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To whom it may concern: I walk by Abercrombie and Fitch every time I go to the mall. I can hear it from fifty feet away, the thumping bass of club music, and the strong smell of cologne. Every time I walk by the front door a larger than life photo of scantily clad models, sun kissed and perfect... - Opinion > Points of ViewLife passes by in endless monotony. Grey days upon greyer skies upon grey people moving through a grey world. How my soul would rejoice for something black and white! Each day wears on my mind like a file against wood, day by day, bit by bit, piece by terrible piece, pulling at the variety of memory...
- Poetry > Free VerseIn my miserable world, Black and white Matter more than grey, Boxes more than circles, Straight lines more that wavy ones, Only because It makes sense To not care, And to write off, Even when it is near impossible. Straight lines, And boxes, And black, And white, Make it simple To lo...
- Hot Topics > Bullying“Ha ha ha It’s so funny” I laugh at your joke It stings a little But you say It’s out of love So that makes it okay. “Ha ha You’re right.” Another joke Sarcastic remark That one bites More than stings But you say it’s out of love, So that makes it okay “Ha.”...
- Nonfiction > All NonfictionI’m tired. My desk is uncomfortable, the wooden ledge digging into my elbows as I lean forward to read the side note in my copy of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The actors on the tape drone on with their British accents, lamenting the woes of Helena and Demitrius. I don’t understand why Mr. Smith...
- Poetry > Free VerseI am not my own “Little sister” they call me, But they say it as if it means “Little failure, You’ll never be as good as her, All that you are is little sister “ I am not my own Will I always stand in your shadow? Will they ever know who I am? Or am I stuck, like an icicl...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt's late 11:30 late and I think of you and your smile your laugh your eyes that always watch her not me watch her with that look that would make my heart melt but she feels nothing doesn't look at you the way I do and now it's late and all I can think of is you...
- Opinion > Love / RelationshipsI don’t believe in soulmates. I wish I did, but I don’t. Ever since I was a little girl, I was taught that everyone had their Prince Charming, their knight in shining armor. When I got older, I started to figure out that reality is a lot harsher than the Brothers Grimm would have us believe. Peo...
- Poetry > Free Versepeople like Me don’t understand people like You who look into mirrors and say I’m fat when obviously I am standing here looking in the same mirror and obviously I am three sizes bigger than You and You still have the nerve to say I’m fat when so obviously I would give anythin...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceI see girls with makeup wandering aimlessly, twirling their hair and smiling at the boys. I see boys with muscles and basketball shorts laughing at the pretty girls’ jokes and smiling at their compliments. I see my reflection in the mirror, the teal fleece jacket hanging on a size fourteen frame a...
- Poetry > Song LyricsEmpty faces at empty doors Stare out at me As if I can’t see Empty faces with empty hearts Try and make it better But they can’t They can’t even start I’m walking alone For one more day Just Smile and put on a happy face I am called by every name No one Uses words But their fac...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryI act brave when I’m scared. I act happy when I’m sad. I act normal when my world is falling apart. No one will know, no one will ever suspect. They’ll think I stayed out too late or got lost on the way home. When they call and I don’t answer they won’t think anything of it because I never...
- Poetry > Free VerseDim-lights flicker-quick Voices drone On and on Talking, whispering. This cell Closes in, Boxes in, Keeps in, When all I want Is Summer....
- Poetry > Free VerseLittle-girl hands, Sticky-sweet, Hold safely Their little-girl dreams, Not letting go. But now, Big-girl hands Are much too busy, Much too big To remember, To care About dreams they once held In their little-girl hands...
- Fiction > RomanceShe touched the small box in her pocket and smiled. The cold of the wood bristled against her fingertips as she pulled it out of the worn down jacket. She fingered the lid, long forgotten memories bubbling to the surface. His smile, his laugh, his ever-sparkling, stormy eyes. The way she felt when h...
- Poetry > Free VerseEmpty people Filled with empty words Do they care? Do they see? No. The fast-light And quick-signs Steal their attention Steal their inner peace They cannot see the sky Where bright stars shine They only see the night And its blackness....
- Poetry > Free VerseA shoe Dark brown Scuffles along the pavement The wearer dreams of blue skies Rolling hills Majestic mountains That she cannot reach. Her eyes turn upward and see the city lights Surround her with their blurry-quick- liquid-monotony Yet in her minds eye She thinks of the place The only p...
- Poetry > Free VerseCracked dirt marks a legend Slippery sand grains slosh under my feet I walk along an often traveled path Where I will go, Nobody knows. My path twists and turns, It does not go where I want it to And yet I travel it Anyway....
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