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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    you look at me like I matter, but you act like I don’t. you smile at me when I’m not looking, but you turn away from me when I see you. you hold me when we’re all alone, but you let go when others are around. you hug me like I’m the only person in the world, when we both know that...
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    I’m a raw, open wound around you, waiting to be infected with your sickening, distracting, beautiful perfection. Your essence leaks into me, like a poison slowly killing me, without you knowing a thing. Yet somehow, although you slowly destroy me, I can’t stop thinking about you, loving ...
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    There’s nothing like the rush, of feelings when he touches me. The literal flip and flutter in my stomach, as his hand touches my cheek. It sounds cheesy, but his smile, really does things to me. It makes me want to grin and stare and kiss. I’ve never been in love, but this might be wha...
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    I feel like I knew him. It’s weird for me to say, but true enough. I let him into my home, into my life. He watched me from posters I hung up in my room (it sounds creepy, but it’s not), I watched him on my beloved TV show, Glee. He seemed amazing to me, so confident, and so real. That was the t...
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    All of a sudden, it’s as though she was falling, Soon, she would hit the ground, Because he wasn't there to catch her anymore. In a way she would be falling, Falling for the rest of her life, Nothing would ever be the same again. He wasn't there for her anymore, He wasn't be ...
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    Losing someone is the hardest part of life, Having to say goodbye too soon, Breaks so many hearts. Hers was ripped out of her body, When she received a phone call, At 10:24 a.m. “We’re sorry to inform you…” No, no, no. He couldn’t be dead, He wasn’t dead. She wouldn’t believe...
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    There is a boy on my bus who is… different, special. He sits in the same spot every single day, the seat right in from of mine. He always gets on at the same stop, and gets off two stops before me. He never talks. His headphones and beanie are always on, in fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen h...
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    Sometimes you can’t help the hate. It comes at you from all angles, with every possible razor sharp edge lodging into your body. Some people are targeted for race, others gender. I was targeted for who I couldn’t help but fall in love with. I met Daniel when we were in kindergarten. He stuck a ...
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    I grew up in a world of acceptance, Of difference, Where everyone was loved for who they were. I grew up naïve, Believing that this was how the world worked. To me, no one was, Gay or straight, Black or white, Male or female, Poor or rich. No one cared about, Race, Gender, Class, Or ...
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    Smile, Smile for the camera, That’s right, just like that. Don’t think about it. Don’t dwell on it. That doesn’t matter right now. Look like you’re happy. Don’t you want to look back at this moment, And remember how happy you should have been on this day? Please, forget it for ...
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    His brown eyes, Enchant you. His full lips, Intrigue you. His messy hair, Annoys you. His pierced ear, Fascinates you. But him, You love. And ever since, He chose to love you back, For some reason, You think you’re better than me. What is it? Is it his hair? The way, when you run ...
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    I touched a crocodile’s tongue. It was silky, yet rough. His jaws were held open, as I smoothed his teeth. His beady, black eyes, showed no mercy. I touched a crocodile’s tongue, and I’m writing this, with the same hand, that was in the mouth, of a terrifying, yet helpless beast....
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    She was a beautiful little girl. She would run a round the garden, trying to fly up, up and away with the colorful birds that surrounded her, her dirty blonde hair whipping behind her as she ran. She loved to color drawings she made of herself, flying, singing, and being the happy little girl she wa...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    I recently had a classmate of mine laugh at me for expressing my love of words, writing and literature. We were reading a passage from Emily Bronte’s “Wuthering Heights” and I had written on the side of the page, the simplest of words, “beautiful language”. My classmate laughed and said th...
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    Sometimes they fight. Blaring, roaring, angry, terrible fights. They say that they hate one another. “I never want to see you again!” She screams. And then he leaves, because he believes her, and because a part of him feels the same way. He goes out to his favorite bar, the one he always goes...
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    If I'm being honest, and I am, there is only one word to describe David O. Russell's Oscar-nominated film, “Silver Linings Playbook” and that word is: Perfection. Jennifer Lawrence and Bradley Cooper's Academy Award-nominated performances as two slightly insane small-town people willing to h...
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    The first boy that ever loved me was a chubby little French boy with gorgeous blue-green eyes. The sad part of the story is that I didn’t love him back. There’s no real reason as to why, just that I was a funny little 3rd grader who still had higher expectations of the men in my life. Fortunatel...
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    I always resented my mother for dragging me around the world. I was born in the States, and 3 weeks later, my mom and I flew right back over to Guinea (in West Africa). I’ve been a world traveler ever since. I could recite flight safety instructions on cue, and I know all the little tricks to make...
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    We all know what it’s like to want to get out of high school, some of us more than others. Struck by Lightning confirms that everyone has problems, even cheerleaders and football players, and Chris Colfer’s (Glee) Carson Phillips has dirt on all of them. As a Kurt Hummel fan, I was a little appr...
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    Reflections Are nothing But empty Dreams Of the people We wish To become....
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    There were three of them. Three names. One girl, and she loved all three of them. The first name was Caleb, and she loved him as her best friend. He was kind, caring, and loyal. He was Monday morning lattes and Tuesday afternoon runs. He was Saturday movie marathons and Sunday morning breakfast. Ca...
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    Writing is something I do to escape, to leave the world I live in and enter another that I may or may not wish I were part of. I write about crazy old women who pig out on pizza, and then to work it off, go mall walking. I write about girls without the perfect parents, because I don’t know what th...
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    We‘re born, We die, And some of us try to do some living in between. The end....
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    The sky in the evening as the sun is setting, her dress as is falls over her creamy thighs. Pricks of fingers onto white sheets, the cherry cough syrup that tastes nothing like cherry. Berries on wreaths at Christmas time, and poppies pinned to chests. An apple a day keeps the doctor away, an...
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    It’s so hard, Being alone, Without you here, Holding me. It’s not easy, Knowing you, Then you’re away, Far from me. I wish you were here, Laughing and singing, In that loud voice, That I miss so much. You’re my best friend, My soul mate, Someone I love, The one I love. ...

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