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  • Trying Not to Blink

    Standing on the corner Always looking in. Standing there, I fought to wonder What do I see in him? An epic battle rages inside of me A battlefield I’ll be ...

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  • Eighteen Falling Stars

    The night of 18 falling stars Only 7 more crashed cars. As I'm finding the words You're running away... What force on earth Will make you stay? And I’m turning ...

    1 min read
  • Sharpies and Electric Guitars (chp. 1 and 1/2)

    ONE Such a heartbeat But you left me out on the street Baby, I still need you Maybe, I still love you My sixteen-year-old self rolled her eyes as the ...

    60 min read
  • The Ball

    The Ball The flutter of a skirt, Innocent rustle of a blouse. The snap and fold of sharp-looking suits. Creases, ruffles, lace, and cuffs- The revelry is about to begin. ...

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  • Elementals

    Un My hand presses against the cool rock on the side of the cave. It’s a shallow cave, and there’s remains of a nest and red glass fragments which makes ...

    34 min read
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  • His Mind.

    i've been asked to help someone write, and i came up with this. the idea is a twin's brother has just died on his way to state for Cross Country. ...

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Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield.
— Billy Collins