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  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Last Christmas I lost a friend They say the cold winter months is when people are normally depressed When people are truly in despair When nothing they do can stop them from feeling the way they are When the most blood is spilled When the suicide rates rise. But what made her do it? She seeme...
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    Oh silver blade You’re cold like the winter months Oh silver blade Your light makes the sun look dull Oh silver blade You’re my best friend You’re my only path to freedom The only way I can rid of all the bad in me Oh silver blade You taste my skin every day, every night You’re alw...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I sat in a freezing, yellow, hideous chair just outside of Mon Cheri. I took a sip out of my perfect cappuccino. The foam was integrated, it did not float at the top like a sort of scum. The foam was not bubbly, but undeviating in texture. I ordered the cappuccino without any chocolate, because the ...
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    Seamus Heaney, a major poet of the 20th century, grew up and lived in Northern Ireland; where his father owned and worked fifty acres of farmland. He spent most of his time outdoors as he was surrounded by nature and wildlife. Therefore, his poetry was greatly impacted by the environment he grew up ...
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    War is an organized effort by a government or other large organization to stop or defeat something that is viewed as dangerous or bad. It is generally described by extreme violence, social disruption, economic destruction, and death. “The Charge of the Light Brigade” and “Dulce et Decorum Est...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    The long dry grass stems swished, crunched, and snapped under the weight of my fathers’ steps. The grass swayed from side to side, making anything near the roots impossible to see. Camouflaged in its surroundings crouched a sepia brown scorpion; its legs covering its tough body for protection. My ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    My hands cold, as chilling as the breath of death. My mouth feels dry and my head keeps spinning. I want to escape from these horrid feelings. But why try when they just come back. I swallow pill after pill To enter a world without sorrow. And for a couple hours; it works I break away from mo...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I just lay there feeling bliss, Time evaporated and I fell asleep in harmony. Upon waking, wanting flowed through me The need for more I wanted the feeling of euphoria To forget my problems To be truly happy again....

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