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• Nonfiction > Memoir
  The Skin

  

  By Kelse, Flemington, NJ

  “What’s that?” “Huh? What’s what?” “That mark on your foot, what is it?” “Oh… that’s nothing.” * * * Beep, beep, beep, beep. Where am I? What happened? I don’t even know where I am, I can’t remember anything. I can recall the words “Count backwards from 10” a...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The one in my chair

  

  By Kelse, Flemington, NJ

  As I sit alone in my seat My empty chair I wonder where The me that I once new Has gone....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Undun

  

  By Kelse, Flemington, NJ

  I feel undun Leaves burning to amber Flying off their branches While I remain the same, Faces flitting past me Clock-hands spiraling Days tumbling from the Calendar’s Face Too fast My mask remains always present Heavy with the awareness that no son could Face the face beneath. Lone...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Classroom

  

  By Kelse, Flemington, NJ

  Fear clasps its icy fingers around my throat Drags me to my feet Standing and Sweating My mouth opens, Words overflow I'm no longer myself Merely a vessel A ship spinning in circles on an emerald sea of nothing The words are the shackles around the anchor As it sinks And rusts, Petrifi...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Inside Joke

  

  By Kelse, Flemington, NJ

  I sit in exile Dark and alone Head spinning Stomach clenching Ears straining Eyes wide Frostbitten from Cold shoulders and icy glares I float along the edge of the circle Drifting on the high-tension wire Humming the outcast’s hum I laugh when they do Make the animal sounds Squawk...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Things That Keep Me Awake At Night

  

  By Kelse, Flemington, NJ

  Eyes closed— Vivid with visions of violet clouds. Eyes open. Lights off. Darkness. No pale moon. No stars. Nothing. I’m alone, or am I? The creaks and groans of the settling foundation Plague my attempts at sleep. I drift into the violet mist as Endless as an underwater cave. I stum...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  the Lesson you learn when trying to be Yourself

  

  By Kelse, Flemington, NJ

  You know that feeling don’t you? When they stare You can feel the icy daggers barring holes into Your soul You hear them whispering don’t you? And giggling You can feel it when they point and scoff at who You are You try not to notice don’t you? But you can’t You can pretend li...
• Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
  The Next Generation...

  

  By Kelse, Flemington, NJ

  I feel bad for this next generation. I feel like all the people younger than me are sooo much s****ier than people my age are! They are dating sooner, kissing sooner, drinking sooner, smoking sooner, experimenting with drugs sooner...it's sickening. I feel bad for them. They don't enjoy re...
• Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
  Different

  

  By Kelse, Flemington, NJ

  Different Sitting. Just sitting. Not flying; not gliding; not surfing. Sitting. Out of date; overrated; boring. Sitting. On the city’s rim. My rocket clad feet dangling idly over the edge. My legs swing back in forth lazily in the steady wind. Electric blue flames lick the open air ben...