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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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      It’s hard to explain to those who are different.   As eloquent as I may be with words, it’s still a difficult thing to portray.   It’s difficult to portray what it means to be a writer.   Why not write, they ask me. Why not be a writer? But what the...
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    Bum… bum… bum… the scrape of chains against metal. The eerie high-pitched piano, full of sharps and flats, tickles across the raised hair on the backs of necks throughout the audience. There is a moment of silence, the calm before the storm. Then the spotlight hits a lone figure, and the storm...
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    I brush the dust off the old tools I've forgotten. There's an old sense of lust for the words left unwritten. Just 26 characters, and the infinite stories they've told. Just curves and lines that will be bought and sold. But to force my own imagination to create a form for ...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    She deliberately trips. And her bright red cranberry juice leaps across his chest, splattering his white button-down with a bloody smear. "Oops!" she exclaims sarcastically. Because it was his fault, after all, his foot was in her way. He glowers back at her. Then spins around. Drops hi...
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    Thank you for leading us on. Me, her, and them. She always thought I was a threat to your relationship. And she was right, but I was wrong... ...about you. Thank you for showing me I'm the one who's innocent. Maybe I fell in love with just the thought of love, ...
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    A lovely masquerade dance I, as I laugh behind my mask of lies. Perhaps you see, perhaps not, but the smiles you hear hide a heart tinged with rot. Still, I'll pretend that I'm happy. I'll laugh at your quips, though you and reality strike me with whips. Your wicked charm ...
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    Wearied and wrinkled, Death sighed and slumped. "One is not so lively now," said she. "Perhaps 'tis time, 'tis my time, too, to lay my cheek down and sleep." A brutal life lived she, giving nought but final relief, taking even the greenest leaf. But how to go n...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    We are cowards. I am a coward for not saying this to your face, and you are a coward for trying to drown your problems. But the problem with your problems, like most people's problems, is that your problems are sponges. They expand and grow as you pour more on them, until they adapt a...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Don't touch me, I'll break. I'm made of glass, you see. But, that's right? you already knew that about me. It's why you tiptoe whenever we meet, and you turn down music that has a strong beat. You remember that I'm fragile? to be handled with care. Don'...
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    When you wish upon a star, your wish defines who you are. How you'll be, and where you'll go, but your wish? We'll never know. Now, when you wish upon the moon, you know your wish will come true soon. But wish for gains for just yourself, and you'll find that you'...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    The women swirl and dip, skirts flaring. The room is packed. This, combined with the host's request that only black or white be worn, makes it easy to lose one's partner. A young couple step away to the balcony, where it snows gently. They lean into each other and peer wistfully into the n...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I've never met you. In fact, I don't know anything about you. Well. Except your innermost thoughts, feelings...fears. Emotions. Those I know. I know those, and I know your favorite quote, your favorite song, favorite book, and movie. I know your words. I see them roll...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Her eyes, wide open, as they've been drawn to be. Focused and staring, but she can't really see. Sketched with a steady pencil, held by an unsteady heart, emotionless and still, windows too far apart. Windows to the soul, they say, windows clouded and opaque. Windows blurred wit...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    His sword drawn and held high, he slipped into the room. Though asleep, she seemed wary of his impending doom. He laid his blade down, his kiss ready to bestow, but there were tears on her cheeks that made her skin glow. Frozen in time, or so it seemed, the droplets of pain sat there and ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Look under the cushions, Beneath the cat, Behind the curtains, And in an old hat. Where could you be? You were here yesterday. I thought I'd be fine If I locked you away. Now people are staring; I'm falling apart. Some people are glaring; This wasn't smart. I lost my...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Look under the cushions, Beneath the cat, Behind the curtains, And in an old hat. Where could you be? You were here yesterday. I thought I'd be fine If I locked you away. Now people are staring; I'm falling apart. Some people are glaring; This wasn't smart. I lost my...
  • Reviews > Book Reviews
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    It's not often that you read a book and find yourself unbearably attached to a character who's already dead. However, through the unique telling of her story, I couldn't help but become attached to Hannah Baker. Her story is told by herself, or rather her voice, through cassette tapes that ...
  • Reviews > Music Reviews
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    “OH MY GOD. You look just like Shakira!” These are often the first words sung from my mouth when I see a certain friend of mine in the morning. Followed immediately by, “No, no, you’re Catherine Zeta?” and then her response: “Actually, my name’s Marina!” <Cue the dissolving into g...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    The old screen door slammed behind the girl, about 16 years old, with a dull echo through the small cabin. Standing on the outside of it, one could see through various cracks in the log walls. She walked over to the man kneeling next to an ancient looking TV set along one wall. The place was furnis...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Exams are in, pencils are down. A sigh of relief echoes around. School is out— it's summertime. So why do I feel so left behind? College is next. It can't be that bad. It'll help me forget why I feel so sad. New friends will come, old friends will go. But I won&#...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    He was a strong, sleek, beautiful animal. She loved to show him off at her frequent and lavish dinner parties, such as the one in which she was currently engaged. Her laughter rang out, sweet and melodic to her guests. To him, this laughter covered up the true woman inside. A careful sort of look-aw...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    To push this computer off the edge, is to push myself as well. An addiction out of my control, to the secrets they do tell The screen, a screen, to hide one from all view. A knife, so sharp, sharper than should be true. Pushed off the edge, by words alone, typed without a thought If...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Red with rust, covered in dust, that lonely heart. 'Til death did they part. The end was here, as Death wandered near. Stumbled uncertainty, loved, not so perfectly. Parted, they are now, but not forever. Started, love again, now more than ever....
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    Love, will you stay by my side as I fall gently to sleep. Stay with me through harsh and light, as I become less, less bright. Hold me hand through all the night, I'll say goodbye come sweet morning. So it's farewell, my dear love, I'll see you up above....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    It is music to my hungry ears, over yonder, by and near, as I begin to sink below, my pretty tune begins to slow. Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink, as the ocean pulls me there, as I cease to think. Heavy wet, all pressing in, pretty, yet still dark as sin. A smile's...

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