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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The sound of stars' apologizes after a series of accidental collisions keeps insomnia and I company I dip myself into darkness (only to switch the light back on and fish myself out again, because who can sleep when the night is awake?) Restlessness starts at the marrow of my bones an...
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    My seventh grade teacher's name was Mr. Mattheson and he thought that I was hopeless. But I really did try to care about the capital to every country all the steps in photosynthesis and how to graph parabolas, and I tried so hard to stay awake. And Mr. Mattheson, I learned every d...
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    I think too much; I've spent all my birthdays and Christmases first days of school's and field trips school nights and weekends thinking about everyone else and wondering what they thought of me. And isn't it sad that I'm spending my teenage years typing away in the u...
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    How lovely would it be to live in a cottage on the edge of the sea And float in the waves instead of a bed and count all the stars caressing my head And how lovely would it be if you were there, darling though I can see that you are much too lovely for me....
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    Isn't it funny how when you were little you always built things out of building blocks and Legos You counted sheep and sang the alphabet and at snack time you always had something that tasted like preschool and peanut butter. Now you're 18 and you hardly eat a thing and eve...
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    When I was younger I thought keeping a diary meant having a place to write down cute high school crushes and how you felt about that F on your test or when your friend had to move and you got sad. But I got older and I realized people have diaries because they're too full of thoughts...
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    The loveliest people are the ones who crave to be craved and long to be loved and wish to be wished for but nobody can want them enough because they'll keep staring in that mirror and they'll keep counting up their freckles and the dents in their smile and wishing they weren'...
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    When I saw you for the first time, I saw the crookedness to your smile and the scars in your eyes I saw the sort of beauty in having too many freckles and a laugh bigger than you and marks and scars and spots lining the way you spoke. I saw something there, in this face that always see...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    She’s stuffing her face like there’s no tomorrow. A whole sandwich, white bread no less, a brownie, a soda, chips. I watch her eat and eat and eat, shoving things down her throat like there’s no such thing as calories. How can someone possibly look at eating so simply, like it’s nothing? How...
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    I stare at the black-and-white page. Row after row of problems line the worksheet, front and back. Sin, cos, tan are everywhere. In second period, it seems like all my classmates are gobbling up sin(x + y) and half of the lowering powers formula while juggling sum-to-product formulas like they could...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    Some days, I just cry as I sit in my chair. Because nobody will know and nobody will care. These tears are my pleas my sad, silent cries. They break down the barrier between me and my lies. I strive for perfection I aim for the wall I punch with my head when the world starts to fall. ...
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    Looking for answers, for the truth in the lies. I will get past you, break through your disguise. Finding nothing but questions As I dig deep and long No matter what I happens, I will remain strong. My fingers are blistered, my bones hard and weary My mind can’t go on as it aches d...
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    I’m more than just a skin color I’m more than my IQ I’m more than what my home is like I’m just as good as you. I’m more than what I seem to be I’m more than what I say I never slur “retarded” never, “that’s so gay.” ‘Cause I’ve also been rejected also faced d...
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    I am so crazy up in my head The colors I see are but deep red. Spilling from skin I carve with a knife I write these misfortunes that are my life. I also see black the rings ‘round my eyes These chains, studs, and piercings are but my disguise. Past the torn black upholstery pa...
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    One end rises, the other falls feels the sky beckon, feels its call. Teeny palms grip the bar afraid to leave, but in mind go far. Cotton clouds whisper high as they linger in the sky. Whips of white curl throughout the silver tint on the clouds of doubt. Sweaty fingers tightly curled St...
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