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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I was taught that homesickness is an ailment derived from being away from a place But no one told me that “home” could be a person That his body would be my bed his eyes my windows and his hugs my fireplace I felt more grounded in his arms than I ever did standing in my own living ro...
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    Don’t do it. The boy next door will stop looking in your window to see you writing at your desk. The bus driver will wait a few extra seconds because maybe you’re just late. Your teacher will call your name every day until it sounds tired and out of place in the full classroom. Your mom w...
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    “she wears too much makeup” they say “natural beauty would look so much better on her” but how do you confront a girl who leaves valleys in her skin and caverns in her smile because her own reflection haunts her dreams...
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    They say beautiful people surround themselves with other beautiful people, so that must mean everyone I pass by is beautiful, and I know they are because beauty is not conditional or circumstantial. It lives in freckles, dwells in irises, and is molded from dimples. It travels in the line...
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    If I could, I would sew myself to my dreams and drift away in the middle of the night. Because no one believes me when I say I’m dying of a sick mind and a small heart. Prick me and I’ll bleed lies, cut me open and you’ll find uncertainty and a paper ribcage. Because nothing about me is...
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    The hospitals won’t help a dying man if he is suffocating in his own mind. The doctors can’t save you when they ask where it hurts and you say “everywhere.” There is no prescription for grief, but we still swallow pills and down another glass of that brown liquid because there ma...
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    The black room took us like a cave. It wasn’t white like everyone said it would be. There was no tunnel or even a door, just an endless room with paper walls and blinding silence. And the worst part wasn’t the deafening emptiness or the pressure of nonexistence, but rather the lack of l...
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    Without any notes to be carried on the breeze, the world seemed much emptier. And the air was still with breaths not taken and feathers not stirred. Nothing was bursting from within, anxious to see the world from beyond my metal bars. For once there was no singing and nothing seemed beau...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Vance never liked the bar scene; the air smelled of hopelessness and alcohol and the people always stood too close for his liking. But tonight he stood among the swaying bodies and dirty glasses because for once, he had something in common with these people. Sighing, he made his way to a bar stool ...
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    He sits in a pew with his family As the preacher shouts bible verses and tilts a deceiving eye toward the ceiling He watches as his parents nod their heads And the curtains at the front of the church ripple And then he looks down at his small black shoes The only pair that have ever shone He l...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    Death was last seen in the auction room, looking worried for he knew his current victim left in a hurry she ran and she hid from her buyer's stare for she couldn't go now, it wasn't fair she had a life and a family and a home to take care of and she wanted a chance to fall in lov...
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    Remember when we were young and tried on our mothers’ dresses, Wishing, hoping, that we found our small bodies fit? Remember when we kicked our legs high, So high, Attempting to swing our way to the stars? Innocence was as natural as breathing, Curiosity a way of life. Love wa...
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    She sits there, fingers poised above the keys, sifting through her mind for the last piece of the puzzle. She always has trouble with this, finding the right word. The lyrics of the music playing drift through her ears, and the emotions of each word build up until finally, she has it! The tapping of...

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