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  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Winter now adorns her lovely gown, And while she dances through the silent air, Her train is white upon the frozen ground. When to the south the flocks of birds have flown, And withered leaves have left the trees all bare, Winter now adorns her lovely gown. The voice of Winter's but a...
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    Sprout from the ashes, from the flame-torn ground Reach for the sunlight; now the Earth has gone 'round. Without a soul present--all chased from the war-- Nature (in silence) sweeps its paintbrush once more. And up from between every charred, brittle patch, Life lifts a feeble finger, it...
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    y = mx + b Find the value of x. Let y represent you, Let m represent moving on, And let b represent bringing your memories with you. Explanation: To find x, One cannot subtract b from mx, Because then one also has to Subtract b from y, And y would be negative Without b. A...
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    Silhouettes sway into the blooming shadows near is the melancholy murmur of autumn: alive with passion in the distant haze. The sky lifts itself on stilts of narrow starlight, and the shallow Earth reigns luminous in the glow. No strangers tonight. Yet silence stirs in the wake of t...
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    They murdered my favorite tree today, Whose roots I used to rest on— Chained it, sawed it, and hacked it to pieces— Then dumped its remains on the lawn. They all stand there now, big hulking men, With their boots and their cigarette butts— Stand with their leaf blowers, erasing the cri...
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    Grandma lay in bed and dreamt of time, And loss, and things that come with living long; But, oh, with daybreak slipped her wistful rhyme. For though the stars may now and then align, With flaming hands are Satan’s arrows drawn. Grandma lay in bed and dreamt of time. It’s somber days w...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    A million words are falling from the sky; The drops all bleed together, pure and bright. The black streets swell—the streams will not run dry For vivid sounds do clear the dust tonight. Seeping into gutters past the leaves The phrases rush and met in conversation. Beneath the moon and shadow...
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    Even though the stars drift beyond our reach, they meet the vibrant eyes of Earth— winking playfully at what Darkness thinks is his authority. And even though snowflakes often seem to chill the soul, when they settle on the frozen mud, sunbeams reflect off of their gentleness and we ...
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    I. On Construction We are building a tower. With a tiny, eager hand you reach for a scuffed Styrofoam triangle; grasping it, you place it delicately on top of our nascent creation. Both of us pause tentatively and watch in apprehension as it teeters subtly, then relax simultaneously as it steadie...
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    Surrender and prepare to die! Last words? Gulp. But you’ve already shot me so many times… SILENCE! Victory is mine! Mwah-ha-ha! But I don’t have a will or anything— HAH! All of your things belong to me now! …Unless you promise never to boss me around again…? Nice try...
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    Give back what you have taken, Oh thou of ignorant mind. Return to me That which you don’t know you hold. Release me from your grasp, Oh thou who tortures me so. Let me be— Unknowingly though you wear the conqueror’s crown. Open now your eyes, Oh thou whose restless heart is close...
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    Bright, innocent, curious little eyes Having barely had the chance To be Alive. The door that was open, So suddenly closed— Slaying the smiles That were to hatred exposed. Faces twisted in anger And sick in the soul, Drag others into danger To strengthen their hold. Home for the...
  • Opinion > School / College
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    With summer winding down and families beginning to exchange bathing suits and sunscreen for backpacks and notebooks, many kids’ minds are undoubtedly filled with wistful memories of sun, sea, and sand as they cling to their final lazy mornings and try to forget about the jail (I mean classroom) to...
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    “It’s a beautiful night for sleeping,” you remark. I say: “You always say that,” but inside I like it. “I don’t always say that—only when it is.” “Is what?” I ask. “When it is a beautiful night for sleeping.” “Oh.” You walk over to my window and it creaks as you...
  • Nonfiction > Educator of the Year
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    On day one of Marc Biunno's journalism class, I knew he was not an ordinary teacher. He ambled down the hallway in a sweater vest and greeted us with, “Ah, journalists! You are about to embark on air-conditioning. So enjoy it. 'Cause it's awesome.” I chuckled to myself. This guy is a ch...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    As a fourteen-year-old, I’ve come to learn that being tall (and carrying a notepad) has many advantages. Especially if you want information. Manhattan is a vibrant, hopping place, but what goes on inside the hundreds of buildings that line its streets is a story all its own—and how my heart w...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    My song is the rhythmic scraping Of blades against smooth ice Back outside Forward outside Kick— Pull in Wind in my hair and a blur And Landing— Deep edge And vibration. My song is the scritch-scratch Of pencil on paper Emotions woven carefully From the soft graphite tip As it ...
  • Nonfiction > Academic
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    Middle school students typically wake up in the morning, put on an outfit that matches everyone else’s, walk out of the house (remembering that pretty smile), get to school, and find a group of friends to chat with. If anyone dares to be different than the others, “OMG, did you see what so-and-s...
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    The room is White the staring faces vacant and their eyes tell a single story only a glimmer of fear well hidden within each one shines dimly out from inside no movement no subtle dance of joy Blank, yet no room to be written on The One at the front wears Black and perhaps a smile th...
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    It is the light the shadow the everlasting glory and the failed victory that ends without last words disappearing into a swirling black hole called life It inspires a dream an ambition a desire to be above and beyond superior and more triumphant than ever before a vision of a change A...
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    Gone Gone like a rose in the winter chill; Its petals slowly crumpling Until they fall One by one Gone Gone like a sunset; Sinking past the horizon Like butter as it melts On a piece of toast Gone Gone like your footprints in the sand; Washed away by the waves As they engulf what...
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    Dear love, how you sit there so perfectly resting upon your dish— My eyes are fixated oh so longingly on your delicate white icing and colored sprinkles scattered carelessly but oh so beautifully upon your lovely face How lonely you look my love waiting all alone for someone to ...
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    Once upon a time, there was a wise old oak tree that lived behind a pretty green house next to a wooden tool shed. It had a thick, brown trunk with branches that stretched up to the sunlight, and leaves that were green with life. They rustled happily together when the breeze blew, as if to say Weee ...
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    “‘They must not leave the city for at least two-hundred years,’ said the chief builder. ‘And when the time comes,’ said the assistant, ‘how will they know what to do?’ ‘We’ll provide them with instructions, of course,’ the chief builder replied. ‘We’ll put them in a box with ...
  • Opinion > School / College
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    In elementary school, kids are excited about learning. The classrooms are full of energy and smiles, and the most often asked question is “why?” because the kids are genuinely interested in what is being presented to them. But as they grow older and reach middle school and high school, the atmos...

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