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...
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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...
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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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