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  • Poetry > Free Verse
    this summer i broke sunsets across your horizon. i stopped to see my face in mud puddles, tore lines from books and made this my own: (you are not invisible); i learned....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    you are covered by land, a lithosphere, a continent sprinkled with snow. i watch sky-water run off your surface, leak into cracks. i name your freckles after cities, your eyes after oceans. you are a world, my world, but this is only a layer....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    two years ago: i remember skipping rocks across a lake with my then-best-friend and getting mud on my jeans. i remember the smell of pecans in the air and wondering how deep the water was, if i could maybe fall in and forget for a moment two years ago: i didn't worry about weighing tenpou...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    i am a summer day, riding a bike and crashing; i am scarred, scraped knees but i am healing. i am in a city of leaves, hiding from letters and numbers. i am the ice pressed against skin, raising goosebumps; i am the powder drifting from the sky, and i am the grass peeki...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    today you give yourself away to roads seen only through windows wet with rain; a sign says we are fifteen minutes out of town, but we say we are two years out of luck you surrender to a map (but it can never be of life) and so we are still lost and no, we will no...
  • Hot Topics > Health
    before, she would look at the stars and wonder if her someone was out there, somewhere, looking at the same ones. she'd dream of magic and flying and wishes that come true. she'd say tomorrow will be better, tomorrow will be better. and she hoped it would be. silence didn't scare her back then. s...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    last night the electricity went out in my neighborhood. last night i lit some candles and burnt my fingers in the process. i watched the flames flicker in the dark and i stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and wondered why it looked different, somehow. last night i remembered how so...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    1 i have redone my personality and my heart and my life and all the things in between. the only thing that is not worth redoing is us. 2 my heart had a 'do not enter' mat on it, but you never knew how to listen, did you? 3 you promised me happiness, but if this is happiness, yo...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    sometimes, when we're driving along the freeway, i wish we could just stop and sit there, watching life and cars pass us by. and i wonder: and if we screamed our lungs out, would anyone even hear us? and then, with scratchy voices and sore lungs, we could drive to the edge of a...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    my name is alyssa, and maybe it means 'hold your breath' or 'chase the stars.' maybe it is that awkward shyness of saying hello to someone for the first time or the warm feeling from hugs and held hands. maybe it means 'maybe my wishes will come true, someday' or maybe it is the sound ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    one. the clouds suffocate me. . two. if hope is in the air and humans breathe it, then is something wrong with my lungs? . three. my thoughts are a maze, and i am lost. . four. my dreams forgot to leave the night light on, and nightmares snuck in the back door...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    this is the song to your heart. listen. - part zero. oh, dearest, why are you locked inside a bathroom stall? no one to hold you, tell you sweet lies and say you are beautiful, say you are perfect? it's not the end of the world, not yet. if it was, wouldn't there be fireworks? ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    five. i wish to disappear between the cracks in cement, the stars in the sky and the spaces between seconds. i wish to disappear from the world; hide and become nothing. but i'm too terrified that no one will bother to remember me. four. everything is fading. light is less br...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    i cut out paper stars and color them black. on starless nights, i drop them from my rooftop and watch them fall, slowly, and fade into the grass below. and as they fall, i wish on them. it's the same wish, over and over and over. 'what do you want most?' you ask me, your warm brown eyes starin...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    the sky is cold when i tell you that i don't have a heart. 'of course you do,' you tell me. 'you have to.' but i don't. and you spent so many minutes of that day trying to find my heartbeat, your warm fingers on my icy wrists, searching and searching for something you couldn't find. and it ...
  • Hot Topics > Pride & Prejudice
    All I want is to ask you: Did you ever look beneath the surface?...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    Today I dreamed. I dreamed I was a bird. I wasn’t sure what kind; I didn’t take time to pick one. But if anyone cares, I think it was a bluebird. Or maybe a mockingbird. I decided I’d be the kind that never left home. I’d be happy at home, I think. You’d be a bird, too, and I’d fi...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    "Honey, what’d you learn in school today?" I learned that the world is cruel. I learned that people will try to take your dreams. They will try to rip them into tiny little shreds and then burn them; burn them until they’re only ashes and there’s no proof they existed. There’s only the me...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    There is something I want to say. You say what? What is it? I want to know. You close your eyes, snap your wrists and place your hands on the base of your neck. You roll your fingers over the vertebrae. You say it helps you remember you have bones; it makes you feel more human. You exhale, and th...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    I do not miss you. Don’t get me wrong; you meant a lot to me. You still mean something to me, although I’m not sure exactly what something is. I think it has something to do with happiness and roses and tears and smiles and secrets and laughs and bubble baths and hearts and breaking them. ...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    I spent all of today lost in the clouds. The first thing you need to know is I do not lose my head in the clouds. I am grounded; I am a firm believer that solid ground is best, and nothing will ever change that. I do not believe in daydreams -- they just never work out for me. All of mine have ...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    If I had one wish, there’d be a man and a woman, somewhere. Except the woman’s more of a girl and the man’s more of a boy. Because that’s what they are, really, but they like pretending they’re grown up. They’d be dancing. Only, it wouldn’t really be dancing. It’d be more of h...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    last night, i fell asleep to your breathing and the way you say "i missed you."...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    the hearts she draws are always a little short of perfect. she smiles and says that’s because hearts are like people; they’re always a little imperfect....
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    i’m only a mess of scribbled, unsolved equations (you’ve tried to solve them, but there’s no solution). but please, don’t try to fix me solve me anymore. you’ll end up erasing parts, and i’d like to still be me (and not just x) when this is over....

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