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  Harsh world

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  What is wrong with our world? That children as young as 10 are hanging themselves Hidden away For their unsuspecting siblings to find. What is wrong with our world? Innocent teachers trying to help get shunned for not being involved When in reality they are doing all they can Behind the sc...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The pessimist

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  Swirling shadows Come to eat my heart They creep in Through the cracks In my smile   And I wonder, Should I stop them? No. Let them engulf me Eat me Kill me.   An ominous silhouette hangs over my head Why do I keep it there? I will tell you, my fortunate friend. You think I’m t...
• Fiction > Historical Fiction
  Kate the Jack

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  Katharine Ernaly awoke and wriggled her toes underneath the scratchy sheet, trying to find a part of bed her body had not yet warmed. Droplets of sweat pricked her face and she turned away from the fire. The golden hollow in the middle of the living quarters was the only source of both heat and ligh...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Great Learning

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  Heart opens and Inside, stacked neatly are Two boxes Open the blue one Tumbling out Comes the knowledge Little raindrops Of learning Each a new discovery A new investigation A new discovery Lift the flap Red cube now Smells of sincerity Fill the heart The thoughts cover The furn...
• Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
  Dear Becky

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  Dear Becky, “I am a curious, courageous actor and I be appreciated.” That’s what a camper wrote on her folder where I worked at Shakespeare camp. This inspired me immensely, to see someone so young yet so motivated and able to voice who she is and who she wants to be. At only 11, she a...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  start a-new

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  If I am good can we move away? I'll start all over in that shiny new place I'll take off the make-up And the grunge. I'll patch my pants. The ones with the holes. I'll throw away all the drugs Swallow the cigarettes on my breath And my red plastic cup at parties Will ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Bittersweet

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  It's my territory and My heart. And I can share with people, Give a piece of my heart away And I take some of theirs In return. Its fair trade But you wouldn't take some Of mine and you hid yours away Unoffered and untaken. And that's also fair trade That is why you had t...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Hamlet and his friends.

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  Hamlet is maddened By the sick twisted game Of catch the king And revenge Claudius is ambitious Not honorable in the slightest He killed the king To get the crown Gertrude is unfaithful Driven to the lustful King By grief of those who are lost So wear your rue with difference ...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Playing Portia

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  Nor for yours neither. You’ve ungently Brutus, stole from my bed … Ugh, I sound awful! I would rather be anywhere but the chapel in the big church complex. Our show is in two weeks and we still have some scenes to block, including this one. My jaw clenches in frustration. This is an ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Behind the Laughter

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  An accordionist. Two sets of twins. An angry wife. And the kisser. What a very strange bunch. They were gathered in a ring. It was the first time they had been together as a group in over a month, so of course an inch of nervous energy stood in between them and the ground. A football of sound wa...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Off to war

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  Aren't you sad? The smiles The laughter The pillow forts in the corner of a basement will be gone. He could always make you laugh. And you dragged him around on a fluffy chair All because of his smiling eyes. Those smiling eyes that can squeeze a smile out of the most unhappy ones. T...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Ode to age

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  A little girl can be so free. The wind in her hair And a song on her lips Nothing more required to make her squeal with joy. A somersault in the sand And the grains join the wind Tangled together by the silky roughness of her locks. She paints the colors of her feelings Red can be calming ...
• Hot Topics > Pride & Prejudice
  Is Homosexuality an Abomination?

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  There is a boy crying in the corner of the playground. He has a pen and paper in his hand and is writing his suicide note. He feels like there is no other way out of the torment brought on by his peers, all because he wears a rainbow bracelet around his wrist to represent his sexuality. “Hey! Look...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Pretend Soup

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  The tin can Filled with button and Yarn soup Drink up Before it gets Cold and Old And the little Girl has no choice But to dump it under The bed until you are Hungry again...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Stuck in her throat

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  The silence Like a muffler Presses against her ears And pushes fear into her brain The words stick in her throat Do they dare come out? No. There they reside Until the girl, like a gravedigger, Buries them away Deep down Away from judgment And the risk of unknown. If the eyes never me...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  perfect dancer

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  There was a perfect dancer sitting on a wall Her toes were always pointed Her neck was always tall But because of all the pressure And pressure can be rough She lost all her self confidence Thought she wasn't good enough Her stomach became hollow Her skin got stretched to tight If yo...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Untitled Page

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  The blank space stares back at me My pencil yet to soil it with words...
• Poetry > Sonnet
  Bridge of music

  

  By Cinna_the_Poet, san francisco, CA

  A bridge to the other side, Like the frets of a guitar. Protect all the passersby From the dangers of a car The notes fly up As their feet hit the strings. I listen to the music The sound of walking brings. Their shadows hug the pavement As the people play the notes. Their voices add t...