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    Your golden hair is brown under the blanket of night Strawberry-dipped in the rind of the piercing sun Your watermelon lips are rose-red But speckled with baby-pink hope when you smile Your fingers, pale as snow but strong as the olive green of a venerable leaf And your eyes, teal in the glimme...
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    We’ve all heard “Good things come to an end.” And when it’s obvious we just can’t pretend. The sun now covered by cloud after cloud, The sizzle of the fire no longer heard aloud. But how can we tell, how can we be sure If there’s a little more left for us to endure? Don’t want to...
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    I scream and scream Get me out of here Away from here now Please I’ve had enough But nobody hears Nobody listens And nobody isn’t a name Louder, I cry for help I slash my arms And tears stream down my face When will it be over? How can I make it end? I yell and yell But n...
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    Climbing, climbing, the pulsing wave towers over me Terrified, my arms slash through the blue water They cut the waves, smooth and crisp Sliding softly they reemerge; the water shows to trace of disturbance Climbing, climbing, the pulsing wave towers over me My legs beg to move but despondency ...
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    Rivers of creativity That used to run Through the vales of my head And the crevices of my bones Now, Dried, evaporated, gone Barren rifts of brain Just begging for some attention Like a sun without rays And an ocean without waves Are the rivers of my head Incomplete, forlorn, abandone...
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    A far-fetched dream on a far-away cloud An unrelenting heart beats ever so loud So many hopes and so many desires Encouraged by a deluge of liars Goals wide as the ocean times ten Ambitions strong as an army of 1,000 men Thoughts that caress the border of the world A flag of opportuniti...
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    The sting of tears As my throat closes in And my voice grows weak I know it's stupid It doesn't really matter Not a big deal But I can't help it I don't want to be mad I really don't But every single time That it happens I feel that same Sting of tears As my throat closes in An...
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    Standardized Testing. The phrase is powerful, unbelievably powerful. It makes us tremble like there's an earthquake, shake like a leaf in the wind, and quiver like the whiskers of a mouse hiding from a cat. Yes, believe me, it's that powerful. And it deserves that astronomical power; it can prou...
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    A quick wave, a half-smile that glimmers in the half-light, dancing on the lips Laughter, boiling somewhere deep within the labyrinth of our hearts, escaping through our throats and vanishing into the air A hug from a friend, arms open, bodies joining, hearts aligned Eye contact, pupils meeting, ...
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    ?Just a sip,? he says, reaching for a cup. ?Well, if it?s just a sip,? she responds, her eyebrows going up. His hand trembling on the cup, he knows they?ll think he?s lame Sip So he brings it to his lips; it?s fine- his friends are doing the same Sip He winces, then asks for more Sip She l...
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    A minute is not a minute When you?re happy and the smile is plastered to your face so that as much as you try to conceal it, it only smudges for a brief moment and then gleefully returns, a minute is .10 of an hour When you?re bored and the hands of the clock seem to be stuck so that you question...
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    WHY, when we have developed the art of Words so finely, so they still use Tanks and Missiles? WHY, when Language has nearly been perfected, do they resort to Guns and Bloodshed? WHY, when Words role off the tongue so naturally, do they so unnaturally force Bombs out of Cannons? WHY, when Words ar...
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    Pencil tapping, lips trembling, my mind is blank I reach into the very corners of my ideas And pull And pull And pull Nothing. Frustrated, I decide to try again And pull And pull And pull Nothing. Except a 12-line poem....
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    Voices, buzzing in my head, words with no meaning, my legs running, unaware that they?re still moving, involuntarily sprinting, coached by desperation, night stomps down, smashing the light and replacing it with its eerie cover, sirens roar, blue and red flashing, heads are nodded, words escape thro...
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    Her door is always closed Mine is always opened Her blinds block out the day Mine slide to welcome the sun Her hands stay tucked in pockets Mine dance blissfully through the air Her voice is dark and deep Mine light as a cotton ball Her hood traps her thoughts Mine hangs to let my ideas flo...
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    Decisions, Decisions, They emerge all the time Decisions, Decisions, And challenge your mind. Decisions, Decisions, There is no clear answer Decisions, Decisions, For days they might linger. Decisions, Decisions, Oh how they tickle your mind, Decisions, Decisions, The answer dangles i...
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    Clutter clouds her brain, propelling hot tears from her eyes, water cascading down the plains of her face, parallel rivers racing to the finish-line, her lips contorting, involuntarily stretched to the side as if by magnetic force, trembling, her eyes now glazed, staring far off into the distance, m...
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    Caught in a world where an A is expected and a B unplugs leaky faucets Caught in a world where a test is no longer an evaluation of intelligence but an application for acceptance Caught in a world where an essay lapses from freedom of expression to an evaluation of one?s worth Caught in a world w...
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    The current pulls the water, beckoning for its help The water slides, softly, delicately, like a snake about to pounce It curls under, enveloping its power inside its blue and white desires A tunnel appears, white bubbles escape the fierce trap The sun shines brilliantly, water reflecting its ra...
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    I?m not going to use big words Just because you want me to And I?m not going to make it rhyme Because you say it sounds better I?m just going to use Small Average Plain Words Written in Short Choppy Sentences And fragments And it is fine. Because I like it that way Because why ...
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    I used to say that I wanted to watch Bone-chilling news reports- slyly, I claimed I could take it up a notch And I would tell you that I wanted to go to the driving range That I liked carrying the buckets- you said I was strange I used to declare that I wanted to help cook Cinnamon and s...
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    I don't get it It's just a letter, a combination of swift pen marks, a juxtaposition of lines Three rivers of ink, that's all it is So I don't get it It's just a letter, but it's the first one we learn, maybe that's why The first is always best, unparalleled by any other But I don't get it...
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    I was shocked to find out. I thought I was the only one- it was too unusual- way too unusual for someone else to do it too. But as it turns out, there is someone else who is also forced to physically cover up the remaining pages of a book when nearing the end to prevent her self from skipping ahea...
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    A deluge of darkness floods from her room As I tip-toe down the hall My footsteps ghostlike, my shadow darkens the wall Her eyes obdurately blocking out the day I glance inside her door And with warmth my heart begins to soar At peace, her thin lips stretch to form a smile Her tiny frame ...
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    Bursting out of the doors of school, the world swells around me My brain unlocks and suddenly I can see Smiling lackadaisically, I let go of every thought Polynomials, aldehydes and esters, I remember not Instead, pictures of far-away places and vibrant colors dance through my head People long ...

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