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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    In the margins of my math notes I’ve scribbled, Little poems that you will never read. Frivolous, little rhymes, Alongside the gentle crests and troughs of a sin graph, Frivolous, little rhymes, That have neither its fluidity nor its grace. She writes on the board: y=x +2, And I sit ...
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    Her third summer here, rain fell like the tears of a widow. It flooded the local sewage plant, bringing to the streets those parts of us that we would have much rather forgotten. A few children fell ill and by August it was rumored that the second Black Plague was upon us. It felt as if God Almighty...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Madeline’s mother must have been one of those women who actually ate protein-fortified salads, didn’t drink, took vitamins, and did ‘light exercise’ during their pregnancy. Actually, considering Madeline’s ability to ace a math exam while she has a hangover and a pregnancy scare, her mom p...
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    Timothy was a young boy of 14 who lived with his mother Daisy, father Tom, and Indian butler Ranjit in a humble little mansion on Beverly Hills. Every morning Timothy commuted to school in a stretch limousine, every evening Timothy completed his homework with the help of 3 Oxford educated PhD’s, a...
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    In the days when I was young, vulnerable, and timid, I spent most of my time at place where none of that mattered. It was called the Hiding Place. You can find the Hiding Place in the forest across from John’s Convenient Store. Yes, that forest may look intimidating from the outside, as forests of...
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    Tonight I gaze into a well, Its water pitch black And sparkling with constellations. My coins fall in One by one, Slowly drowning all of my dreams. The air around me is all cold and mean. My breath is frozen So that when I cough Tiny shards of ice tumble out And sparkle in the pale m...
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    In the days when I was young, vulnerable, and timid, I spent most of my time at a place where none of that mattered. I called it the Hiding Place. It was there that my friend justin and I drank champagne from a plastic cup on the night of my 17th birthday. justin asked me all kinds of beautiful ques...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Whenever someone asks me, “Hey, so what are you religious beliefs?” I always respond with a shrug and a shaky, “I’m not sure, actually.” Before I can even begin to elaborate on this statement, that person puts on a condescending little smile or straight-out launches an unasked for l...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I wish that my entire life was just one long walk; That on the day I was born the doctor would have said, “Let’s go for a stroll.” And we would have walked together, Side by Side, In peaceful silence, Until it was time for him to go home, To his kids, and his wife, and ...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
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    A big part of human life is dedicated to crawling out of one’s own minds and forging social connections with others. In the good ol’ Stone Age, this was done through something called talking (the act of opening one’s mouth and letting one’s thoughts spill out). It required face time; not the...
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    Dear Mama, I always liked the song “Bohemian Rhapsody,” didn’t I? Well, I guess now I’m living it. Hahaha. Sorry, I shouldn’t joke; jokes aren’t funny when they’re true. Then, they’re just cruel. I guess I could apologize, but somehow, asking you to forgive me seems cruel too. ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    On the eve of my graduation, I took a stroll down a forgotten path; Letting the expectations and the worries and the years peel off me, Until I finally felt small but sure, Light but strong. And then I just jumped; up and down, back and forth, all around, Until I landed in front of an old ...
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    It’s on the tip of my tongue, Shaking, quivering, refusing to leap; A little boy on the springboard of the local pool, Holding up the groaning line behind him, Not so much afraid of the water, As he is of the jump. It’s hiding in a thin wrinkle of my brain, With its body bond up tightly...

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