first and followed by the lef...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    They say that if your dreams don't scare you, they aren't big enough. But what if we are so afraid of our dreams - or rather, failing to achieve them - that we are tempted to lock ourselves in our rooms, climb into bed, and hide under the covers, almost as if we fear the presence of a monster und...
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    Grandma says she loves me because I am always smiling. She loves that I am always laughing, and that I am always happy. She says to me, "Always smile, darling granddaughter, because there is nothing more wonderful that happiness." But would my grandma love me less if she knew I don't always smile...
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    There is a box underneath my bed at the very front with a broken lock, decorated in purple and green designs of flowers, blooming. You would notice it within an instant of entering my room. I used to keep everything you gave me Inside. It's full of birthday cards Pictures of us as toddle...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I'm still held prisoner in this sleepless night And I don't understand why I'm not drifting into dreams. Maybe It's because my mind is too busy Thinking of your intoxicated blush, Your wet eyes, Trying to imagine how your lips would feel Moving against mine Bodies knit together like a war...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    I long to be cradled by 2am's cool, black blankets To be kissed Tenderly by his silence. I want 2am to know the details of my face, To trace my lips with his soft fingers, To detangle my messy locks and mind with them, And be able to see, Despite the darkness That my face is home To a ...
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    Maybe I'm too caught up in fantasy, in fairytales and dreams and maybe I need to wake up and realize life isn't always a storybook; it doesn't play out with a happy ending. In fables, the characters "live happily ever after," but in real life, the end is death and that's all it can be. A...
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    Its not that I'm jealous - honestly, I'm not. Its just that it makes me wonder what they have that I didn't. What makes me different, and why do I have to sit and sit and watch as other people easily get what I one day dreamt about, every minute - every second of the day? I know I'm no...
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    I don't want to write cheesy poems about blooming flowers, and life in metaphors that everyone has already heard of and read. I don't want to fade into the background, move away, have you forget my name, my stories, my passion. I want to write something that will make people feel. I want...
  • Poetry > Limerick
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    Maybe I thought you could love me because you don't know me and everyone who's known me has built up walls that keep me out. But even you miles upon miles away from my soul have managed to hide the key to my car and have locked me out of your heart. I don't know where to seek shelter an...
  • Poetry > Limerick
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    It's okay. I was never good enough for him, anyway The timing wasn't right, and we're too different ...But we were so perfect - I wish he saw it. Maybe in an alternate univers where he wasn't so cocky and I was thinner, prettier and he wasn't so full of himself and I was more confident, be...
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    I feel stupid, thinking about someone I never see, hoping that he whispers my name in his sleep because he is too scared of what his parents will think if my name rolls off his tongue. His tongue. His words. His lips. His hands; how the very thought of them holds me prisoner, trapped in ev...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    10 months to mess around and make memories that will have have to be good enough for a lifetime 310 days to decide what I want to do with my life: who I want to be, where I want to go, my dreams, my goals, my desires 7,440 hours until my tears no longer drop into highschool pools and on old lock...
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    I used to think life was my own, personal canvas to paint however I wanted: abstract, portraits, watercolour, acrylics. But i didn't realize the world was full of so many other artists all struggling to get their designs sketched onto the Earth's gentle fabrics. The canvas can only SPREAD...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Maybe you'll come running back one day: hazel eyes, crooked smile, smelling like chlorine and antiques. You'll want something telling me you were wrong before about your infatuation with green eyes telling me that you're no longer colourblind. You'll take my hand holding it carefully, as o...
  • Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
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    I am a student in the most beautiful city on the face of the planet, where the mountains reach the clouds and the setting sun kisses the ocean's gentle waves as they crash gracefully against the sand. I'm passionate about everything I try to do, and I aim to do it well. I am a writer: one ...

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