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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The red sun of the rising morning spreads its ruby glow as an ember still pulsing with a spark of unforsaken life. Its velvet fingers reach out and wake the church's stone steeple, then creep through the cracks, melting between the trees-- a breath, a kiss from Nature's beati...
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    Will the love Pulse Of gaining admiration of Never die? aching Swelling in the bones, desire The mind buzzes with to dull monotone-- please; Can't. burn Break. of The. unsatisfied Influence. thirst-- Trapped by the hands your of my own strength Flaws, will --b...
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    On a languid summer afternoon, I sit as the waning sun rolls by. Six o'clock, an amber soul seeping through Earth's veins. Slow as molasses and as full as the sea-- a feeling like sadness in the distance is calling.   Gentle piano notes, torn at the seams, echo between the walls--...
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    The rest of the headline was blurred in the woman’s eyes by the name JAMES McNIECE printed in large black letters at the top of the page. Around her the noises of the city surrounded the tiny square, and she squinted in the sunlight of the early afternoon, making sure that she was seeing things co...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    Beneath the paint that's swathed across her face, There's someone who is fighting the surrender. But through she sweeps, with airs of crafted grace, and smiles at the gazes people send her. Her dark red lips form many gentle phrases; they dangle for a moment--then fall flat. Her plea...
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    Bring me below your dark waters, deep where the surface light is lost. Bring me beyond the sedimentary shore, through the gentle waves at dusk. --Suspended between the floor and the air-- all sensations are muted but touch; so bring me where music is its own silence; Bring me to the beauty of...
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    It sits beneath the window and lingers in the sun: All that seems to beckon me and know from where I come. To the South the heat is growing, and Northern winds all fly-- but suddenly above me is a dark, foreboding sky. Our eyes meet for a moment-- a vacant glance, and then It whispers,...
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    Glistening branches drape over my face, Delicate and white like frozen lace. I see through the spaces my potential release, But this is not an imprisonment from which I want to be freed. All is silent, save the ice creaking, That moves the stillness from the calm that its seeking. ...
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    "He measured out the water in the hollows of his hand,"* He walked a long the beach, left His footprints in the sand. Though loose His garments hung, and tattered at the hem, The wise knew they'd be healed just at the touch of them. I wish to feel this power; I wish to s...
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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...

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