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Teen Ink Magazine, March 2004 : Poetry Articles

Changing Lanes
by Courtney C., Midlothian, VA
Stop speeding.
We spend time together
and I honestly don't know why.
You remind me,
what an emotional toxic wasteland Richmond is.
Especially in winter.
But it makes me smile when you ask me
to voluntarily spend the evening with you.
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Cooking Utensil
by Ritasha T., Mt. Laurel, NJ
Golden brown number two's
That write in gray
Cook up a masterpiece for the eyes.




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Damn Cat
by Sam E., Gilford, NH
after a cat's accidental brush
with a wire in the heart of the beast,
I am forced into an uncomfortable, angular embrace
with a computer tower.

an ear throbbing for bass
and trembling for treble
drives fondling fingers farther
in search for an unmated plug.
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El Camino Carpet Ride
by Allison M., Stafford, VA
Your first car,
Windows down,
The smooth breeze bites at bare shoulders.
We have no destination.
No boundaries
The airy, fragrant freedom
Is as clear as summer stars.




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Saturday Night
by Mallory W., Glen Gardner, NJ
We danced until our feet
Bled gin,
In 1920s fedora hats.
Mobster style.
Pinstripes wound up our black suits.
Spirals of smoke winding from the cigars,
Dangling out of our mouths.
Driving down the disparate streets,
On the eve of 2 a.m.
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some hands
by Chris J., Lexington, KY
it only took a couple of seconds
for the vibrations of a bow to convince me
that I needed you
melting like molten emotion
crumbles like paper-mâché at the thought of you alone
i tried to take your hand at first flight
but I remained grounded while you ...
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Steamy
by Lindsey A., New City, NY
A cup of hot cocoa is perfect.
Steam floats along airy paths,
destined to warm your face.
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Summertime
by Nathania G., Sharjah, U.A.E
humid nights
icy cinnamon tinged
apple juice
clutched in hands
lazy talk of
[the good ol' days]
"remember whens"
"wish we could do it
agains"
& "i'm really gonna
miss you this summer"
& i really can't believe
[time ...
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