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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    they say that bravery and strength are both measured by their smallest and most humane respects not storming in, guns blazing, kicking down doors but rather through drying tears taking a deep breath and saying I am worth more than this and now at seventeen I realize that you’r...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I looked for meaning etched into the desks at school but I just saw profanity, endless curses carved into the plastic wood and I’m not sure if they’re referring to anyone in particular or just life in general I looked for meaning stacked on bookshelves but all I saw were girls simpe...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Step one: Find her. She’s out there, Just waiting to be saved. She’ll push you away But only because She fears you won’t push back. Step two: Be there for her. Be a shoulder to cry on, Be a friend, a mother, A lover, a sister, Whatever she needs, Be there for her. Step three: ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    I have no choice; the urge pulls me in, hook, line, and sinker. Here again, hopeless, digging through the drawers of my bathroom, throwing things behind me and caring not where they land, my mind on only one thing. And there it is. It cuts into my palm as I clutch it too tightly, and I look at it fo...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    A tall man sporting a thick black aristocratic mustache leans against the stucco wall of the French restaurant where his girlfriend works, smoking a cigarette while he waits. The smoke he exhales winds through his mustache like ghostly fingers. His eyes are shockingly blue and are far away, lost in ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    "Play this passage," I say, pointing to a four-bar phrase in the middle of the piece I put in front of her. She looks at me helplessly, asks me how. I smile, I count it for her, tell her to copy me. One and two, three-a four. Play that, Grace. Her eyes light up when she plays it correctly,...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    She is sleeping. She has to be. She can't be dead, she just cant, not Savannah. Look, there! Her hand, moving, like always, painting pictures as she talks. Or is it only a trick of the light? I stare at those still hands, watching, waiting for her to stop playing this trick. She can hold her br...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The sun shone fondly upon that morning As children laughed and played Alone she stood, Hair of midday’s sun, Eyes of the morning’s blue. In her hands, Two petite white doves, A metal razor lay. Silver teeth shone in the sun’s golden light, And as the teeth dug into her skin, Crimson ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    There's nothing as terrifying as not knowing. Of sitting silently while inside your head your thoughts scream. Nothing worse than fear and silence. Pacing the floor, the threadbare carpet beneath my Converse high-tops. The swish of my jeans against each other. Every second seems to stretch on f...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Fourteen years Have been spent Watching through these Stone-cold blue eyes Seeing pain take shape Like shadows Stalking across the ceiling Nightmares, just add color. Misery is everywhere Like the people You know the face But cannot place the name. But amidst the shadows and faces ...
  • Hot Topics > Pride & Prejudice
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    Hey society, it seems like you've been hanging out with me a lot lately. Well, here's something about that: I don't like you. Not at all. I don't like the way you broadcast 90 pound girls as if that is the right way to be. The way you show off teen moms as if having children out...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    How many days will I spend Trying to unlock the clasp That holds inside of it All the memories I possessed But discarded, Into the bejewled pale pink box Hidden beneath my bed? How many hours Do I still have left to spend Trying to find poetry In the shadows that race across my bedroom ce...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    "Look at her," they whisper from behind me. "Who?" one asks. "Her. The blonde one with the tall guy," the first whispers back, "look at her arms. Look at her legs!" "She's a cutter!" The second laughs. The words reverberate in my ears, making...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    The sky was painted vibrant oranges and light pinks, fanning out into star-spangled violet farther into the east, pinpricks of bright stars and worlds unknown twinkling in the world above my head. The music poured from the speakers, the comforting sound of a soft ballad and pounding guitars. "...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Their voices hush as I walk in the room, their eyes silent, looking at me with cold curiousity. Then the whispers begin, a swirling ocean of little pieces of sound caught mid word. "Rachael..." "suicide..." "cutter..." Accusation and mockery was written in their eye...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    The neighborhood was drowning in red. The red lights of the ambulance outside your house. I remember you on a strectcher. I remember the bottle of pills that rolled on the concrete, spilling the reminents of its small, white, circular pills roll down your driveway. I remember the horrified look on y...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Red was the color I turned when David first hugged me. I wasn't expecting it, and not being much of an affectionate person, I was caught off guard, letting out a light squeak as his arms wrapped around me, even if my heart sped up a little bit in my chest. Orange was the color of the sk...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    When I’m eighty-three I imagine that it’ll be just you and me. Sitting in the sun beneath the nig blue sky, The sun still warm, the grass incredibly high. Our daughter, or our son, Playing with their children, like we did before them, always in love Above us, clouds float by, a...
  • Opinion > Love / Relationships
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    What defines love? Must it always be a man and a woman? In my experience, not at all. Love is not something you really can define, much less set limits on. Since when is love something that is not considered true if its different? Marriage should be open to gay couples. They're in love, prob...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Who would have thought that the moon and the sun would fall in love? The moon was lost, looking for a light he couldn't find, drowing in a sea of endless night, Then he found the sun, with her long, golden hair and deep sapphire blue eyes, walking by him. She stopped, right there in the middle ...
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    What is today? The birth of one The death of another The horizon of new love The brutal suicide of old love A smile upon a child's face A tear on a child's eyelash A sigh A smile A dance between two lovers A fight between two lovers A family smile A friendly hug A book open T...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I hear them breathe Banging against the door. I hear their snarls Echoing through my mind There are monsters in my closet Ones only I can see. There are monsters in my closet Ones that shrink back from the light. I hide under my covers Letting sleep free me From their infuriating glares. ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    His arms hold me up High above the people. I am a swan; Graceful, beautiful, flowing. His hands rest on my stomach Propelling me to the ceiling Where people stop to watch My swanlike grace. He twirls me down Now I am a snowflake Spinning, spiraling, Falling beautifully to Earth. Arms war...
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    Eyes wild Heart frantic Blood pounding She wakes in the night. Naught but a dream, Kate. Close your eyes Slip out of conciousness. Pain and terror Scratching at her window Begging to be let in Oh, Kate, just a branch. The screams of the damned swirl Screeching just outside her window Be...
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    Her hair bathed in moonlight Her body shining silver The kisses the stars leave Burn into her still form Her eyes were bright Like the stars glowing above Or so I've heard. Her parents cry there The darkness sheilding their sorrow Beautiful and intelligent They've told me the sto...

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