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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    there’s a line all writers know it can’t be crossed on purpose we creep up to its edges with our craft like a ship up to the sand but cannot step over it until we learn to swim with lessons from Hemingway. i do not sleep until i hit this line and one day i pray i’ll pass it and what ...
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    god make me a violin let the notes of others give me purpose and beauty dig into my strings to hear sweet music if i were a violin god, i would be happy they could stuff me away when i bored them or take me out in silence to fill the room with noise just noise that we call music...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
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    Somewhere in this country, deep in the heart of America, children are playing under the pallid and humid Southern sun, flags of red and white and blue are quickly flapping bellyful with the wind of freedom, an old couple is walking and talking their way into their past on a frigid beach in Maine, le...
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    The pale-faced one decided to smile tonight. It was only a crescent, but she did it. I had forgotten what she looked like When she grins. When I saw her last, her mouth was gaping And brilliant And bright And I couldn’t just stare in secret For she could see me. But when she offers but...
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    Step into the room, flip on the light Perfect time to think about tonight Back in the kitchen father is cooking Back in the room, where no one is looking, Jimmy is thinking. Thinking ‘bout that game. How could a missed basket bring his family such shame? A scholarship’s just money, a son ...
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    I once saw a man in the subway And his hands were painted blue Like blueberry syrup And his hands were stuck to a blue violin And he could only play sad music And I could only think sad things. It’s too bad my money couldn’t be blue, too. I gave him a fifty And I thought I could See t...
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    I think heaven Is surrounded by a river of light. Darkness seems too cold and shrewish To guard Paradise. I think I’ve seen heaven. It’s that flash of brilliance When the cluttered clouds Slip away From the sun And reveal The face of God....
  • Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
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    The largest city in the world without automobiles, Fes, Morocco, is alive with the sounds of the medieval era. Donkeys beat their hooves against the cobbled streets, merchants yell out the prices of their wares, and the booming voice of the call to prayer summons the faithful to mosques. The roads o...
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    It is a moonlit gallery of stars With blazing black passing clouds. It is a shooting gallery for Mars A swimming pool of sounds. It is a beachside Cap Cod house With sprawling vines and roses. It is her half-hanging off blouse As she looks at me and poses. It is her golden hair in sunlight ...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    It’s hard to live as a shadow. No one hears you, sees you, cares if you are there. A shadow is dark. Loneliness is perched on your shoulder, whispering deadly lies in to your ear. It covers your mouth. Unable to speak, you sit there, in the dark, thinking, trying to find the words, wanting to scre...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    A diamond peers, thrust against the granite night, jewels, hand picked by the moonlight, unravel the thoughts inside me. Wispy spiderwebs of cotton dance eerily and veil the diamond with strokes of black poison, concealing her pallid glare. Ever rising, the the eternal eye of a dying god, she i...
  • Hot Topics > Bullying
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    When I decided to become Muslim, no one was happy for me. No one smiled, shook my hand, patted me on the back, or gave me a hug. No, they smirked, they laughed, they grimaced, they pursed their lips to imprison the words that nearly escaped. Some let those words free. Each syllable danced on their t...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Crimson paper, snow. With winter comes death's embrace. kiss the pallid curls....
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Seeing with eyes close memories long forgotten, here I lie dreaming. Perhaps they're not real, but these images scare me, as I lie dreaming. As darkness conceals, my mind unravels wonders, with me here dreaming. Each night I sleep burns. Burns fuels to power my dreams. My dr...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    On those moonless nights, when the sky meets the earth in a monotonous gray and one is compelled to befriend the night, when the stars are splashed nonchalantly against a blackened canvas, a thousand tiny diamonds of boiling gas and matter painted on to it, when the darkness is so thick it can be wo...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    There's something you didn't tell me, and you can't hide it anymore. Right there. That look. It's how I know you're lying. Under that fake smile of yours, I see it. That stupid look you have when you're lying through your teeth. Hidden, concealed, inside of...
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    Silence lingers Over a dark and unlit room. Little do they know I am here. If they did, God knows what they would say. They cannot understand why I stay alone. Understanding. It's that simple term the Devil likes to twist and play with. Everyone leaves. I solitude I stay....
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    There were two walls she saw: the one to feel, the one to see. She had her head down in her knees. She heard the footsteps darkening the night. She closed her eyes and prayed to God for light. She breathed in furtiveness into the room. She wrapped her fingers around the metal broom. She slowly...
  • Poetry > Limerick
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    There once was a man from Spain Who was incredibly vain. Until his nose came off when he let out a cough. Now his face drives him insane....
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