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Teen Ink Magazine, March 2001 : Poetry Articles

Angels Don't Have Wings
Sometimes angels don't have wings.
Instead, they wear
black leather
     studdedcollars
          and dogchains. ...
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Carbondale
This selection can be found in Teen Ink Friendsand Family, the third in the Teen Ink book series, all available inbookstores nationwide and online. Continue...
Cold SpaghettiOs
Another day in your wasteful
and useless life,
eating SpaghettiOsfrom the can with a fork,
staring at the blank TV screen.
I don't think youknow it's not on. ...
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Dear Gayle
Dear Gayle,
Remember when
I came to visit
You sittingthere
In a wheelchair and I ...
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Free
The death and the violence
Scream out tome,
Truly,
Madly,
Deeply, ...
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Grandmother
T
his selection can be found in Teen Ink Friendsand Family, the third in the Teen Ink book series, all available inbookstores nationwide and online. Continue...
Jar
I'd live in a jar if I could
beneath the lid
behind theglass
safe from the world
safe at last ...
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New Me
I am fighting an addiction
Gaining tools to keep it away
I realizeit's not about time
It's about having a clean, sober day
Drugs no longerclouding my mind ...
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September Sorrows
In a forest blowing ashes from
the bonfires of our lives,
the sun above thecanopy
throbbed like a heart,
and screamed for October. ...
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The Campfire
Four young men
huddle around the
fire pit, each of
themproclaims that
he has a better ...
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The Color of Age
Gray sucks the color
from the helpless bodies of men.
He waits andthen creeps
into their whiskers
Consuming their youth
tarnishing theirbodies
and turning their bones to frail pencils





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The Old Man Says
The old man says, "You, go home now"
Wrinkles flashing, eyebrowsfurrowed,
I look back to the grave
Cold stone wet with evening dew
Andtake a step home
And another, and another







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Tickle-Me-Pink
She blew,
The hair,
From her eyes,
Hair,
Palest of all paleblonds, ...
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Uncovering
It's those little stones

in poured concrete.
You know -
soworn by decades of
tromping
the soul shows through.
I walk over in
barefooted November boots,
soak up the city.

It's what I know.





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Untitled
The snow falls
softly hitting the ground.
Like each tear
thatfalls from my eyes onto my pillow.
The coldness from outside cannot ...
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What it comes down to
Biting my cuticles to the ultimate end
Nothing to do
Nothing haschanged
Except for the fact
That I am writing ...
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Words for You
Sweet words swell
My melting heart.
In my boiling blood,
Trapped.
Escaping ...
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