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  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Sometimes, people can become familiar with the motions. Wake up, get ready, go to school. Go home, eat, sleep. Repeat. Nobody thinks about the future, notices the little things. How beautiful the sky is today, the dew on the grass, even the smell of fallen leaves in November. The happy feel...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The Tip of My Tongue is a strange hotel, where words and thoughts lay hidden. It is where important things stay, when I only wish to speak them. They stay in my mind when I don’t need them, and then they slowly work their way to my tongue, where I cannot see them. So goodbye thoughts!...
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    I am very odd, and I am different. I am younger than everyone in the group. My friend group, I mean. They only make movies about the other half, the ones that are regular, but the movie makers want to make them act “different”. They publicize that the main characters are different, but they...
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    Be what you are, what you feel, what you see, what you need. Don't be a bad person, just because they want you to be. Find your voice, and say your name. Make it yours, not theirs, When you say it, pronounce it right. And when you say it, Make it mean something...
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    Humanity is broken, just like a shard of glass. We try to examine and fix, but when we look at the problem, our reflection stares back. We become enthralled in our faces, forget about our fates. Choke up this world, to nothing, but smoke and gasoline. There the dandelion sits, pretty ...
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    The wind whips through her hair, And she looks into the sun. She can feel the heat, And the light, And the way the world seems small. She is independent. She is her own. No one can control her, Yet she is not alone....
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    My mom combs my hair and my back arches against the wooden chair. I hug my knees up to my chest and blow some air through my teeth. I wiggle my toes. They’re so weird. Toes, I mean. My toe nails are chipped and blue from the last time I painted them. I wiggle them again. They don’t feel like the...
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    I sit in the tub with my knees up to my chest. The water's on, but so are my clothes. I don't know what's wrong, but I'm crying. Everything that I've done is wrong. But I can't go back to fix it, and I can't live with what I've done. All the little things...t...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I walk into the area that they call the smoker’s lounge and greet a couple of kids I used to know. Smoking on campus is against the rules, but after all, rules were made to be broken. I lean against the red railing, my feet crunching the cigarette-butt-littered asphalt beneath me. I can see my ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I place my palm, upon his chest. Thump, thump, thump. I can see it, though my eyes are closed. The love he expresses. His heartbeat spreads through my fingers, filling me up. The hollow feeling, the absence of love, is now filled. The stunning silence meets the warm embrace of the h...
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    I'm tired of being called names or being scolded for something I never did. I'm tired of having terrible friends. Well, not terrible. My friends themselves are not terrible. Humans are just terrible. Thats their nature. But that's exactly what irritates me the most. The excuses we ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    He's holding strong, I can fell his arms, clamped around me. Let go, let go! I cannot breathe....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    All at once I was afraid of him. Because I liked him, And the irony was squeezed out with my last echoing laugh. I had promised to be done with boy-men. But he was just a boy. And all at once he became a man. And we were together. And my life decided to become an awkwardness-vaccum. But ...
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    I just wanted to put this out there. The term 'YOLO' is apparently short for "You Only Live Once." But this is not true. You live every day. You only die once. So, therefore, the correct term is YODO. It's also true that you only will live this day once, so, another t...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I pump my hind legs as well as my front to get to the draining pipe. My gray fur stands up as I see a Giant coming towards me. Better run, better run. I am a rat. As I reach the pipe, I see a puddle that I have to cross. For a moment, I am caught up in my reflection. My eyes look slightly pink, bu...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    I made a list of his pros and cons from afar. He was angelic imperfection, as far as I could tell. That was the first day. The list went a little like this: Pros: Perfect Face. Cons: Nada. He was, in a way, perfect. He was a little bit of a jerk as far as I could tell, though. That w...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    When people get lost, when people go astray, they forget everything that they know. They forget that we have a light, a light to lead us. A light to lead the way. That light is a small glow, soft and low, under the cupboard. If only you look, you'll find it. Faith is the Light....
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    They say you feel love with someone when they kiss you. When you have a boyfriend. When you are beautiful, and so is he. I am not beautiful. Nor is he. But I love him. I believe everyone has a kind of beauty. Almost like a bird. They're not generally gorgeous. They have beaks and feathers, ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I see those girls in the streets, with the cuts on their wrists, and their hair dyed pink. I pity them so greatly, because in a way, They are like me. I, however, did not dye my hair, nor do I cut, nor do I wish to. I do not wish to die, either. But I am not reluctant to do so. I dr...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I went with my mother to the mall today. We were shopping for a dress for me so I could look nice at this singing competition that I was doing. We shopped at all the cute stores, with my mother looking at most of the dresses with disgust. They were strapless, or had spaghetti straps, or were too sh...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I stand in the middle of a fog, where I can't see five feet in front of me. All around, there are clouds. I feel no wind, but that's what I hear. I hear the screams of people, saying "why?!" Why what? Is there a problem? I see a woman now, her baby dead in her arm...
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    I was taught to respect my elders. To sit quiet as they yelled, and nod quietly. I was tired of being lectured, I already knew what I was doing wrong. I wasn't going to change for them. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, young lady?” I paused. I did, but should I say anything...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Sometimes the hate comes on, like a wave. Then it washes over me. It crusts on my skin, I can't get it off. When it's on my lips, it's hard to be breathe. The wind will sometimes wash it away for me. I am forever missing the wind....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The people scream, And the people cry. They wonder how the world works. "What is the meaning of it all?" They question, Putting chemicals in tubes, Creating formulas. Forgetting to watch the little things. All the while, There is a man, Running home, To his wife having a b...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Everywhere I go, Hate lurks in the corners of the minds of innocents. They say that it is a strong word. Hate is a strong word. There is a lullaby, That I don’t ever want to sing to my children. A lullaby about a rocking baby, Who’s cradle fell out of a tree. That, my friends, That...

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