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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    In retrospect, I probably should have gone to the police instead. We were walking home from school that day, Jordan and I. It was the best walking home in late autumn, when the air felt like pin-pricks and the ground was solid with cold. The school day was long and dull, with few periods of respite,...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    You still play with your hair when unsure of what to do with your hands And though the smiles you give me now are more inquisitive and abashed than romantic I can’t help but feel like we share something behind them And you still crinkle your nose when you laugh and use w...
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    Your voice is high and clear. It reminds me of the stream I used to explore as a child. And what you say is always interesting- you tell me things I never knew, things about you. Things about me and what I’m worth- more than silver, or gold. You say they hate you but I c...
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    i. they put a plastic bracelet around your wrist- it is always either too tight or too loose ii. abstract paintings on the wall will never make any sense- blotches of color will not change how nauseous, depressed, or dead i feel iii. trying to focus on the book i bring...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    There’s room behind her vision that tears could not invade There’s a wall around her center that words could not persuade Her anger and her arguments have both been turned to dust Her love and her compassion have since reduced to lust Her companions and her rivals are ...
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    A poem is a love affair, a fleeting record of sudden thought. It’s a bird to capture in your open palms, but only for a moment. Poems are lights from the tail ends of fireflies. There, then gone. Poems disappear far off into the night, accompanied by the boy from up the street. They do...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I’m constantly amazed at how I can sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep and never shake away the feeling of drowsiness. I allow it to envelop me three or four times each day, and yet never tire of sinking into nothingness. Perhaps I have a worn down soul. It could be my body is...
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    The poem I couldn’t write outlined all the reasons why I left you. It stated them, as clear as crystalline water, in simple language that even the slowest of thinkers could understand. It made me seem completely justified, entirely in the right. Certainly not crazy. Certainly not selfish. The p...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Tell me about the worst nightmare you’ve ever had. Make clever puns. Let me read the poems you write, sobbing into your pillow at four a.m. Let me read the poems you don’t so much write as spill, out of your fingers and onto the pages of your notebook. Slow dance to fast mus...
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    and I am so tired that I cannot think of a more eloquent word than just that, tired all I can think about is how I want to fall asleep in the marrow of your bones and feel the strain of each day pulling on your muscles and fall into sync with your sleep cycle I want to hear you tal...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    When I say, “I like your face,” what I really mean is “I can’t tell if your eyes are green or brown or hazel. I’ve noticed how your eyelashes flutter continuously when you speak and how you have a small dimple in each cheek. You look down and do this half-smile when you hear something sill...
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    I found her in the middle of the flight of steps surrounded by heavy bags full and laden with groceries. She asked for help, said she couldn’t make it all the way up. I asked why she tried to carry so much at once. She said: “Sometimes I forget I’m old. I ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I know it isn’t my fault, but I’m sorry that you’re sad. I’m sorry that they hit you (with words, fists, open palms). I’m sorry that you feel unworthy. I’m sorry that you spend some nights lying awake, staring at the ceiling. I’m sorry that feels so lonely. I’m sorry that you...
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    If people were numbers, I’d be the denominator of the smallest fraction. If people were planets, I’d be Neptune. If people were socks, I’d be knee-highs. If people were tea, I’d be earl grey. If people were colors, I’d be pale blue. This does not make sense...
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    I like to say aloud the names of others. My closest friends, brand new acquaintances, authority figures. Their owners aside, names have personalities of their own. “Jordan” is blunt and bold, it pushes you out of the way. “Eva” is softer, pinks and browns, flower petals mixed with dir...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Life is like an overstuffed burrito If you focus too much on one side, everything falls out the other....
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    I hope you wake up one morning with a limp, fall down your stairs on the way to the kitchen, pull yourself up to make coffee, and find jellybeans in the grinder. Because that’s what it feels like, talking to you....
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    I enjoy writing poem titles more than the poem's words themselves...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    don't know calculus. I don't know why the quadratic formula is important. I don't know what they put in hot dogs or how to make people like me, and despite 150 hours spent sitting in a classroom, I still don't know anything about chemistry. But I do know how to make coffe...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Roses on a grave The eternal echo of "We all make mistakes"...
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    Staring at the page Words coiled up inside me Where to go from here?...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Sometimes I think they see it too, in the dust markings on a bookshelf or the slight angle of a painting. Sometimes I want to ask them, if they feel it in the air or the earth beneath their feet. Sometimes I see it in their faces, the crooked temper of a sorry smile or a glint of fire be...
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    You were warm. Your laugh was shrill and sent fire through my veins. Now my blood runs cold. When I see you on the street, I turn the other way....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Last night I dreamt that you stood tall You carried the world on your curved back and your spine snapped You weren’t made to bear the weight Last night I dreamt that you woke with the sun Your shoulders stretched through the atmosphere and burned into one million stars You weren’t m...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Think innocence. Think dreams. Think childhood untouched by the horrors of the world, because goodness knows the kids can't handle it. Think unrealistic expectations. Puffy clouds and cotton candy. Everything light and airy. Blue skies and wide eyes because the child is always right, no matt...

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