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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    It will be a night To tell the children about When they are grown. A weekend war fought with love. The humid summer breeze, Peppered with aphrodisiac, Making love to our clothes And skin. Rippling & ruffling like a lover reawakened. Our pores absorbing its sex And breathing it, glist...
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    Let's talk about it. You were always that itch I could never reach, The dire question that I could never recall. You stowed yourself away In a vague & cramped corner Of my head, expanding and Expanding so selfishly Until you made my skull ache. A lobe-sucking parasite Chomping...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
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    The 21st century is the era that never sleeps. Life today is ceaselessly overwhelming. I am expected to thrive academically, eat healthily, sleep regularly, exercise frequently, socialize freely, converse openly – all while managing my time efficiently. If I am to succeed in school, I cannot s...
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    Daddy drives a cab, Passengers don't care. Sweet Uncle Steve Likes to sniff coke, Santa was never there. God watched All the little boys get touched. He heard my childhood screams When wooden spoon whips hurt too much. The dog watched Molly kill herself He licked blood from the edge of t...
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    Cold stabbed at Her skinny little ankles, And left shallow nicks in her motivation As she waited For the itty-bitty train At the grimy train station. Pulling and tugging the sleeves Of her polka dot night gown, She trembled like a leaf. “I gotta leave, I have to get out of this tow...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    It’s hard to think about writing—rather much easier to spew thoughts onto paper, like I am now. It feels more natural. I’m writing this in an old abandoned house a few miles away from my neighborhood. It’s a bright August afternoon. Not a cloud sails across the clear blue sky; the temperatur...
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    Sometimes I can hear The echoes of their souls Through some ghostly chamber In my inner ear. They float the world on this day, And their hushed screams Scrape peaceful waters And leave behind a red trail. I walked the path And found disturbing unrest— The haunting whistle of wind, Shu...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    No picture Could ever capture the essence Of thy secretive beauty. The way you spiral & swirl Reminds me of a freedom That was lost on Earth When battlemented castles Were erected in an attempt to reach you, And old maids and planters Were put to work On the pastoral fields That once...
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    Words! Words! God knows I want to write On every page of every blank book From morning onto night. Then jot on the walls So that everyone can see What I feel and how I feel it, I want them to feel me. Then I want to write On the surface of every stone. When rain carries the ink to the soi...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    Stroke, stroke, gulp for air—no, not gulp. This woman doesn’t gulp. Delicately inhale. Elegantly draw in. She reminds of a clock; everything about her is timely and precise. She arrives at the gym approximately at 8:30 a.m. in one of her several Brown University sweatshirts and fine cotton short...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    Look at me. He’s so great, and I’m just me. I like him so much that it makes me feel dizzy when I stand up. It makes me sick in all the healthy places—so basically, everywhere. He is my best friend, and he asked me to be his prom date about a month ago. And now, I’m here with him. Well...
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    I am a fraction of life I am a fraction of age I am a fraction of cells I am a fraction of existence My tears only a fraction of tears My motions only a fraction of motions My steps only a fraction of steps My journey only a fraction of others' journeys I am one to the negative inf...
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    As her chest frantically heaved up and down in a screaming attempt to suppress the gripping suffocation that had taken hold of her, she couldn’t help but recite the Ten Commandments to herself. She had never stolen, committed adultery, or coveted her neighbor or his wife. Never had she said the Lo...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    A touch of fire, A touch of tender, A touch of softness, A touch of desire. Your fingers Set my soul ablaze. Still, they linger In a lusty haze. Gliding The contour of my hip. Beguiling The goosebumps on my skin. Your body whispers An unintelligible sound; I strain to listen,...
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    Who can I tell, that will listen, That I think more of death than of life? Who can I tell, that will believe, That I have never felt warmth? Who can I tell, that will understand, The gore I see when I close my eyes? Who can I tell, that will see, That I need help Now more than ever before?...
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    I wake up for the sunrise. For light shades of pink and orange, And a timid yet powerful sun. For the dense blanket of clouds that Spangle the morning sky And move in romantic clusters-- Nebulous stones in the pave-way of the sky The yellow streak of light jets across the pave-way, Shining ...
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    She speaks of death. The grand finale. The end of all endings. The beginning of nothing. "I'm going to die tonight," she declares. Healthy girl, hardly ever pestered with influenza or infection. How can she call for death? Twice her age couldn't even summon the eternal ...
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    You tell me your fears, I tell you mine. You and I are two of a kind, Resentful to what we've learned about life. We have knowledge and we have truth. We attained them so early in our youth. We open doors. And climb through windows. Portals the sighted blind fail to see. We create ...
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    Valley of Misunderstood Come with us, we’ll do you good, In this Valley of Misunderstood. Our brains are made of pilfered gold. We only know what others don’t. We could never be dangerous. We’re only harmful to ourselves. Geniuses of the world, oppressed, Not afraid to embrace an e...

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