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  No Farther to Fall

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  His gaze is not accusing Because he understands The sense of shame as numbing As the rope help in my hands He faces me with nothing But does not ask me for my rope I almost wish I could be daring Wonder about life with no hope. If you have no farther to fall Do you have no higher to go? An...
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  Finding Contentment

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  I worry about clothes laid out For tomorrow I cry because I’m not happy And I am the same As the boy filled with Pain and shame Who cries because he’s unhappy...
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  Through the Water

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  He’s there, he’s standing still I’m behind him but He doesn’t feel. Frustration overflows— I can see but I will never know. His finger in the water Almost cruel A burst of black and Just a speck of white. His eyes reflected in the ripples Almost blaming, crying, singing All t...
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  One Pride Left

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  I see her with the cat next door A smudge of dirt and tears Bent and huddled Stroking (She could kill it If she wanted to) It’s the strangest kind of happiness Sparks on a calloused face And the thought: At least I’m not a cat...
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  Innocence

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  That day the shadows stretched Like bubble-gum Until they popped With raw pink shock Coating lips and forming mouths I thought it was yours When you kissed me But I’ve seen it since— Litter on the ground...
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  Taught to Think

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  The flame flashes yellow As the rain drips and flows Onto scorching heat of passion Order bursting Crashing We don't know we're screaming Painless agony not felt, only Aren't you happy? Not to be lonely True senses burned away we Walk numbly in a row Not feeling since We've been taught ...
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  Sweater

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  He's left her A sweater With a broken zipper And lines that go Nowhere Forgotten but He couldn't care When she watches The twisted lines And ugly splotches Dot her mind She can't find Him In his sweater She sees confusion Order as an illusion With distorted allure The sweater is...
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  Wrinkles and Creases

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  The young ones pity him his decrepit state They see only that he has trouble walking That his health is not what it used to be And old-age has shriveled him But he knows that it’s not age His body is weighed down by memories His wrinkles are a symbol The creases of his skin hold his lif...
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  See What Isn't There

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  the blue burns red flaring vengefully it’s spread over hills of spite and ashes tombstones crumbled— are the restless dead? the livings’ emptiness demands how can they want? when lies can barely stand but we give them all we can fill pain with pity and regret until we r...
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  Watching the Shore

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  she says Don’t swim too far but she doesn’t see the image of perfection waiting just for me because she was blinded she doesn’t understand I know that I could drown but I know that someday I could stand among the graves of people long gone who found the island of lig...
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  Circle of Pain

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  Your world is crackling, burning without speaking they are mourning their muted voices cry of how and when and why their feet beat rhythms of blood shrieking, summon a flood drench the fire quench the flames save the soul and spare the blames your eyes speak of pain of woes you thought...
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  Twisting and Deranging

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  The trees understand they will never understand you see the sky is violet stars are fireflies and you are floating after all what do you Know head twisting and deranging heart spinning, elongating sculpting the world we all understand but we don't we can't understand when the world i...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Love as a Fungus

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  of course there were signs but pride threw lemon in your eyes like a mushroom on a tree it grew and spread diminishing your beauty when you looked down and saw the blotch of darkness there was nothing left but to scream isn’t it supposed to be a flower? blooming bright and standing ...
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  Ungrateful

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  Yes, They love you but How to explain that It doesn't count Dare not say it For fear of the label Ungrateful But the question is there Why bring anyone Into the world If this is it...
• Poetry > Ballad
  The World Is Preserved

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  Why don’t the blades of grass Curl away from the flame How dare the sun Not hide its head in shame Why does that tree Stand so tall Why don’t the stars Click off and fall Your being is twisted Your body is burned Life is ending But the world is preserved...
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  Can You Repeat That Please?

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  He turns his head Faces you Can you repeat that please? The impossibility Makes you swallow All thoughts Gone The words you meant to say Slowly melt on your tongue Like good food is supposed to Leave a bitter aftertaste Look down Never mind It’s not important I forgot...
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  The Law of Conservation of Momentum

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  Fist pumps out Strikes target Hair sways Blocks vision Doesn’t matter See through cracks Make contact Feel force Pass through body Into hand, into target Why is emptiness Still here?...
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  A Figure of Mist

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  When all seemed to be going up in flames When the children never stopped screaming And their parents wished for death's embrace It was then that the priests Wielding bibles and crosses Stormed into the town proclaiming salvation And the people, desperate and blind, Latched onto their words B...
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  Heads and Tails

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  You know Sometimes The rules of common sense Are thrown away And things That shouldn’t be Are Heads and tails Should be equal But they’re not It’s just a fact That heads Usually comes up On top So why Do I go on Choosing tails (Wanting common sense to prevail?) When I kno...
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  Instructions for a Fretful Bride

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  With a pale, slightly shaking hand, twirl the engagement ring around your finger and watch the way the stone reflects the light. Jerkily and uncertainly, with an expression of puzzlement on your face, lean down towards it and touch your nose to the gem. Feel a pang of warmth and reality fill a gapin...
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  Senses

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  I might as well be blind. It’s pathetic, the way I’m stumbling around with my arms out before me, squinting and pursing my lips, wanting to cry out. People slow down as they pass me, look at me strangely, and I can see the thought crossing their mind very clearly: Should I help this poor, pathet...
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  Just Let Go

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  She’s sitting on the windowsill, her knees drawn up to her chest and a book propped up on them. Sometimes she reads a few words, but mostly her eyes and her thoughts wander, to the window, to the outside. But it doesn’t really matter what she is doing; you’ll want to know abo...
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  Field of Flowers

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  Slender stalks of the purest green reach up to wrap around you, pulling you down so you sink into the soft, moist grass, not caring that your pale tunic will have grass stains. You stare up at the sky, the sky that is the purest of lavenders here - why not? - and a smile is on your lips. You aren’...
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  Cry for a Never

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  She wants it She wants it so badly She cries herself to sleep at night Not because she can’t have it But because she knows That the only way to have it Would be to take it from him To be satisfied that she is just A back-up plan Someone to turn to when The one you really want is gone...
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  Belonging

  By Hana C., Cambridge, MA

  There isn’t much of a wind, which means an abundance of the mosquito-like greenheads and a shortage of people. I would like to say either, “that’s good” or “that’s bad” but really it’s more of a neutral, since there’s both good and bad and they balance each other out perfectly. Or...