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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Oh, wolf-boy where do the yew berries grow? You know the woods like I know your face; the tan expanse of your forehead and pine-bark of your eyes are there when I close my eyes at night, and there in the morning. I saw you once in a dream; long ago and far away, with your pipe music i...
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    I once dreamt that my mother walks the woods behind our house at night, with antlers unfurling from each side of her head and her eyes a luminescent gold. When I awoke to the smell of sizzling bacon, I was sure I would patter into the kitchen to find her at the stove, naked except for fresh scabs ab...
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    Who has come to tear Your fragile leaves and hair From thin gray twigs and bone? You are the winter In the midst of all our spring Who refuses to let you alone?...
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    Breathing heavily, two children disappeared into the greenery of the Pacific Northwest forest, ready for the onslaught of adventure. Removing the protective hoods of her viciously pink jacket, the little girl upturned her face to the sky, allowing the warming drops to slam into her skin. Her friend...
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    I suppose it can look rather strange To an outsider When his words tie each other up And strangle out of his lips, Kool-Aid red Because they cannot grasp His refusal to play tag Or eat white foods Or wear anything green And his preference for being alone With himself But the outside...
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    There is fire in your eyes, and defiance is transcribed in the wrought-iron tendrils of hair. The blood of your dress is stained with new-found flames. You are the one who will not watch the cartoons. Your living eyes peer through tear-streaked glass; reeking of cigarettes and choices, a...
  • Reviews > Music Reviews
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    I used to like Justin Bieber. Used to love him, actually. Now, I'm not saying you can't love him, everybody is entitled to their own opinions and as long as we agree to disagree, it's all good. Anyway, I hung posters of my favorite singer prominently on the walls of my room. I was...
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    A girl sits on the corner of the street, guitar clasped tightly in her hands as she practices once again. She prefers to practice on the street, where people occasionally stop by and watch and listen. A boy, only slightly younger than her, stops to drop a crumpled dollar onto the pavement at her fee...
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    Voices thick and smooth Like a solution of whisky and tea To discourage mortality Lyrics inscribed into stone Like something meant to last Until Olympus is left uninhabited Music beaten and tuned Like the secrets of Ambrosia Because we prefer to drink as gods...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    It’s a Wednesday. That means that, for some non-descript reason they decide to keep from the student body, school starts an entire hour later. So I’m hanging out in the courtyard, taking full advantage of the opportunity to scarf a biscuit down for some “hey-let’s-show-how-awesome-we-are-and...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    no memorial if no one can remember then i can't believe...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    i stare down at the puddles rippling circles echoing against each other to each his own churning, growing with each new addition, edition transforming into an ocean at my feet stealing themselves from the clouds taking color from the concrete gray and bleak i focus learning how ...
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    Everywhere I walked, I encountered beats that spilled from the ground and guided my feet forward. The beat up sneakers hopped along by themselves, jumping and dancing to a song only I could hear. My hair, which was practical and pulled back in a messy ponytail, bobbed up and down as I skipped down t...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    Four months, twenty days, nineteen hours, forty minutes to go. But hey, who’s counting? It’s really loud here, and I sometimes miss just us sitting in the fields outside, not talking. And sometimes, when I really need some real company and “heated conversations,” I feel like I can just crump...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    They slink out of the sea like mist; slowly, without warning or an announcement of any sort. It being the dead of winter, no one comes to watch them grow from the salty depths and slither onto the beach with a precise hostility like no other. The shore line they raid is void of human life, allowing ...
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    There is a place near bye that is completely free of water; where it doesn’t rain, and where the rivers don’t flow through or branch off into it. The air is drier there, and when we go we get terribly thirsty no matter how much we drink beforehand. Papa says that our dehydration is only in our ...
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    The walls of his room are covered, every inch of them, with postcards. Shiny pictures overlap each other, displaying photographed versions of the Eiffel tower, the Great Pyramids, Florida’s wetlands, and the snowy peaks of the Himalayas. He stands for hours, memorizing the slopes and contours of e...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Because what kind of place do i live in if Megan can't get married?...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    It is not hard to find The shadows and the obscure spots Hidden in your toothy, reprehensible grin. The mystery that sticks itself In the pupils of your eyes Is only magnified by the stark blue Of your irises. I have learned, over time, To sniff out the cracks and crevices That make their...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    The room was loud, a cacophony of voices sporadically harmonizing together. Unwanted ideas littered the floor like fallen soldiers, their scratchy fabrics too tight or too blue or too baggy. Girls danced around the room, trading makeup and clothes and perfume. The air was thick with whatever the gir...
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    Every time she visited another family, she felt the desperate need to throw the girls over her shoulder and get out of there as quickly as she could. This wasn’t practical, though, so she contented herself with discreetly handing them a lawyer’s business card and a bus fare. They always thanked ...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    I will show them up the stairs, And you can please them to the letter, We’ll avoid the dirty glares As we try to make the future better This place is hardly enough for us What makes it large enough for lust? We’ll need to shrink our morals to fit And make a place for income to sit Th...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Heated bodies slamming Into time; unable to understand What to do with this strange instinct who Overpowers them like a brick wall of sensual force Failing to understand How two very odd numbers, when added Together, become even And change the outcome of Their first night alone together ...
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    “this is how we’ll dance when when they try to take us down this is our glory!” --Paramore This is who we’ll Be when we are destroyed, She says, whispers Falling from grace and onto the Bloody floor And this is where we’ll go when we Can’t be invincible, like We are no...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    It doesn’t take long to go numb; surprisingly quickly, actually. All you have to do is keep your eyes wide open and think about ice cream. The shockingly cold touch of the freezer, the sugary sweet scent that wafts up from the roughly textured waffle cone in your hands, the perpetual drip-drip-dri...

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