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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    It has been said that rats flying in the rain are unsightly. But they are the smells of the City at Night. Black coffering and a clear cigar with the sweet cries of melancholy wafting through the air. This is the feel of the City at Night. A cold, steel collar a pearl-pasted chain ...
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    The early 19th century was a period of drastic economic, cultural, and social change in America. This Market Revolution was an expansion of infrastructure, financial institutions, and westward expansion enabled by the new technology, such as the steam engine and cotton gin. With these changes came m...
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    In the play Macbeth, the Weird Sisters and Banquo introduce a symbolic and constant parallel between sleep and innocence and sleeplessness and guilt. The contrast becomes especially apparent when Macbeth and Lady Macbeth unsuccessfully try to suppress and escape from their guilty consciences by tryi...
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    These animals bleed. Clear for the cut, smoking flesh, for the "civilized."...
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    Peace of mind. That's it. That's all I want. But fate is cruel. Stop my sweet tears....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Clear off the desk I don’t want to see them anymore. Your leathered face Your wiry red hair Your crook of a smile that comes round the bend when you least expect it. Your big belly laugh Your crinkled numbing eyes The stories of your childhood wracked with a guilt untold. Your li...
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    What is the meaning of it all? What are we supposed to think? To pen our thoughts in red ink? To smile at puppies like we’re taught to? To cry at death, but only when we ought to? To mistake life for a dream? To rip it open at the seams? To cleave the threaders’ clever marks and bleed ...
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    Wake up to a soft sound Blink eyes, afraid See my bed See my dog See my sunlight Sigh Feet on the floor, rocking Put in contacts See my bathroom See my floor See the writing on the wall Sigh Take banana out the door Swig some water and go See my street See my bus See my strangers...
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    She tells me she's fine. I tell her I'm not at all. but, in life, who cares?...
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    In the epic poem, the Odyssey, written by Homer, the fates of the heroes Agamemnon and Odysseus both lie, at least partially, in the hands of their wives, Penelope and Clytemnestra, women capable of wielding power over or in the service of their husbands. The Odyssey clearly contrasts the qualities ...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    I don't want a show please just an apology I will absolve you...
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    Clasp the knotted hands Broken, unfinished, alive They lead me away....
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The singed oak tree bent low, grazing the sterile ground with its mass of fingers, reaching to the foundation of the house with its many feet. A broken swing lay flat on the ground next to the oak, independent of it except for the chips of rusted steel that punctured the side of the tree and curling...
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    Gaping hole in life She massages her shoulder Full of doubt, gnawing...
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    Before it came before sense deserted my people, it often reassured me of its worth and its sense. It told me of its plans: build the bridges maintain the schools keep the people safe. I was deceived. I let it come. It eclipsed me with a fiery passion. Sheathed in a white veil, it...
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    In the novel 1984, Winston wrote, “If there is hope,... it lies in the proles” (71). Proles are the one group of citizens capable of dethroning the Party, and therefore, for the Party to ensure their perpetual rule, the teeming masses of ignorant proles must remain uninformed of the inner-workin...
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    If I was looking for happiness, I would revisit at the blue front door, where the Robins live. They slip and slide through passageways, knocking over unimportant things. They do not care about the end. They just float in an endless sea of joy. I came to them first in a dream-walk. They sw...
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    Black checkers plague me The indigenous drop bombs The world is ending....
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    The hotel bar Goes black and white A smoke room with The crème de la crème Of the Upper East Side And the superior cigars. As color returns, The picture is blurry. The overworked concierge Exhales a cloud of antique pride Traded for the addictive call Of status and reputation And a mar...
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    My aunt was recently diagnosed with cancer, and the night I found out, I locked myself in my room and searched desperately for a melancholy, angry song. After Internet searching, which didn't seem to produce much, I realized that I had just bought the new album "Blown Away" by Carrie ...
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    Wuthering Heights is a novel typical of the Romantic period, which implies characters’ strong emotions such as horror and awe and a strong connection to Nature, passion that is isolated from the constraints of society in the novel. Romanticism plays a large role in Heathcliff and Cathy’s love f...
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    I venture to the New York City bookstore The Strand about once a month. After passing one book several times during my visits, I finally picked it up, and I'm glad I did. The language in The Namesake is beautiful, detailed, and rich. The story, about a young couple who has recently moved to ...
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    The dragon scorches my skin with fiery breath Heat burns beneath her scales Her slimy forked tongue springs forth Demons cling to her pupils She raises her head to expose miles of neck And screams out, “Henry, where is your homework?”...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    She plopped down on the floor and stared up at her mother. She tickled her mother’s bare feet with her own. “You did well in your game today,” her mother commented. “Thanks,” she said absentmindedly, continuing to wiggle her toes. “Ooh, I like your toenails. Did you do them?...
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