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  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    I’ve got a hundred poems here But burden knows they quickly fade On seeing ink, they disappear Leaving me unfilled and weighed So I’ve resorted to a method crude Of stealing another’s well-worn yoke To harness my thoughts, to then subdue This curséd forest of poison oak For neatly gar...
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    To write, they say, Is to express the soul But I can't breathe Compressed by these Whitewashed walls And so am bound to fall on knees To pray for a memory Too far to touch, to Color the white, to hide The bitterness on my tongue May it be enough To remember That old brick buildi...
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    How strange to think we’ve chosen To stay outside in this downpour Soaking ourselves And not allowed To acknowledge the rain...
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    Driven forth by an importunate need she could not fully understand, the eerie figure at the edge of the lake had since become still as the heavy stone upon which she sat, as though the inner turbulence of her troubled mind had been suppressed by the overwhelming placidity of the great lake before he...
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    The sky had just begun to dusk when I found myself - again - by the rippling lake watching the sailboats come in and thinking about confession. In a moment when everything seemed to be changing I thanked the mossy hills - darkening under the orange sky - for their comforting permanence ...
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    The story of Weslandia, as it exists in the picture book, goes like this: There once was a boy named Wesley. He was a clever boy, and though his parents cared little about him except to worry that he didn't fit in - or perhaps because of that - he was content being unpopular. Then one summer, f...
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    Right from the gecko I've gotten teased For my mother named me Say-Ahh And all my life I've struggled – I think she meant Isaiah. It's true, I guess, she says things funny It's become, well, suit-o-lore That when they ask for more Pacifics She takes them to the shore ...
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    the cold cuts into me like the needle into their skin marking them forever so we can never forget my shadow is doubled, tripled, quadrupled as I walk out the way they couldn’t followed by ancestors I never met who faded away the way these buildings have faded from horror-houses to museums...
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    We, teens, are fantastic. I love reading the work we submit online and what gets published in the magazine. I especially enjoy seeing what themes are featured each month, but all too often I've started a poem about global warming only to find that ­Environmental Awareness is the theme of the issue,...
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    the crows have claimed this place wearing masks, hiding, crying still – here, the dirt is made of us...
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    When we were little we played a game called Doctor where she would dress up and I would play sick and she'd give me pills to make me better. We grew up, though, and grew apart. I don't play Doctor anymore, but she still does. Only now, she plays doctor and she plays patie...
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    If I had my life to live over, I'd laugh more readily and more loudly, I'd smile more and fight less, I'd clean my room more often And not just when my mother told me to. If I had my life to live over, I’d give more presents and make more scavenger hunts and write more poems...
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    circles and clocks day and night disappointment generations hunger inspirations love and peace seasons and time wheels and war...
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    For a long time now, I’ve engaged in the practice of making up a new answer every time I get asked, “What’s your favorite food?” It shifts depending on my mood, the people I’m with, and maybe what I had for breakfast that day. “Chocolate-chip cookies.” “Calamari.” “Salmon....
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    among the branches of the sweet tree green peeks through stiff swing would be old and broken but for bright memories broken legs from branch jumping come home, my love white dresses sweet kisses and May flowers again...
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    In a new mother's smile In an old mother's smile On a holiday spent alone On a yartzeit spent together In a bucket drawn from an empty well In a broken-down car by the side of the road In a slow-motion, black-and-white moving picture In an old and empty casino From a desert, a moun...
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    All these proletariats Expatiating in baroque phonemes: Every epithet an enigma, every locution too labyrinthine All these people Speaking in complex words And never saying anything...
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    Every month, I eagerly await the arrival of Teen Ink. I read every issue from cover to cover – even the ads. I study the art and jot down phrases that pop out at me from the articles. I love the thrill that comes from reading original pieces by teenagers around the country and the world. Occasiona...
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    Far-away deadlines And school and college and grades Don't bother me When my feet are in the grass And my head in the clouds And my hands around a flower....
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    She stares into the mirror and asks - begs - for a non-truth, for the lie that she wants to hear. And the reflective glass indulges her, bends the light and shows her an image; full cheeks, bulging stomach, dandruff, awkward feet turned outward, split-end hair, cracked lips, chewed nails, big ...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    Everybody's always so f*cking fine, When you ask how someone is they say "fine" It's a reflex, like blinking, not something that you can control It's a horrible intention, a shattered piece of soul And we are not always as fine as we seem Oftentimes we're broken an...
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    Did you know? About 60,000 to 70,000 cell phones are sold every day in the United States. Over 1 billion people worldwide own or use cell phones. Every day, the majority of us use a cell phone. We love those things; they make our lives easier, faster, and more fun. However, cell phones are not risk-...
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    I am a daughter of nature I say what I believe in I hear kids laughing I see a view that is heaven I want to fly off of it like a hawk I am a daughter of nature I pretend I can't see the skyscrapers I dream of a world filled with peace I try to reduce, reuse, recycle and rethink I ho...
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    Who is he who walks among The mosses and doesn't tread? Who is he who takes what he needs Unneeded blood he doesn't shed? Who is he who silently tiptoes past the eagle? Who is he who sees the tree and says how it is regal? Who is he who knows not where to buy gold bars or rifles? Wh...
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