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  The Power of Paper

  

  By Lyvie, Knoxville, TN

  A blank piece of paper: to some, it is a worthless bit of rubbish fit to be thrown away. To others, an empty sheet of paper is only useful to scribble or doodle on when boredom strikes; some people find a piece of paper- blank or otherwise- terrific kindling; others use paper to keep records or jot ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Little Bird

  

  By Lyvie, Knoxville, TN

  Dream big, little bird. Dream your wildest dreams. Dream of dancing about in the heavens Or of flitting about carelessly in the skies’ greatness. Dream of freedom and independence Or of flocking with your birdie friends. Dream yourself full of grace, of agility, of speed. Dream yourself to...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Impetus for Poetry

  

  By Lyvie, Knoxville, TN

  Come- the call- and let us Speak of things unspoken Identify impetus For poetry unbroken For epic’s driving force The poem’s inspiration Would only be, of course The human life foundation A battle’s every cause The ruler of the earth Definer of the laws Of hardship and of mirt...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Running From What?

  

  By Lyvie, Knoxville, TN

  Locked Enclosed in a capsule of endless time Trapped Nowhere to go but out- must get out Searching There must a weakness somewhere Located Must squeeze through the crack Escape Need to slip away in silence Discovered They know that I’m gone Pursued The driving fear of di...
• Opinion > Points of View
  Living Broader than a Speck of Dust

  

  By Lyvie, Knoxville, TN

  I had just gotten home from a particularly trying day of school. Nothing was going right. Finals were the next week, stress was high, and nobody was experiencing the jolly spirits of the Christmas season. To make it even worse, some of my most cherished relationships were falling apart, some relat...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Dawning Winter

  

  By Lyvie, Knoxville, TN

  Nature had paralyzed earth in the stillness of a newborn winter day. The spiciness of the chilled air permeated through the morning fog. Wind gently stirred the desiccated, brown leaves that hung dead upon the hibernating trees. My nose stung from the burning iciness that invaded my thoughts, but...