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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    She is a book with the ending ripped out is a puzzle with pieces jammed in misplaced it is an ocean where everything gets lost in the vast depths life comes and goes like leaves falling from an old oak tree the medics tried to save her but their human fingers held no magic the holes...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    She is a book with the ending ripped out is a puzzle with pieces jammed in misplaced it is an ocean where everything gets lost in the vast depths life comes and goes like leaves falling from an old oak tree the medics tried to save her but their human fingers held no magic the holes...
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    Holding the hand of an unrelated two year old; Max My stomach welcomes the feeling of subtleness Butterflies dissolve into a wall In which they are usually trapped inside I walk into the park A city of Normal kids are jumping around Like monkeys swinging in the jungle I feel the tiny hand...
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    the black water caresses beneath the raft painted with oils from the fiery horizon each hue leaks drip by drip far down below to the bone chilling darkness: arms of water igniting the reflection of the anger above creating a mirror image of madness six buff men drip essence of exertion...
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    leftovers the black water caresses beneath the raft painted with oils from the fiery horizon each hue leaks drip by drip far down below to the bone chilling darkness: arms of water igniting the reflection of the anger above creating a mirror image of madness six buff men drip essenc...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Everything has a price. That apple. The cute little puppy at the pet store. Even that paper bag your mom packs your peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich in. Yes, that brown paper has value. When I was five, I didn't understand this. I would trot into the supermarket with my mom and fill my stomac...
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    Sometimes, I still can’t grasp it. Courage urges me to face the weakness gnawing away at the last bit of strength my body contains, but I refuse. I close my eyes and squeeze away the pain when I think of my future — the future that I don’t know even exists. I wish I could stand proudly like a ...
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    As the puzzle pieces slowly merge together, we discover the immense difference between loyalty and betrayal. We discover that the will to win may lead to a loss of fortune that will never be regained. We discover that one war can remain forever, despite the fact that the uniform may be removed from ...
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    My hands could firmly grasp you Squeeze you until it burned I felt fire ignite in my veins Scorching form the heat of your touch And that day flew by Life a bird setting off for its journey Never intending to return And now my blood is frozen My cold veins have cracked My fingers strugg...
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    Mama, why are my eyes so black and colorless when her eyes are so magical sparkling like the deep blue sea? Your eyes may not smile everyday but your eyes tell many stories they catch darkness they understand pain, sorrow If you open your eyes beneath the tears of the Earth the darkness...
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    Rifle held at his eye Trembling in his grasp Stains of red splatters cover his torn uniform A deep scar slashes across his forlorn face The bullet spurts out Like a soft, silent kiss good-bye Slicing into the heart of an unknown man Seconds keep flashing by Croaks form the toad continue ...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    This isn’t the first time it happened. A thick pool of laughter bubbled up inside me like a shaken soda bottle overflowing with fizz, a smile sprawled cross my face like a toddler who received their favorite lolli-pop flavor, and my mind was a freshly scrubbed chalkboard wiped clean of thought...
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    A silent scream of absence Reminds me why I’m empty The constant reminder Tells me why my strength is only weakness And why my wealth is only worthless Touch my glimmering golden skin Do you feel anything? Run your fingers through my pure-silk hair Is it comforting? Stare into my brillian...
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    We are all in a world of obstacles Knocking us down As we try to reach the top Of the gaping mountain The rich Luxuriously cruise straight along to the top In the snap of a finger Squalors Exert in the hot sun and freeze in the snowy winters Coping with the blisters and pain Arrogant w...
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    Each tear I cry Is a layer of my stinging memories I watch desperately As the pain stained into my blood Finally fades to a faint Drip by drip Scream by scream Each night I dream myself away To a world where nothing can touch me Where the blaze cannot scorch my skin Where the silence ca...
  • Reviews > Book Reviews
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    The book Night by Elie Wiesel is a powerful and horrifying story about the Holocaust. It gave me every detail of what Jews suffered in concentration camps and I was outraged by the treatment of the Jews. For example, there was one scene where Elie watched people going into the crematory and he could...
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    Imperfection Screams at me with its vulgar voice Rubbing it in my face that it twisted my life And the pain is as strong as rubbing vinegar Into an open wound Sometimes It’s like I see everyone Sprinting ahead of me Boasting as they fly into the unknown distance And I thirst to run ahea...
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    “I got you to look after me and you got me to look after you.” Lennie, a burley man with a mental impairment, says this enthusiastically to his reliable companion, George, a clever man who looks after Lennie like a father. Furry rabbits, soft mice, and silky hair all mesmerize Lennie, always end...

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