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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Once Upon A Time where a man named Time lived a land where bells did chime as clocks brought time alive While fairies pranced across the land of this and that where princes and princesses were at quite a loss for what to do with What And What was asking Why whether time was passing by and ...
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    Oliver Tomson sat on his doorstep awaiting Dad’s arrival. His evening shift at the corkboard factory ended at 7:05 every morning. Oliver waited for him at precisely 7:13 on the front porch so he could greet him before he went out to the playground to meet with his best friend, Gordon. Today was th...
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    Listen here and you will hear! your past hist’ry is to fear Listen here and listen near you’d be right to want to know where (about) that you should go I haven’t a clue, but turn your ears turn your eyes; look in mirrers see beyond, look, the features of all the many diff’rent creatu...
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    Color was the only thing that registered in my mind. In the sky up above a dark blue mixed together with a light yellow. Clouds spotted the horizon, illuminating the scene with a brilliant pink. Beneath the clouds came a glowing orange, which slowly faded into a beautiful shade of crimson – one wh...
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    You Pull me down Keep me there I don’t know We’re down below I Keep my smile No clue What’s going on With you We’re Always here Half the time Don’t know we are Gone too far They Warn me always I don’t listen I don’t hear Out of fear? When It’s all over ...
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    Feet rapping Against concrete Mine ahead, His behind A steady rhythm I pick up my pace Our hearts beat Faster In unison Engulfed in darkness We run. Away from the past Away from the future With nowhere to go But now I skid to a halt His feet stumble And we stand Stuck We a...
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    Red, hot fury coursed through her veins. Angry tears streamed down her face and into the white carpet. It was the first time in 5 years that she had cried like this. She was throwing a temper tantrum. She was 9 years old and had just moved out of the U.S. to Italy. Her dad got a job there and they j...
  • Hot Topics > Letters to the Editor
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    Dear TeenInk, I've always kind of wondered how selections are made for the actual TeenInk Magazine. I know they are picked once a month. But I am wondering how the choices are narrowed down. Also, I'd like to know if there is a section on the website explaining this in order to save the trouble o...
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    Dear Editor of TeenInk: I currently have 13 articles of writing published on the RAW section of the TeenInk website. 8 of these pieces are poetry. Right now, as I am writing, the poetry section of TeenInk RAW has 28988 writing pieces and the number increases every day. In my opinion, TeenInk RAW i...
  • Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
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    It didn’t rain today, I thought on my fourteenth and final day. It always seemed to rain here. We were usually out in the pure, light blue ocean, paddle-boating, or whatever it was called. I remember looking down and seeing, 30 ft below, the ocean floor. Only in Jamaica, I would think. I would...
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    He hops From branch to branch With precision With balance His tail flicks back And forth His feet move in sync And up he goes Soundlessly. Almost as if That was his profession But No Just another obstacle On the course. He doesn’t care He keeps jumping And what if What...
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    Among us Are the leaders of tomorrow Hidden You can see Potential But you never know Who will rise to the Top Among us Are the writers of tomorrow Hidden You can see Talent But you never know Whose name you’ll see In bookstores Among us Are the philosophers of tomorrow...
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    Among us Are the leaders of tomorrow Hidden You can see Potential But you never know Who will rise to the Top Among us Are the writers of tomorrow Hidden You can see Talent But you never know Whose name you’ll see In bookstores Among us Are the philosophers of tomorrow...
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    You sway lightly In summer breezes You match the sun When you are not fed You do not care much For your surroundings You are content with Merely just Being You will be stepped on But that’s life And you don’t mind You get right back up again And when you are covered B...
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    You sway lightly In summer breezes You match the sun When you are not fed You do not care much For your surroundings You are content with Merely just Being You will be stepped on But that’s life And you don’t mind You get right back up again And when you are covered B...
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    Draw the reader in That is what I do Someone is searching For entertainment To be enlightened To be shocked That is what I lead them into Mystery Creativity Is what it takes to come up with me I’m a line The first The last Somewhere in the middle I’m a message One...
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    I know, it’s considered A cliché type of thing To make a rose A symbol for love But I always thought That’s just it A beautiful thing So powerful So minute One concept Captured In one object It has many layers Roots A foundation Depth Purity Beauty Simple Yet Con...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    I analyzed Robert’s face carefully. His head was bowed in misery. His eyes were filled with pain. I could see tears welling up beneath his tired blue irises. His jaw was clenched with fury. His straight, short, dark brown hair was pretty much everywhere. He had run his hands through it so many...
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    You Pull me down Keep me there I don’t know We’re down below I Keep my smile No clue what’s Going on With you We’re Always here Half the time Don’t know we are Gone too far They Warn me always I don’t listen I don’t hear Out of fear...
  • Opinion > Points of View
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    One day we’ll look back at this day and laugh. Or maybe we’ll cry. Or, it’ll be really awkward, and we’ll just change the subject. Is that really what will happen? Or will we not remember? Will we be alive long enough to even look back on this day and laugh or cry or feel rea...
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    Art isn’t just sketching drawing and painting. No, it’s much more than that. Art is writing, poetry, acting, singing, dancing; art is anything. Art is what you want it to be. Art is like beauty, it lies in the eye of the beholder. Art is not an object, it is not a person, it is not an id...
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    We live in a world Of right and wrong, but through art We find… it’s neither...
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    I want it to rain I want to open my arms I want to yell I want to yell at the world I want to tell it how complicated It is And how It doesn’t need To be. I want to clench my fists I want to pry them open I want to see my palms See the rain Caress the marks my nails Have le...
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    The world is too big For a safety net And you can’t save ‘em You can’t save ‘em all, You know. You can’t save those Who will run In one Big circle. No, you can’t save ‘em From themselves. You can’t save those Who want everyone To ru...
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    The thick, soft fabric rubbed against her skin as she sat crammed in the corner of the 5 by 5 meter tent, pitched across five unstable, rotting wood poles. The rest of the refugees lay, restlessly snoring, strewn across the floor in small, tattered sleeping bags. Julie Royal swept her eyes across th...

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