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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Being cynical is Knowing you’re just a hunk of flesh on a rock floating in the universe Being hopeful is Denying that Being human is Somehow doing both...
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    I LOVE YOU. She practiced it first in writing because she was always more comfortable that way. She read it back silently, allowing the little voice in her head to try out different intonations. i LOVE you I love you i love YOU She kept saying and saying it in her head until the words lost ...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    She can harness the world on her shoulders and she can carry our hearts on her sleeve. Of our fragile lives she is the holder and there is no one to grant her reprieve. For a life is a daunting possession Whether it’s yours or another’s you keep Of weakness, she’ll make no confession ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Words, words Edge them in Make them heard Drown them out Raise your voice above the rest Quiet! Can’t you see? I want to speak My words have every right to— Be cut off Like the rest Wait your turn Listen— Quiet! This is dialogue A monologue of two Where voices fight each other ...
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    On the brink On the cusp Eyes flutter, fall, and stare Gentle breath Stilling fear of the world that’s gathered there Down we’ll go Dropping fast to the teasing, grand abyss So alone. In the crowd all awaiting their eclipse Can we shine? So alone? In this violent sea of light? ...
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    Here’s my truth What I must do but won’t, because it’s hard. I’ve lost my youth Been born anew alive but not unscarred. To check into reality, the time is coming near. To run away is much preferred, this clarity’s unclear. To have a path winding, straight A thing that I can...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Why does it still hurt? Shouldn’t it go away? Now? Ever? It’s so easy to get tired of reaching out, and of being the ONLY ONE to do the reaching. Why do I care more? Always. Always. Always. It isn’t fair. Is there something wrong with me? Something vitally flawed? Broken? Unfixable? I...
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    What is wrong with me? Why is this so hard? What am I doing wrong? These words can’t Save me I only want to Think Without having to Feel All the time About everything STOP These thoughts can’t Save me The thing is like a light Like a fight Like a runaway kite Forgetting to r...
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    FALLING, falling, catching all the sky Filling up the night like a lonely firefly A flicker, a moment, a tale without reason A burning cold, a freezing heat, a most intemperate season Never a more senseless sense, A more melodic song Never a more present tense, A more incessant wrong A feeli...
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    A poisonous relationship Creeping, crawling, love Who says that I can’t end it now? Who thinks that I’m not tough? I don’t ever want to loose you, dear But will I ever win? You tell me that you’ll stop for good Then do it all again Just tell me that it’s okay now Then do it all ...
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    I had never written a poem before I hadn’t lyrics to match life’s beautiful score But with some help from Google, Wiki, and Webster I learned that it is an art rather easy to master The sonnet has a rhythm of it’s own Though, of lines, it has only fourteen But a single noun or a verb a...
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    Outside my Window Green grass grows And everyone knows Sure as stars in the sky, That they’ll get by Outside my window The sun shines bright And people are right When they assuredly say It’s a wonderful day Outside my window The trees stretch tall And like the people, fall In ...
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    Hey you Yes you With the scanning eyes Read my words And I promise I won’t waste your time I am going to say What I know we’re all feeling: When did the rest of the world learn to write so damn well? I’m trying to be clever Be witty Be smart We all try to be what we love ...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
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    We know that a year is 365 days, give or take a few hours, and that the earth is 92,955,887 miles away from the sun, give or take a few feet. We know that time is relative and that distance is the space between two points. More than anything we know that if something is done well and, even more impo...
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    I've seen it done before People making beautiful words Fall into beautiful arrangements With a beautiful perfection It makes my heart melt My soul sing It makes me into a romanticist Then thrusts me toward realism Because nothing that beautiful Happens organically For me Words never fall ...
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    I am going to write a poem Or maybe It’s just words I’m going to write about him Because he’s all I can think about I refuse to name names Oh, hell Oh, no I can’t Because Because it’s far too important For me For my mental state Because a name is so potent and his is like pois...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    There seems to be a massive societal consensus that attractiveness can be measured by body mass. But the truth is, there are certain places on a woman’s body that, in order for her to be deemed attractive, must not be skinny at all. So life as a virtual toothpick has never given me any sense of co...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    As a child, I was horribly, dreadfully, intensely shy. I spent most of kindergarten jumping rope alone on the blacktop – 100 forward, 100 backward, 100 forward, 100 backward, every day – rather than confronting another human being. In first grade, one classmate and I started the delightfully iro...
  • Nonfiction > Heroes
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    If there is one person I know I love, it’s my grandmother. I have never called her that, though. It was always, “gramma,” “gram,” “graham cracker,” or sometimes “mommy” by accident. Some of my earliest memories are of Gram showing me things. She was holding my hand in the park...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    I was just sitting there holding a brown and purple dragon with a huge bolder for a tail and plastic fire in its mouth. We were in the midst of some sort of quest, us space-ranging dragons, or so I gathered listening to my cousins as they let their imaginations run wild. “Let’s pretend he’s...
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    I went to a 21-and-up bar last night. I would love to let your imagination run wild with that statement, but the truth is, I only went to watch my older cousin Morgan sing (she just joined a band, who got a gig at this English pub in downtown Sac). So my sister, Riley, and my parents were there....
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    High school is a really bad melodrama Who am I? Why am I here? Why doesn’t he love me? What is the meaning of life? I hear them talk Like hyperactive worker bees In their egocentric universes Full of needs and insecurities Am I alone? Why aren’t I popular? Who are my real friend...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    For our wars we build somber memorials to remind us of horrors past. Young and old shuffle by, wistful and sad, glancing with eyes downcast. Having Peace without victors failed; we want to come out on top. And if we can’t do it with words and not Swords, that doesn’t mean that we’ll s...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    I let out a melancholy suspiration on a melancholy day. I crumpled up the failed Trigonometry test, hoping it would provide me with some empty catharsis. It didn’t. I only felt the same confused, discontented feeling that had been buzzing through me all afternoon. It was all the more frustrating t...
  • Hot Topics > What Matters
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    There is a densely-packed, vastly-stretching, hopelessly writhing mass of human beings. It is strong. It is all-encompassing. It is everything and everyone. We cannot escape it and we cannot exist outside of it. Presently, I am on the bottom of the pile. But I am still young! There is hope for ...

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