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  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    "Anyways," you said, "I'd better get going. But I'll be back tomorrow." Cautiously, I lifted my head- Desperately trying to see your face. "Even when you're not here, I think about you. Face it, I need you." I said. Gently, you reached out, Holding...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    Welcome! the flyer read as it flapped in the wind. I pulled a strand of coarse sandy-brown hair from across my face, and tucked it behind my ear. Carefully, I scrutinized the boldfaced letters of the red and white flyer. I couldn't take my eyes off the black and white picture of a young woman w...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Empty branches twigs stark against the sky. Blank and bare  in the moonlight, swishing back and forth in the icy wind. Tree as white as the snow, drifting downwards slower than sleep. Snowdrifts pile on the rolling hills. Burying footprints leading nowhere. A wintry night....
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    By the light of a lamp she draws out a l o n g and spindly sliver knife from a black canvas bag. She envisions knights saving their fair damsels; and she pens "love" in crimson. She sees fairies cutting up leaves and berries for mystical potions and she scrawls "hope"...
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    my nerves tense and i clench my teeth; muscles tighten, I know stretching won’t fix this. i step outside and close my eyes, letting the air breeze into my lungs. miniature leaves fluter through the air and settle in my frizzy ponytail. i walk aimlessly; i meander; i wander; i go so far, i...
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    To Michael D. Archangel I appreciate your concern About my health after our Little bout last week All I have suffered is a Moderately bruised ego. Which the doctor said won't Heal with my busy Schedule of tempting. So I was wondering if you Could possibly make time to come down ...
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    The porch swing moved slowly, rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The wind came in spasmodic bursts that rustled the leaves just like you used to rustle my hair Whenever I did something I was proud of. Like when I killed a bluejay with the slingshot you gave me. The sun glimm...
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    I am a fool For you. Tell me you life blue And it's my new favorite color; You like Led Zepplin? Me too! You don't like to watch basketball? Yeah, I don't either I guess I'll practice free throws later. I am a fool For you. When will I learn? For such a 'br...
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    On January 1 I told my best friend That I would never write About Love or Hate or Life or Death or Truth or Lies or Beauty or Sadness Ever again. She told me She was so sorry That I was giving up Writing....
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    The fast-paced rush. Sweet breeze Rustling through spearmint leaves Tousling my Twizzler-red hair Blowing my Three Musketeers costume In chocolatey pools around me. I feel like floating Up to the witches That shriek and scream With candy corn teeth. I sigh and breathe in  The velvety Hal...
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    Bark scarred With old remains Of summer flings And couples With a penknife. Leaves flutter Nervous in the breeze Flitting from side to side Proud of green garments Ostentatious. Limbs smoothed Down by the sandpaper Of sneakers Climbed on by daring  Kids Tree stands Tall and still O...
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    A purple balloon A big purple balloon with a silly face drawn on it in black sharpie 'Black? Why not navy?' You insist 'Because black looks better on purple than navy' I say And continue my story A big purple balloon with a goofy smilie face on it In BLACK sharpie There ...
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    Forgotten Left behind Last in line Why bother to alphabetize? Three page summary In the dictionary. She is the girl  Who's paper is lost And all her shirts come in the wrong size. She is the girl Who is pretty But ignored because she's too shy To speak up  And be seen. Sh...
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    Writing Haikus Via text until two in the morning And poke-wars spanning years Insiders so old we don't even remember their beginnings Remember DC? And the cab ride? You used my backpack as a pillow In the airport and I Was so afraid you would throw up again I've been to your baseb...
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    this isn't a poem about: love, harmony, peace, want, nature, or needs. this isn't a poem that can be classified as: lyrical, sonnet, ballad, cheap verse, or limerick. this isn't a poem like any other because: this isn't a poem....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Lattice work of pale green veins Crisscrossing the emerald fabric Embellishing scarred brown trunk In ivy sequins That flutter in the wind And sing like the birds  That make their homes in the dress Shielded by the thick curtain Of windblown leaves....
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    Inhale Exhale I remind Puff 1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … 5 … 6 … 7 … 8 … 9 … 10 … Medicine flows Through Trachea Larynx Or was it pharynx To alveoli Clearing airways Letting oxygen through To the slowly Pulsating Beast. Giving it Renewed Life Vigor So its Etern...
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    We are fragile beings Hearts break Earth quakes Hit the brake. We are fragile beings Blood through veins Love is a pain An endless game. We are fragile beings Tsunami attacks the shore People in Japan are no more World filled with war. We are fragile beings Making mistakes That w...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I thought as I buckled my seatbelt. "All ready to go, Mike?" he asked. "Sure, dad," I said. I wanted to cover up my suspicions. To spring them on him at the best possible moment. To catch him dead in his sneaky, low, conniving...
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    There is a box In my attic  Filled with Bits of chalk And pencil shavings Shoelaces And lipstick Homemade cards And old ticket stubs.  There is a box In my attic Filled with Ice cream in July And hot cocoa Marshmallows And spaghetti Orange slices And beers on the beach. There...
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    There it sits, Like a minute diamond, Enlarging,  Diffusing to the outside corners of it's reign, Baptizing my paper, A crystalline tear, Accompanied by more, And soon even more, Littering the paper, Founding rivers of mascara, Thanks to you, You perfect loser, You beautiful jerk, ...
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    There are people in the world That spend their whole lives waiting For something they don't understand Because death is something that only happens to other people. Their eyes glazed and smile vacant Somebody dies at the Warren Home Another notch up the waiting list Who notices? Lif...
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    I think of you and I see... Neon pink, yellow, and green band-aids on every finger. Novelty Harry Potter t-shirts. And Converse held together by duct tape. I think of you and I hear... "is it raining?" "no, that's the air conditioner coming on." Florence...
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    The mile-high towers playing tag, Racing each other around me, Above me, Their neon lights, Advertising their goods, In vibrant colors, Imprinting my vision, And the inside of my eyelids, The excitement, Brightness, Movement, Ambiance, Is, Spectacular. New York....
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    No matter what they think, They are authors, They are artists, They are musicians, They are the creators, The little girl with chalk in hand, The scholar scrawling poems in the margins of pages for notes The teenager rebelling in a punk rock band, The middle-aged parent singing hymns in chur...

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