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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I remember when I was coddled and cooed at, being stuffed into the arms of awaiting relatives. I remember when I swore that my Barbie dolls had a heartbeat, and they "lived". I remember when I would eat apples by the pound, And I remember as the office chair would spin 'round and &...
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    You call me by a single name. Other than the one I want. Ugly duckling. Under appreciated. Ultraconservative. Nameless. Maybe I'd rather be nameless. Eager to pleas. Please others, yet you hurt. Ear and nose, throat and eye hurt. Soul hurt. Dabbling girl, covered with invisible patches. ...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    Even you think that The walls are closing in, And that life itself Is just a dirty sin, Try your hardest to believe That your creation Was not an accident, But that you were an innovation, In the worlds intent. You once thought you were ugly. A grotesque lump of flesh, But one day yo...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    The little star that Guides me back home towards the light Is a great blessing. It smiles down as I look up, as it is as Bright as the morning. I sigh, for the star Has left my sight and I will Say goodnight for now....
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    When life tells you to Open a door, pick the one That holds your future....
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    The squirrel that had been caught In between the sharp teeth of my cat Didn't deserve to die that fall afternoon, With me towering over it, watching Its gentle breathing as the wound appeared More and more serious by the minute. And finally, it stopped entirely. I had chased that cat...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    Why did I deserve to live? My birth was no coincidence. But most of my life I was kept from leaving. And how did that make sense? I tried on clothes inside my room, But I had no windows there. A mirror, yes, and a chest of drawers. A brush to comb my hair. You told me that you cared for ...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    Isn't life about expression? My friend once said to me, 'Don't ever judge appearances By what you see on TV.' Isn't life about expression? And who would criticize, What other people like to wear, And who is the least wise to care? Isn't life about express...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    Through the eyes of a stranger, She may look small or weak. But she tries her best, And although you protest! To turn the other cheek. Through the eyes of a stranger, Her arms are gaunt, her fingers fat. But when she looks in the mirror, What she sees is much clearer! Her confidence does...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    From once an inky black I hate, My palette had no time to wait. I added ivory, then tips of blue. To create a deeper, richer hue. Then adding yellow, purple, red. The color human kind has bled. I finally create the white! Now I think I've got it right!...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    People stare as I walk past them, averting their eyes from my strangely colored ones. The off purplish irises that are one of my unique traits, besides extremely pale skin and white blond hair. My body is covered in dark clothing, shielding me from the sunny days and perfect beaches of South Florida...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    If the trees could talk, And if it were speaking to a spruce, It would wonder why they were suffering The metal saws painful abuse?. If the trees could talk, And one was chopped down in the night, It's friend would start to weep and say 'Everything will be alright.' If th...
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    Take refuge under the wings of the ravens The coats as black as ebony, finely tuned. They flutter through the wind, casting shadows on Earth, And they say to bring signs of sin. Take refuge under the wings of the ravens Whose eyes are like marbles, still as glass. You never know what you...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I don't know why, that when I read a book, I mark my pages with crimson prints Of my own identity. I feel as though if I didn't, They would never find me there. I don't know why, I can't pray in public, Without people looking at me strangely, As if I were in some dru...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    Had you ever noticed? What lies all around you? Broken pieces, shattered glass? From the tantrum that you threw? And yet you find it sane? I have to re arrange your head! All of the lies, the cheats, All of the I likes that you said? A mirror on the wall remains untouched. But what yo...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    It was a Sunday in October. Yeah, a Sunday. And you were with me, jogging down the street, looking out for any sign of danger. Yeah, like danger would be on a street corner. But you were right to be afraid. Because he had been watching me for months behind that alley, and was waiting for the right m...
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    It is I who dance among the daisies The one who once sang her charming songs. Who feels the chills, The whippoorwills Underneath her feet, And wants everyone to sing along. Although the winds howl in protest, She continues her little dance. She skips and flies, that Daisy, And has the nee...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    I sat on my usual bench in the middle of a park. I had never known the name, but I usually called it #misfit park# due to the fact that hobos and people who are petitioning for trees hang out here. What ever happened to the people who just threw coins in fountains, or took horse carriage rides? Or h...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    Sometimes, when I see old pictures of myself in scrapbooks or newspaper clippings, I remember the time when I looked allot different than what I do now. Even though I was just a toddler then, I remember when my hair was red. ***************************************************** When I was in pri...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    I remembered waking up from a state of near euphoria. How I had reached that stage, I really didn't know. Until I looked at the IV that was attached to my wrist, the bag hanging from the metal pole a few feet above me, just out of my reach. I had no idea where I was, who I was, or what the heck...
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    I had no idea how long I'd been stuck in that room. Days, weeks, months, and maybe even a year. I hadn't seen the sun in so long that even the simplest flash blinded me. And I would sit in my corner, underneath the only window I knew about, praying for rescue. Right. If that would ever com...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I remember from a long time ago, when I was poor and tired and hungry while begging for food on the side of the busy streets California, I met a man who seemed to take an interest in what I did. My mother was dead, she was in the army and had been killed in action. I had no siblings, and no other...
  • Hot Topics > What Matters
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    For some people, whenever they see someone like Lady Gaga or Kris Angel on television, they usually call them freaks or aliens. I call them different, inspirational, or talented. Maybe even wonderful and accepted by themselves. But of course, some people have different opinions as to what's goo...
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    Many people stare back at me. And now you wonder, What do they see? Not a wolf in sheep’s clothing, I’m sure. But a shining white diamond A heart that’s so pure. I take in what I know, And does what I please. Who is struck by glory And tries to appease. I turn around on my axis. ...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    Most of my memories involve dolls. Things like costume jewelry, Barbies, and Cinderella castles. Sometimes Mani-pedis in cardboard boxes (the water soaked right through, the carpet damp), midnight snacks in the basement. But all of them are so vague, so blurry. Like a bad TV reception, the static al...

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