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  • Opinion > Pop Culture / Trends
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    A warning: This is ruthlessly harsh. If you want to marry Taylor Lautner and/or Jacob Black, don't take it personally and don't be reduced to tears. Twihards, don't feel the need to come to a cold realization of Stephenie Meyer's flawed "novels" and their imperfections,...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    You sit there loyal with trusting eyes - big, amber trusting eyes - and muzzle those who come near. Your warm breath, which smells subtley of fish, tickles my hand. Your fur is cowlicked and as rough as the bristles of a brush but so sleek. I lead and you follow. I smile and you wag. ...
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    Brilliant sunset staining landscapes with your vivid vermillion hues, And I, your ardent admirer vivaciously exclaim the brilliance of the earth. How could one not believe that there is a God after seeing this earthly wonder? This sunset is proof enough for me....
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    Small child tugs on Mother's skirt hem in hunger, but there is no food to eat. There is no cute baby fat plumping her young cheeks. Her face is grubby and brown by tan and soil and the soles of her feet are permanently stained by the earth's pigment. She whimpers for her stom...
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    The sad thing is, beauty isn't defined by ourselves anymore. It's defined by the media. We constantly have images of what "beauty is" being shoved in our faces -- a tall woman, very slender, with unrealistic hair that seems to never go gray, and not a blemish on the face. Someone...
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    Most children and teens play sports. From hockey to soccer to gymnastics, parents shuffle kids. In place of those commonplace fitness activities, I rock climb. Nothing can rival the adrenaline that pulses through my body, the stretch a route can give every muscle, or the combination of problem so...
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    Your skin-- filmy, limp, and papery thin with electric blue veins that form ridges and lines. Like a pug dog's, it is baggy and loose and shriveled by age; morphed into something else, something you used to fear. Your skin becomes more blemished by each passing year. You will never l...
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    Its not how any life should end; the pale cheeks puffy from chemo, the prized hair gone from radiation, the rosiness sucked from his cheeks, and an eye permanently closed from surgery. Its not how any life should end; in an eerie hospital room, in a filthy hospital bed, under polyester sheet...
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    My only company in this vast landscape are the terracotta chimneys and the chittering, chattering, fluttering birds. The only noises I hear originate far beneath me, the noises of humanity -- the siren blares and car horn beeps. Except the hummingbird chirps -- those fly from earth to heavens an...
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    Your skin-- filmy, limp, and papery thin with electric blue veins that form ridges and lines. Like a pug dog's, it is baggy and loose and shriveled by age; morphed into something else, something you used to fear. Your skin becomes more blemished by each passing year. You will never l...
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    Chucks. Converses. Those canvas sneaker things, whatever you want to call them. They used to be a symbol of individuality, a trend from the past, one you find when watching the Molly Ringwald classics, but they are back. I don't know why it bothers me, but they used to be reserved for those wit...
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    I've passed countless groups of giggling teenage girls dressed alike, all perfect clones. They all have meticulously straightened hair. It would be impossible for their heads to all look like that naturally. They wear those big, annoying pearl earrings that look like ones my great-grandmoth...
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    Fashion: you may be one who worships the Italian Gods of design, Gucci, Armani, and Versace, and reads Vogue in the bathtub before bed. You may care about how you present yourself and like the warm fuzzy feeling you get from strolling the hallways of school looking the best out of all your friends. ...
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    From the pilot, Glee was different. A musical dramedy about a show choir breaking stereotypes, it portrays several aspects of the modern teenager. Early plotlines reveal that the stereotypical "popular" girl, Quinn (Dianna Agron), (you know - a blonde cheerleader with a football-playing bo...
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    The phenomen of Bella and Edward's sultry romance hit us once with the first installment in the series, the epic Twilight. Now teenage girls across the nation (and their hesitant boyfriends) must get their "Team Edward"/"Team Jacob" shirts out of the closet once again for Ne...
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    She smells like the inside of the Abercrombie store. You sneeze as you walk past her, but she merely glances reproachfully at your retreating back. Her lips are covered in a juicy bubblegum-colored glaze of lipgloss. You feel your chapped lips which are only ever treated to a tube of Burts Bees. You...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    The worst part of the whole ordeal? Watching Taylor die. He went from a ruddy-cheeked fifth grader to a dying cancer patient, bloated by chemotherapy and practically albino from too many days spent in a hospital room without the touch of sun. He used to love life -- he was very smart, excelling at C...
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    Muse, come back, inspire. Characters have dried, died, withered into nothingness or dwindled off into history. They no longer bounce off the page, talking and walking and sputtering to life, spinning a story they tell only to me. It saddens me to see the fate, and now I pessimistically kno...
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    Seriously. In your blue-collared shirt, and white-collared job, restrained in your cubicle, imprisoned, death behind office walls. Meeting after meeting, what a bore, pasty-skinned from lack of tan, from lack of sun, from being holed up in an office all day, like humans were not meant to...
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    Michelangelo's sculpture you stand beautiful-- angelic-- with your delicately affixed features; high, sculpted eyebrows, stone cold chin, and rounded doll-cheeks which accent your high cheekbones. Skin like cold marble, pale porcelain and feminine, not chiseled or carved but carefully ...
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    Some beauty is only skin-deep. It can never reach in and beautify your heart. It is only a facade, a mask, a charade marking you from the rest. Your heart could be ugly, but your face wouldn't know. Adorned with glossy blonde curls that shine with all the colors of the rainbow. And bedecked...
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    Holy Thursday-- Church lights dim and candles are extinguished. We watch in silence as they strip the altar in preparation for tomorrow. No light illuminates the stained glass, tonight, and no candles glow warmly, shedding light on us all. The abbey is eerie and cold with too many shadows, ...
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    I look out my window as the skies turn from that rich periwinkle I love to a drab, dishwater gray. Bleak. Grim. Dismal. Yet Peaceful in a way. The rain hasn't penetrated the cumulonimbuses yet and the world looks like an unfinished painting of a storm that is missing the rain. The grasses thi...
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    Aging Your skin-- filmy, limp, papery-thin with electric blue veins that form ridges and lines. In their azure blue form they look like rivers across your pale epidermis. Like a pug dog, your skin is baggy and loose, shriveled by age, morphed into something else entirely, something you...
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    The sunlight settles lazily into the air making even the busiest of cats lay so their flank is to the floor and close their mischievous eyes to take a stint of a snooze. The rasberry popsicle melts like the wicked witch of the west, dirtying a todler's arm with the sticky, sinly sweet substance....

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