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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    it was nothing more than your run of the mill pizza joint. squeezed between a furniture store and an antiques shop with a sole rusty car parked out front. flat roof and one of those fluorescent OPEN signs but the E was burned out. inside, furnished without much but a glass fridge for drink...
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    cold feet. that's what was supposed to be the cause of her symptoms... but she didn't get it. the temperature of her toes inside the white pointed shoes handed down from her mother had nothing to do with the ache of uncertainty buried in the depths of her stomach. in less than ...
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    she wants it. wants so much that she is willing to waste away if it means being wanted. is told she is sick and she is sick, of waiting for all this weight to lift off more than just her shoulders. they say she's lost more than just the color in her cheeks. counting on the numbers ...
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    her smile was broken, but they could not see the cracks. drowning, drowning– once she started sinking, there was no turning back. it seemed as though she had forgotten how to swim and so with nothing else to cling to she drowned herself in him. slowly the oxygen was seeping from her lung...
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    every day she vowed not to love herself until there was less of her to love. she made a promise not to fill herself with anything but misery until the soft slopes of her skin became plateaus of flat perfection. until the flashing numbers beneath her feet no longer made her feel sick t...
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    if only he’d told her that he thought her eyes were six shades of beautiful and that he loved the way she smelled, like cinnamon and sweaters buried in an old wooden chest. if only he had mentioned how he’d noticed when the bracelet he’d given her slid right off her meager wrist and ho...
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    Her nose is a little crooked, Ben found himself thinking as the redhead seated next to him let out a laugh at the joke he'd just told. Something about a rabbi and a horse walking into a bar. He couldn't remember why it was so funny, but he smiled along with her and downed the remnants of his scotch ...
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    Staring into the mirror she sees Not the girl she once knew, but the girl they destroyed Vacant eyes gray where blue used to be And the space for her heart now simply a void Blind to her beauty, she notices only flaws Invented by the monster called society’s lies Wishing for perfection, a ho...
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    The girl’s pounding footsteps rang throughout the quiet streets, her breaths becoming quicker and faster as she ran. Her two braids flew out behind her, one of the pink ribbons securing them threatening to come undone. The lace on her left shoe had unraveled, and a small hole in the knee of her po...
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    The man’s expression was as icy and bitter as the air itself, as though the stormy sky was reflecting his dark mood. As he leaned against the cold, unforgiving brick wall, he attempted once more to warm his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, yielding no luck. With one of his slipper-clad fee...
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    “No, you’re prettier.” “No seriously, you’re so much prettier!” A single sigh cannot express the irritation growing within me, so I keep my mouth shut and roll my eyes instead. Day after day, lunch after endless lunch, my ears are forced to endure this constant, self-degrading argu...
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    Maggie O’Brian was not a romantic sort of person. In fact, even as a child, she scoffed at the happily-ever-after endings of the bedtime fairytales read to her, and even after lights-out and goodnight kisses, she wondered how such endings could be true. Maggie knew of the monster that people calle...
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    I float, I drift, I soar across the star-splattered midnight sky arms outstretched my fingertips lightly brush the clouds they are soft like cotton candy alone, up so high, yet I am unafraid I know my bed will catch me if I fall What’s that? up ahead a figure, resting upon a cloud as...
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    Ideas swirl around me Dreams press against my smooth skin A pool of magnificent mysteries pulse above me I gaze out the window pressing my fingertips against the glass the real world lies beyond me only a few feet from where I stand but the glass divides the dimensions of dreams and rea...
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    “Hayley!” you yell, poking your head out of your dad’s old jeep. “Come on!” Sighing, I snap one more picture of the flower I’ve been focusing on for the past ten minutes, and start walking toward the school parking lot. I breathe deeply as I walk, savoring the warm sunlight on my skin...
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    I’d had enough. I was leaving. Fuming, I yanked open my dresser drawers and crammed clothes into my duffel bag at random. Finding my wallet, I shoved it into the zippered pocket, wishing bitterly that my cheap parents hadn’t stopped giving me a weekly allowance. As I chucked more things into...
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    Before their critical eyes she cowers Expecting the worst of their judgements Always afraid of the looks, the whispers Under their gaze she worries and frets The nervous thoughts race through her head In her mind she is nothing For the mirror tells the ugly truth Underneath...

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