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  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Children lay quiet and still in their beds, their aching bellies fighting a war within and their heads dreaming of more than dry bread. Men, fathers and sons, sleep under a blanket of stars in a place far from home. Their eyes are laden with death and fire and their newfound scars. Women...
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    Rain comes rumbling through the desert to drench the parched lips of earth, gorging her on life blood. Gone before the soil is damp, the clouds rumble onward to the great beyond. We are meant to lose that which can be lost, torn savagely from our hands Before our fingers have closed....
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    The world was old, and he was tired. He noticed that the cliff was not as high as others he had climbed, but it would serve its purpose. Leaning over the edge was enough to assure him of that. Waves crashed relentlessly against the jagged rocks below, leaving an icy mist in their wake. They reminded...
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    The shadows of the hanging puppets spread like ink across the wooden floor. As the sun rose lazily into the pink sky, its newborn beams slunk their way through the windowpanes and splashed across the man’s workshop. The puppets on the ceiling remained unfinished; he was too eager to complete one a...
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    The microphone is lowered, level with my dry, frightened eyes. I fight the tightness in my throat and begin to speak. “She was passionate about music More than anything else.” (We made fun of how many band shirts she had. One for each day of the year, at least...
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    I was given an assignment in class to write an article about how great our school is at preparing students for “the real world” and what waits for us in college. I asked for opinions and stared for hours at the computer screen to come up with the words to say that none of us were ready ...
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    Icarus failed. He missed the warnings - the strangled cries of his father struggling to reach him as the clouds grazed his skin with each push of his wings. The wax budding from his back began to distort, dripping down his wind-chilled arms and burning trails into his hands where the veins mig...
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    I could not tell by darkness or light how long I had lain in my stone prison, unable to move, breathe, or unwrap myself from the clothes that bound my rotting flesh. As the thick air transformed my body into dust, I heard the voice of the one I did not believe in. He told me to come out, ri...
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    I'm beginning to notice that my life is nothing more than a never-ending poem, split up into millions of individual moments that could create an epic tale if only I could string them all together into words. There's a woman I see every day on my walk who does nothing but sit in her car and r...
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    We had to do a project that day after school, even though it was pouring down, the water drenching the earth (and everything else) in the essence of cool, sweet summer. We went to the park to take pictures, posing as characters from that book no one liked. We waited until the sheets of sting...
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    I’ve heard it said that it’s excellent practice for a budding young writer, such as myself, to write every day, forced or not. It opens the mind, exercises the literary genes, and stops me from punching holes in the wall when the real world becomes all too real. So, I do just that, every...
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    I remember the time I died better than anything else because that's what happens when you're hanging on by a thread. The lights were bright - not the lights leading me into the Kingdom of God, as they call it, but the lights of the ambulance as it roared through the streets to the hospital...
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    The changes happened gradually, like a shadow creeping over the light of my innocence. I don’t remember the exact moment it happened but I remember how it felt to look in the mirror and not recognize myself. I once held all the promise of the world, Living free as every child does. I rode...
  • Nonfiction > Educator of the Year
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    “Do we just sit anywhere?” I asked with the nervousness of a student on the first day of school. “What? Yeah, I don't care where you sit. I don't do assigned seating,” she answered without looking up. She was digging through her desk with fierce concentration, hunched over until she triu...
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    It all started with a MySpace e-mail. I was in eighth grade and checking my account for the fourth time that day when I got the message from a friend: “Taylor is in the hospital. The doctors found a tumor in her stomach. They took a bit of it and sent it to the lab to have it tested. We are wai...
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    Time is the master of thieves; Capturing beauty and the very essence of life, holding them close to his heart to feel their warmth against his cold skin. Before life slips through our fingers, grains of sand falling effortlessly through the cracks, let us go together, you and I, walking th...
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    Time is flying past you faster than light or sound could ever hope to go. The minutes tick away, each one taking a small piece of you with it into eternity. Now is your moment to feel your flesh, bones, muscles reach out And stop the hands of the clock with clenched fists. Crush the number...
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    In my heart, I come from dirty knees, torn jeans, and the fields behind the barn where the grass grows wild. I come from splashes in the pool and thorns tearing at bare skin. In my soul, I come from the white, radiant clouds So close I can feel them, but too far for me to reach them. I...
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    It's almost painful. Waiting for that moment when the world is somehow awake and asleep, at the same time. When everything is alive with you. Your heart quakes, trembles. Your eyes flutter closed, as you listen to the pulse of the earth. Almost waiting for it to swallow you. Do you f...
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    Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, though the world's eye has become fogged and painfully vague. Masked, hidden in the darkness of empty, broken streets. Beauty; kept under wraps in the dust that has yet to clear. The flames eating away at the empty, lonely houses will never burn b...
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    The picture of pure, unadultured harmony between world and world's end. Gentle ripples kiss the shore goodbye as they race towards the unreachable stars, or the soft, welcoming sand, whichever comes first. The clouds gently trickle away from their golden tails to form one mass of grey, overca...

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