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  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    Your chocolate eyes make my stomach rumble, Your smile induces a false sugar high. Your velvety voice makes my self control crumble, You make me stumble and fumble and lie. When I am near you my blood starts to pound Like vodka laced lattes crowned with whipped cream. Your royal self gives off...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I'd like to think that you keep everything I give you, Material or not, And hide it away in a secret drawer; Somewhere where she can't find it. Sometimes, you would take them Out, slide them in your pocket, And carry them around with you wherever You go, so that whenever she Accus...
  • Fiction > Author Interviews
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    Jenny Downham is a British novelist who retired from acting and began writing young adult fiction when her son was born. Her first book, Before I Die, is about a girl with leukemia and her list of things to accomplish before she dies. Her latest novel, You Against Me, tackles the subject of sexual a...
  • Opinion > Spirituality / Religion
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    My cousin Sarah is Jewish. Because she is the only other girl cousin on my mother’s side, we have always been extremely close. As long as I can remember, family gatherings would always be spent with her and me in the back room, comparing stories of our whacked out families, planning heinous crim...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Yes, I will be back. In quoting Wicked: "For good someday, To make my life and Make my way." I think I need you, Or I might shrivel up here And die Like one of those flowers Uprooted from their home Soil and withering away In a land unknown to them. Except, I think, This woul...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    He was like a golden angel That sometimes descended into hell. And kissing him was like Climbing right out of the Marble that encased me, Caging me in. I never held him or anything, But I swear every touch of his Was making me high. It was a little slice of my Childhood, every time his ca...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I do not want this isolation anymore. I make it sound like I do not Care, Tell you "Let's just do What we want." But I want to be a part Of this, not apart. I don't want to be Thought of as an outsider, As an exception. I want to suffer through All the things that the...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I still want to be angry With you. I want to have that burning Feeling in the pit of my stomach And I want to be upset When I see your face, When I hear your voice. Showing love would be Showing weakness, Right? And I am not weak, Never will hide behind My feelings. I still want to be ...
  • Poetry > Limerick
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    The boat it rocks, And the water it crashes, But still the lady she waits. The people they sit, And dreams they do soar, But still ahead lie their fates. The island it looms, And comes ever closer, But still they must go through the gates. The New Land is ahead, And their future it hangs,...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    She cried herself to sleep Two times that week. She didn't know if it was from the Isolation, Of being locked in own Little four-sided room While the strings of Laughter floated around just outside The door, creating connections Of friendship and love. Or if it was the Indifference ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I'm sorry; Did you say that being myself Is not an option? I've spent too long listening to that Idea from you with dulled ears And a dulled heart. Did you tell me that I'll have To change If I want to stay with you? My soul and my body has been Pounded too hard By your ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    You can try finding me by Following the signs, but I can assure you, They are all wrong. For a successful route, I would take the long road Made up of memories in the form Of gravel, And take a right where rocks Meet concrete. The little stone building, Made of laughter and tears, Will be...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    If I were to meet you on the Streets of New York City, I would tackle you in a hug, And even if it is raining I will press my lips Against yours and kiss you So passionately the people walking by Will be beet-red in embarrassment. I won't care if you are Tired, or angry, or ready To...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    We laugh and we smile And we clap when we Reach the top of the Tree climb And giggle about the Cute counselors we all know She would have loved, And throw shaving cream At each other like no more hair Must be removed But inside we're crying, Breaking apart. Because two more are g...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Closeness isn’t defined by distance, Which could be literal But also of the figurative sense. I’ll sit next to you on couch And never once open my mouth Or move my hand To place it on your knee. And the dearest thing to Me is eons and eons away And completely out of reach, Whether it ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Why do poets start reading Their poems with a look in their Eyes like they’re about To jump off a cliff? Why do they gaze around The room like they are lost And place their hands in such A way like they are holding The world in their hands? Or what about that Crook in their eyebrow? ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The benches look worn out But also like they’ve been injected with a sense of hopefulness, Like maybe there is A little bit more to their life Than being nailed unforgivingly to the concrete And waiting for pedestrians To come and lay their New York City weary bodies on them. The ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Last night, I popped the earphones in And listened. It was the first time I had heard you since the death. In some ways, I felt my soul healed. Yawning holes made full again With your swirling lyrics. But how can I forget you? Your life snuffed out just like that. The meeting of our e...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    I remember your arms wrapped protectively around her, your two voices soaring up into the darkness. Twisting, swirling, writhing, ripping. Tearing into my soul. I remember how through out it all, your eyes were locked onto mine. Riveting. Boring into my heart. And in no way would I be the first ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The second time I saw it I cried all the way through The second half. Why does death seem more beautiful On stage Then in real life?...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    What am I going to do Now that I'll never speak to you again? Was seeing you one more time enough? Seeing you close, close, 20 feet away, but unable to touch? I want you to know that that night was like A wake up call to me. Your touch Was electrifying. And how much it meant Th...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    Okay, so being a historic landmark, especially one where royal monarchs were once imprisoned, sounds like a pretty neat thing, right? Ha! Wrong! Do you think I’ve enjoyed hearing those screams? Please. Just standing there with nothing to do while some grisly act is performed inside me is pro...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    At first, I could not believe what my mom was telling me. “A reversible belt.” My voice was deadpan. Sure, Grandpa could be pretty weird, but this was going too far. “I know it sounds like a stupid Christmas present, but Grandma said your grandpa would really like it, and ….” “And...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    I was there. I remember my birth. After all, I remember everything that's Ever happened to me. I remember emerging from my little sheltered cave, Becoming life itself. A tiny bird, crying, calling out, My spirit blossoming, alighting in my family's chests, Meeting them all for the first ti...
  • Reviews > Book Reviews
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    What's right isn't always popular, and what's popular isn't always right. Or in other words, just because something is classified as “tradition” doesn't necessarily mean it is should stay that way. Sometimes, you must look deep inside yourself and decide if doing what the majority tells you t...

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