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  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    There is no Understanding to be obtained. TheSumoftheParts. The parts comprised of: The Soft Pink Tupperware containers The Slant of a cushion guiding to your side The Powdered Snow against your cheek The Poison inside your Laugh The Tug of the Corners of Synchronized Lips. We are cho...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Train zooms beneath the Hustle and Bustle. Bump and Brush. A sea of black suits with a chorus Of toothless smiles below. And cloudy faces, grime and groan, Twirl around her While tips of metal Giants scrape along The GlassLake sky. Little fishy swims through a little pool Of endless ...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    Blood had disappointed me. In truth, I was expecting much better. The vibrancy of its rivers, the brilliance of that dripping red, was all much grander in my day dreams, much grander than this blob of dullness. It did not run like a river, slowly, mindfully peaceful as to not wake those surrounding ...
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    Her tears have run too long for her to even notice them falling anymore. They seem to lick her face like glue, molding to her skin and only able to remove itself until its peeled off. Yes, her face is glue now, hammering the brokenness inside her and jumbling it up so at least all the confusion and ...
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    My mind is rocked in a car of a train, just a segment of the grand picture. I wait quietly as the pulling of the wheels take me away to a better place, a place where I can think, be real, and wait. Wait for you. Wait for reality. Waiting for both of those things to collide and make one beauti...
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    Let’s build a scene, why don’t we? Start with a backdrop. A worn out sky hangs above your head with paper machete clouds and a droning backdrop of darkness, like a monotone voice creating a stupor over the subjects below it. Follow with a stage. Under your feet lies grass that moves agai...
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    Susan Till was fifteen when her precious, young life was taken by the cold, unforgiving hand of murder. Among other things, Susan was popular and well-liked (as many know is a hard balance to keep as they are two polar opposite things). Smart, athletic, pretty and down-to-earth, she was, in simpler ...
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    My mother is just a bathrobe, a stock pile of tears, and sagging skin. Her face has turned the color of urine, her mouth is blue, and her eyes have bloodied rivers running down the murky grey. She sits, stares at walls, and waits for someone to wake her up from reality. But she waits in vain. My...
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    She sits in a room that is drowning in perfume and powder. She stares at a face that is hardly recognizable under the black, pink, and beige paint that covers the discolorations on her jaw, the worry clawing at the skin under her eyes, and the premature wrinkles that dance around her thinning lips. ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Everything is something else. Distorted, detached From my withering mind In delusions and fantasies. I frighten myself With misshapen dreams And convoluted wishes. Where is the beauty In simple simplicity? Where is the joy When everything Is just as it seems? All have meanings ...
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    Margaret has this habit of spitting. I don’t know where or why or how she began that dreadful tick, but it is beginning to get on my nerves. Just like the way she only washes her clothes when her laundry basket is all the way full… And sometimes doesn’t place a napkin in her lap while she...
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    Sometimes, I just sit and look at them. I look out how neatly they are arranged. All in a perfect sequence. I don’t know, I guess I want them to talk. I guess I expect them to move or do something. But they just stare back at me. They want to know why I’m looking at them. What’s so special...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    Dear You, I know this sounds really weird. I know that after I say this you probably won’t talk to me ever again. But I have to say it, you know? It’s like…maybe I can’t deal with the fact that I’ll leave you never knowing the truth. Never even having a shot at it. Do you know that ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    When I was little I would ride and ride On a beautiful white horse With tassels in his mane. I was a queen, Smiling at the People below me, Moving and giggling To the sound of Music. The notes twirled, Dancing with a Happy smile Audibly seen. They sent me Into a dreamland That ...
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    Wind and rain, Pounding down, Hear the all Unbroken sound. Love and life Hidden now, Beneath the soft And soaking ground. Lost and tormented Are we all. Buried so deep We missed the call. Hope and loss So intricately intertwined, Loss of hope, Hope of time. Worn out fac...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    I had soap suds in my eyes, stinging me with the sudsy poison, at a car wash in the dead heat of the summer when I first met you. Tears were streaming down my face, and I was grateful I wasn’t wearing any makeup. Without even seeing me or meeting me before, without saying a word, you worked water ...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    I decided today I was in love. My heart didn’t thump Like a thousand drums, And I could speak As clearly as I always have. My vision didn’t go blurry Or my head feel light and faint. I wasn’t overwhelmed By a title wave of emotions. And I didn’t decide this With a passion...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    We are all sitting, crouched in this lowly position, deliriously rebellious. All in this prison that we know as our only world. It is dark, cold, damp, and unforgiving. The floor is hard, concrete, so that when we fall there is no one there to catch us or pick us up. We lay there helpless after one ...
  • Opinion > Current Events / Politics
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    July 4th, 1776, fifty-six men signed the Declaration of Independence- the document that started our country. In it are a list of ideas stating what we thought were crucial to a strong citizen-run government and why we believed these were crucial. The people of America wanted their rights- life, libe...
  • Opinion > Pop Culture / Trends
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    Picture a world without music. Isn’t it dark? Doesn’t everything feel out of place? Music can lets us practice our singing skills whether in the shower or riding down the highway or excite and inspire us. Music defines generations, like disco, rock and roll, and Motown. It brings images into you...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    The lights are off, heads like shadows sway and bend in expectation of what comes from the single, aching, waiting light on the stage. White stems from a hidden source above, pouring down on to the purest of blacks like an intruder devouring its prey. I sit there, picturing already what will come ne...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Your whispering kisses Taint my skin Like war paint in spit. Battle for battle Neither of us can Ever gain the upper hand. But I can’t stop This incredible tug in my chest From pulling me back Into your rough arms. Everything in me Completely gives up will. Your fingers d...
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    Unrecognizable beauty, Hidden beneath a mountain Of flesh and clothes, Walks through the halls Invisible and broken Waiting for someone to see Who she really is. Quiet, sullen, timid, and scared A cloak of submission Trails behind you Like an omen of slavery. Cold chains made of wor...
  • Opinion > Spirituality / Religion
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    Do you ever get that gnawing feeling in the pit of stomach at the very thought of an afterlife, at the thought that somewhere out there is a world that you cannot touch until your soul leaves its home? Do you ever have moments where you think how scary it would be to die because may be, just maybe, ...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    didn’t want to write this. I didn’t want people to know the truth. But maybe that’s exactly the reason I did, because I couldn’t keep the truth confined to myself any longer. It wasn’t fair to me… or to him. I made the first mistake of many when I asked the supervisor for the n...

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