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  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    On my first encounter with The Ache, I was six years old, sitting in the back of my mother’s minivan, a high-pitched voice asking for a new Raggedy-Ann doll, and being rejected with a stark, “No.” My heart dropped down to a hole in my stomach as if it was tied to a pulley, a weight dragg...
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    The Window is my favorite thing about this apartment. After long days at work, I often take a stool and sit by the Window for hours, watching the little blackbirds fly from branch to branch, listening to their high-pitched chirps. Sometimes I bring my sketchpad over and try to capture the movement o...
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    Good morning, everyone, and Welcome to Progress Radio! Today, we bring to you reports That society has finally become SO advanced, that scientists have Devised a way to completely Eliminate grass and nature-- Mechanical trees! Who ever liked those pesky little Ants and bees anyw...
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    I was in the car on my way to school one day, When I looked out the window and saw a tree. This was no ordinary tree. Hanging off of it, like leaves, Were pieces of trash. Plastic bags, candy wrappers, You name it, it was there. I rubbed my eyes, Thinking I was mistaken. I was not. ...
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    I always thought that to write poetry I had to be some kind of dreamy naturalist, A person whose words Flowed out like rivers Smoothing over the rocks in their wakes, Spilled like flowers over balconies, Hanging in the dazzling night sky. Poetry seemed so unreachable to me, Like no...
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    I look at his face in the fading picture Poking out from the pages of the newspaper. His eyes are eager, his cheeks rosy. In his face is a whisper of daringness, In his eyes, the curiosity of a child. At the thought of that word, child-- His face, his body, his frame Begin to shrin...
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    Sometimes it roars, Devours my limbs With its sinking teeth, Leaving me hunched Over and gasping For breath. Other times I feel It creeping, pulsing In the pit of my stomach. It beats, Beats, Beats-- I twitch and Crumble, Crippled by it. Mostly it lies Dormant, Always pr...
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    Moist brown dirt tickles the contours of my bare skin as my eyes blink open. With the graceful movements of a gazelle, I rise from the dust. Light trickles in through the treetops, creating speckled patterns across the ground. I take a deep breath of the pine, the woody dampness of the forest in its...
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    We first met on the rusty old swing-set of the Roger Elementary School playground. I was a puny little first-grader whose best friend had just moved to another school, and now I was left struggling to find my place within the labyrinths of exclusive recess games and rule-infested lunch cliques, in w...
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    I see outlet plugs in my dreams, Charger wires snaking through the dark night. Cell phone cords slither along the hardwood floors, Stretching farther and farther Until they reach my tender neck. They wrap around my throat and pull tight, Leaving me coughing and gasping for breath. I wa...
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    “Beautiful weather out, huh?” he says, tapping his fingers against the solid white table as the morning light bounces off the gold choking his finger. She looks out the window at the cars speeding by, blurbs of yellow and black, like buzzing bees in an invisible hive of hushed voices...
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    She seemed perfect. I watched her paint on a countenance of confidence every morning. When she walked to school, her steps were light. There was a carelessness in her strut. I heard her deep, echoing laugh resonate about the school halls, heard the swish of her hair as she tossed her dark brown l...

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