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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Bones protrude In awesome patterns Under a fabric So delicate, so comforting Like suede As limbs splay out Like hungry arms Of anemone snack time And hair In all its health Falls victim To static electricity Toes move faster Than bare feet On hot sidewalks And gracefully skip Throug...
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    Sounds are suddenly all whispered every particle of sound slows, rewinds, and dissipates into the smoky air. Jack Johnson fills the small space with his smooth voice, his tongue taps the roof of his mouth slides between cracked lips slow motion beats and guitar strings twang in a reverbe...
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    I am from sticky fingers Colorful Ring Pops on every finger From Konami and Atari I am from scorching rock walls My attempts to climb them and the feet-burning sidewalks Below I am from pomegranate trees The cactus we’d duck under When we rode past I am from debates on shag carpet...
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    (see below) They've called me Savannah since day one, it will suffice. I write poetry and wonder where the days have gone. And I find sleepingbags the coziest. I am 18 numerical years on this earth; Seen the unraveling of my own mother. And I wand...
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    I used to starve myself Not “Ahh! A coughdrop!” But I did occasionally dump out the peas in my daily Ramen. and collect vials as big as serving sizes. My mom, the nurse forgot to empty her pockets after work. I stacked and numbered the morphine and hydromorphone into skys...
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    My mom read too many neonatology textbooks while I floated in utero mourning the death of Cobain Newsted and Free Will. I emerged puffy-eyed, wrinkled, cynical wasn't held up against the light. Or was that Walt Disney's fault? There was no soft flesh, no wallpaper just sanitized gloves disi...
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    We are broke six dollars and two cigarettes to buy rice milk, shampoo, and those dried cranberries they wedge between my teeth and make my waltzing taste buds do the electric slide. Before I die … I have resolved to lay prostrate on a prayer rug re-read Karl Marx and wonder when you, my dear...
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    Last night, thousands of blazing comets departed god’s mouth and fell upon mankind. The earth was freckled with holy drops of spit because god, too, coughs. Subways and grocery-store parking lots and high school natatoriums were crowded with onlookers and refugees alike, while I sat basking in com...
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    I hate poetry. It’s all uniform and organized by lines. Poetry has no life and maybe if we all donate a penny we can buy it one. I hate how my pen always runs out when I write poetry. I hate how little scraps of paper live under my bed and at night they call out “finish me, finish m...
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    My head pounds. Headache. 17 years of blowing on Super Nintendo cartridges has taken its toll. I’m dizzy from the k.o.’s, the endless bumping my head on floating boxes. And for what? A few coins? A mere “You Win”?...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
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    Essentially, there are two forms of protest. Violent and non-violent. Both have their advantages and both have their downfalls. However, one thing is true of both: they are a threat to the American Establishment. Which one is better is debated by many, but non-violent demonstration seems to be most ...
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    In the United States, all men are created equal, so if one man has a month dedicated to the heroes of his race, so should the other man. But all men have NOT been created equal, which is why we designate February as a month to honour the many African American heroes who have seen their history suppr...
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    What is love? Is it an unbreakable bond between mother and child or a natural quest reserved only for lovers? Is it a fathomable aspect of human emotion or is it an illusion that transforms faster than the moon changes phases? The Webster’s New World Dictionary defines love as “strong affection ...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    The rain served as a calming grey backdrop and the sidewalk was a stage of tiny grey roses. It would have been a nice day, despite the rain and other inconveniences, but I watched the girl bend and stretch into a crazystraw-like pose. The only music we had were the complaints of impatient automobile...
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    A call to action, a battle cry… an alarm clock. Constructing a world in which time is the most important aspect of life, Harlan Ellison, in “‘Repent, Harlequin!’ Said the Ticktock Man”, rejects the blueprint of chronological storytelling and uses satire to illustrate the startling dependen...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Landmines, Landfills, Gangsters, Lethal pills. Forest fires remind me of burning desires. Charred trees. Garbage blowing everywhere. Children with ebola-zaire. People planting seeds of hate. Our world sure has a lousy fate....
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    The angels lookin' down on us/got somethin' to say,/plus they don't like whatever it is plaguing our earth's crust./It's killin' us like radioactive dust./Suffocatin' our lungs and the cusses comin' out of our tongues./So they're gonna send a letter,/make...
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    Before I say names, let me rearrange this frame of mind./Let me be kind to the game/and not lose track of time./It's all the same./I'd like to not rant on all the grime, but recognize how lames can shine./I guess shame and fame don't rhyme/because faking it is on the rise./It's l...

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