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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    A packed lunch A peace of mind A presence of strength and love and happier times.   A bed made A dinner cooked A sentence spoken within just one look.   A strong woman A loving wife A great mother to look up to every day of my life....
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    I know the pain of being alone. when friends you always thought would be there, Leave. and the people you love don't love you as much.   I know the pain of being alone, when all you want is a friend.   I know the pain of being alone, and i wish i didn't know it so well. ...
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    The life of a housewife is, To sit and wait for You Husband. Hope he is not to drunk to Hug the children.   The life of a housewife is, To buy what's on your television Show it to your friends. Hope they don't notice Your cheap dress.   The life of a housewife is, To si...
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    The city is beautiful at night, just as all other cities with that same throb of vitality and life.   That feeling that here is where you were meant to be, only here you can find the raw marrow of your life.   Amid all the rush and movement of the people, you alone   are sti...
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    A man from a different land came here today, He looked and he saw He sighed and he stayed   See did he the tears od the black man See did he the sweat of the worker   A man from a different land came here today, He listend and he heard He frowned and he prayed   Hear did h...
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    Drink. When Dad comes home trashed Drink. When Mom screams Drink. When they fight and theres blood Drink. When Dads crying on the floor Drink. When the cops come Drink. Drink. Drink. ...
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    cold fingers curl around cracked green vinyl seats   the bus jumps over a pothole backpacks press into shoulderblades   mouths chatter minutes away cheek stuck to the cold bitter glass   houses flash by: -brown-yellow-blue-brownbrownbrown-   shades pulled tight doors ...
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    Land of the free Home of the brave  Superpower. This is what I hear slide from the mouths of teachers, parents, patriots.   But it is not what i feel when i hear ignorance shouting, "F**!" into the ears of somebody who was born a lit...
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    we measure out our lives in bells and whistles in the ticking of a clock instead of in the space between thoughts and thoughts   we measure out our lives in long or short instead of deep and shallow   we measure out our lives and then all we have is a measuring stick wh...
  • Fiction > Romance
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     I pulled my purple jacket even closer to my skin, but the cold seeped through anyway. You were cold too, I could see your breath turning to clouds in front of your face. The night settled in the tree branches like heavy drapes, the only points of light were the stars and the burning ember o...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
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    She wakes up at the crack of dawn and stares herself down in the mirror. She evaluates her body like a butcher, staring at the parts she needs to cut away; thinner thighs, skinnier arms, tiniest waist. She tries not to think about the fridge full of food downstairs that she cannot and will not ea...
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    Somber sea waves on a slate-grey morning, I bundle up tight – All my heaviest fears and hurts Fold them fondly And with soft touches I set them off to sea. Slow rain drips from my long hair, The tip of my nose, my eyelashes Soaking clothes hug close Clinging to my warm skin. The slate...
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    Am I invisible? I open my mouth Nobody hears the words I shout Heads don’t turn I scream until I see red Why can’t anybody hear me?! I know I’m real Do they? Chattering around and around and around As if I don’t exist I’m sitting right here. I wave my arms Eyes remain glasse...
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    Regret is when the moonlight caught your face so perfectly and in the dark we felt closer than ever but when you leaned in i turned my cheek because fear was stronger  than the urge to kiss you under the stars until you could see all of me   Regret is when we were dancing lou...
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    The sun beats down on me Harsh and uncaring I submerge myself in the pool Feeling the relief of the water caressing my skin I close my eyes and am transformed.   My long red hair floats and tangles wild and angry like the sea Little scales ripple down my spine and scatter ac...
  • Hot Topics > What Matters
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    When I walk into my High School guidnace office I see shelves lining the walls with books from top to bottom. Well that's good. Except it isn't. Because almost all of those books, like a hard 90%, are all about collegee and the SAT's...ok...so what if I don't want to go to college? Then i get, "No...
  • Opinion > Environment
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    The quiet moments in life, the ones in which you feel the most content, are the moments in which you learn the most about yourself. Those moments when your dreams give color to the world and a sunrise teaches you more than a classroom ever could. Those moments when the trivial floats away and you...
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    Day 1: I’ve been taken. I don’t know what happened. I just went to bed and woke up and everything is different. It’s weird because they all seem fine. They’re acting as if everything is normal, as if they didn’t just take me from reality. Day 5: I’ve been living among them for almost ...
  • Hot Topics > Bullying
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    When you’re little everything is easy And life is a bowl of Spaghettios When you’re young you don’t realize your parents are fighting Their raised voices mean they love each other forever…right? When you’re a kid friendship is easier than the alphabet And the schoolyard is a happy pla...
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    A child was born on a turbulent night small was her body, voluminous was her heart, and it beat with all it's might, because that was the way God made her. This child was raised in a squalid town with angry people who stole her wings, and locked her heart to the ground. Her climb...
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    Outside i see a sight so free children shouting proud trees bowing into the pond water is falling to their mates birds are calling overhead a cloud drifts lazily by no one says a word, no one speaks a lie fresh air and flowers fill my nose that smell so sweet, as sweet as a rose drople...
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    Outside the snowflakes float and fall like dancers turning to a silent song they fall like a thousand spots of light in the black ink that is the night. If i were a hawk i might hear them softly hit the ground the cold floor of the world if not for that harsh floor they might fall forever. Do...
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    The flames from my fire from my candle. How they laugh, how they cackle. How they dance and soar. How they sing "feed us! feed us! with your breath give us more!" They jump high They swing low They simmer down, or so it seems And they glow so soft you have to touch so you stretch...
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    His pillow is a cloud. A soft place for hopes and dreams of his mothers soft hands that cradle his face of his father's arms that hold him safe in loves embrace of soft eyes that gaze at his sleeping head. the child smiles. warm in his bead. Down the hall his parents pillow is naught a ...
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    The waves are like hands grasping at the beach they want what they have never had and love what could never be. Beneath their icy depths lie mysteries untold so unreachable and so cold. I think the waves want to be more like us like the sand. never changing. which they so desperately touc...

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