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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I know there's a God because there are babies. And good boyfriends. And best friends. People who know how to write good books. People who know how to really strum a guitar. And people who know how to bake really good cookies. People who know how to hang the sails on sailboats. A...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    I asked him why he was digging a hole. He said, "to bury things." I asked him what he could possibly have to bury. "Nothing you would understand," he answered. "Well, can I help?" "No," he said, "then we'd have to bury your things too. And yo...
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    When you are vulnerable, You are subject to change. You are subject to pain; You are subject to breakage. You are subject to tears. Because you've opened your heart up. To someone or something. You have laid everything out. All your innermost parts, neatly displayed in organized ...
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    I am from light purple and I am from lime green. I am from swirling silver lines wrapped 'round in circles. I am from messy hair and thirsty hearts. I am from earth-shaking laughter and sloppy wet tears. I am from broken hearts and bruised homes. I am from fighting and yelling and kick...
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    Purple sounds like rain. Pounding hard against a window pane. Purple sounds like the screaming laughter of a little girl running around in her favorite tutu at her sixth birthday party. Purple sounds like the slosh of red wine lazily being poured to the brim of a large glass. Purple sounds like...
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    My mind is closed shut with words carrying cinder blocks. They strangle my brain until they cut off its oxygen supply. How can my mind still feel this awake when I swear it was dead? It's not dead, it's warped. There's a scratch in the CD of my thoughts; words run together and...
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    I feel pain like somebody is stabbing me in the chest. It never lets up. It never stops hurting, Not even for a second. Six months late and it just never stops hurting. And nobody will every understand what it feels like. This is not a pain anyone else feels. This is not a normal hurt. ...
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    When I look in the mirror, I see ugly. I see zits. I see oil. I see dirt and I see grime. I see smudges. I see stray hairs. I see a crooked smile. I see things out of place. I see things just a little off. I see big ears. I see an even bigger nose. I see too heavy of makeup. I see...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    It’s the feeling in your stomach when you groggily lean over and smash your tired hand down to silence your nuisance of an alarm clock It’s slowly rising out of bed only to sleepily slip into the clothes you finicky picked out the night before It’s walking downstairs to find the hustle and b...
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    Cardboard boxes stacked high by the front door, filled with hollowed out memories of everything that was now to go. The familiarity that maybe you didn’t even like at the time now replaced with a hurt that won’t stop throbbing. His shoes no longer sit by the front door and his briefcase no longe...
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    The monotonous ring of the telephone connector stung my ears and the hollowed out noise was quiet but piercing. Mom stumbled to the edge of the porch around 2:30. She sobbed into her knees, huddled on the front step. “He doesn’t love me anymore.” “He doesn’t love us anymore”, she screame...
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    Break your mirror. Please, darling. Shatter it. And crush your scale. Throw it out your window. And rip up the test. Stick it in the trash. Because the mirror tells you nothing. The mirror is not right. The mirror cannot show you your sense of humor. The mirror cannot show you the gi...
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    When he yells, I pretend I am a different girl. So he doesn’t yell at me, He yells at her. When he is angry, I pretend I am a different girl, I jump into a different skin, So he doesn’t bruise me, He bruises her. When he leaves, I pretend I am a different girl, So he’s not ...
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    White feels like the touch of a brand new wedding dress against the skin of a bride to be. White feels like the wet cover of snow crippling the flowers underneath. White feels like the sting of judgement from one skin color to another. White feels like fragile bone, cracking and breaking. Wh...
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    Love comes when you’re 5 years old and you see the little boy from your preschool class playing in the sandbox. Love comes when you’re 10 years old and you and that same little boy from the sandbox decide to get married on the playground across from the swing set. Love comes when you’re 13...
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    When my dad was here, he was like a special treat. Like a decadent dessert you only eat on birthdays. Like the expensive silverware you only bring out on holidays. Like the fancy dress clothes you only wear to funerals. Just like a small rarity, not around long enough to even really feel. L...

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