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  • Fiction > Romance
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    Dear Santa, It’s me; I know its been a while since I’ve written to you. You probably started to think I didn’t believe anymore – I won’t lie, I didn’t for a while, but I always hoped. So why did I write this year, and not years before? What changed my mind, you ask? I didn’t know w...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    You know, you have these rings of green around your pupils, right in the middle of your crystal-blue eyes. They're quite evident, too. I can't believe I hadn't noticed sooner how green they really were, and how they contrast with the rest of your iris. At the park today, right before you kissed me...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Those two minutes may have just been the most petrifying moments of my life. My dad and I have always been close. When I was 2 years old, he enrolled me in swimming classes, holding me as I splashed in the water with my chubby toddler hands. I loved the water, and I loved Saturday morning swimmi...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Dear Santa, Thank you. It got to me about a week late, but I received my parcel - I guess I owe my little sister an apology for telling her you didn't exist. I've never received a GIFT like this one before, you know: it had a lot of small parts that made it mean so much more. Here's how it we...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    How odd and amazing it is To think that someone Who was once a stranger Is now the reason behind the smile You wake up with every morning, To think that his fingers have mapped Destinations on your body Where you never new land existed, That his lips have kissed holy ground, And his tongu...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    You are the drunken kiss that made me feel again, My smeared red lipstick, ruby red. You are the medicine to my numb heart, Thoughts dancing in my head. You are honest words, a gentle heart, a jewel, one of a kind. You are words on blogs at midnight, feelings my vocabulary struggles to fin...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    He settled me down for a little while, Chased away my demons; I used to have this fear of staying at home On the weekends, Being in my room every evening, Missing out on life - He changed that. When he spoke, I heard music And I could taste the notes on his breath, Could smell the liquor...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    He solves math problems in his sleep, and I collect vintage tea cups. He thinks I'm silly For searching the back corners of thrift shops, gathering vinyls, never planning on buying a record player; I keep telling him I like how they collect Dust, How they are bent at the corners, scratche...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    1. A mechanic: someone who can fix my broken parts, put the pieces back together, and identify the missing chips - parts I lent out to fix others and never got back. 2. A scientist: someone who can gauge my reaction under any circumstance; what state I'm in at different temperatures...
  • 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...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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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...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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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...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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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 ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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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...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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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 ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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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...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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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...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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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 ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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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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