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  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Crinkled letters are fragments of time Loosely chipped from Our granite lives...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    I can still remember the Sound of his voice Brushing against my face...
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    The paper is my canvas The words are my paint My pen is my brush...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    As he blinked his only eye, The man turned to the stranger and said, "Ah, but I did not find a fear of Fear Back then My mind was out of my body. To think that I could compare A leather ball To a metal one I was more blind then than I am now." The stranger looked at the crack...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    And I return from the city Having spun art out of imagination Expressed in a contained room However not locked away: Retrievable by scribblings, Thoughts, and memories An open lens To what could be my future...
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    Oh Angel, how thou hath come over me Shakespeare in an instant Doth he dip the naked brush Into a pool of words, Inspired by thy sparkle in thine eyes? Precisely. You know what else? He clouds life with melodrama, Stretching emotions That hath never seen dawn's light Bewildered, the...
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    Today I cleaned my room Dusted off memories Put away images of the ancient past That I needn't view anymore I moved around pieces of foreign places Positioned memoirs of childhood innocence Lay frozen faces In black and white Down into the depths of my drawer Almost like a burial, But...
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    What if we cut the beam of communication The cord of contact that is texting? Open skies are as open as my arms I am rooted to the land Home. The rural highlands dip and dive Carved by the raw wind. Rain beats down in two-four time Nature is musical. Factories of the earth Spew out dreams...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Does not the writer Scour the forest of his or her mind In search of a perfect word? The pen prowls the columns of information Is writing a hunt? Surely poetry does not withhold a sweaty competition? A fight, perhaps, in words As the sunlight sinks into the depth of night The hunter becomes ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    When I sit cross-legged on the grass I innocently daydream And marry my thoughts with song. My notebook is a bucket I pour myself into....
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    I want to pull apart the fibres of water And see what's inside Yet knowing I really can't. This pool I draw from Too deep for most? Do I even understand it myself? I will swim with my imagination, I say Let it pull me to and fro And emerge, skin wet with ideas Colourful buds pop u...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    A playlist is merely an anthology Your album is a novel My song is my story I listen to connect with The journeys of others...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I read a Little part of you In turn I Write a little Part of me The ricochet effect? Or just a circle A flowing cycle A breath of inspiration Wafts to another...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    There is more that you can see It's blinded by empty eyes There is more that you should know Find the key to your heart inside Chorus: Oh they don't even know What time deals upon you This mask you hold to your face Is covering who you are There is more than just the ground T...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    A flag A name A home Sure, they make me But what sets me apart? Third culture kid Longing for expression Confused by peers And high school. I am made From the girl who pushed me away Close friend Rejected Don't know why I am made From words From thoughts From a mind open...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    She hopped onto the bus with a thud. Curling into the seat, she melted into the rain-stained window and sky. She travelled home, leaving the day behind her. But could she really leave it? It was a memory, a memory to be woven into her high school story. Not a bad experience, but one to be slightl...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    When I was young, I played with toys Now that I am old, I toy with words...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    My hair wafts In the gust From the passing subway The deep murmur of the machines Trickles towards the departures board I love the maps, the lights The serenade of the corner musician Transport: Driven by those Already with destinations in mind...
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    I grace these halls with coloured books And steps of growing youth I sound my words with aspiration And deny those that shatter me I walk these halls Like a butterfly Dainty and colourful My spots are not mistakes Nor imperfections But merely a magnification Of who I really am...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Can I tell you What it feels like to be out in the cold? Hearing no one But the whisper of wind. Can I tell you how many holes Have been ripped in this blanket? Like society Ripped me from its web Can I tell you how it pains To see advertisements A life of others But not yours? It'...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    A footprint treaded on this land Deep boot marks Every step holding a body Burdened with war Or graced with content. The blood runs through the foot Unique Flowing through the brain and heart The decider of history...
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    Mud swells at the sole of my boot, pulling me to the earth. I take another step and press my rubber heel into the ground. It squishes and forms a hazel puddle around my boot. Others squirm at the thought of walking in mushy earth, but I enjoy it. The faint patter of rain mingling with the whispe...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I took a few more steps on the concrete. Fine hair flapping against my cheeks, I looked up at the brick wall. Laughing, smiling. I flicked my view back to my feet. Curious, I peeked one more time. Holding, kissing. I strode further along. The pavement grew colder as I made my way to the bus stop....
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    Creak. Tap, tap, tap. Creak. Tap, tap, tap. The rhythm of jazz always seeps nightly into Jamie's footsteps. The smell of rust and sewer cloud the leaking pipes above. Brick walls are tarnished with fumes and gathering dirt. The alleyway is lit only by the dim flicker of Teresa's Café...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Interesting how Adolescents Gather in a pool of Sweat, axe, and hormones And dress to please the other On this one night When they wouldn't otherwise...

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