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Teen Ink Magazine, November 2004 : Poetry Articles

Almost Home
by Helen G., Centerville, OH
Alone I walk
through the boarded-up streets of home
over the dirty streets
stained by the loss of childhood
reeking of mediocracy ...
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Amnesia
by Yitka W., Overland Park, KS
your past is sketched in pencil
or erasable pen -
lines of impermanence that you
sweep away in dustpans,
then plug your ears to avoid ...
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Attraction
by Chloe L., Briarcliff Manor, NY
Green needles lined the frame
I sought you out and brought you in
I like when the light hits you hard
When we fall back just like the stars
Lined above, white, blue and pink ...
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Decisions
by Rachel R., Nine Mile Falls, WA
prolong the pain.
drag out lonely hours
steeped in remembrances;
days of wilting
in the bed ...
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Emotions Alive
by Amy S., Randolph, NJ
Happy shines, an undeniable beam.
Hopeful achieves the unattainable dream.
Bored wants to find a daring thrill.
Depressed sits alone, maybe pops a pill.
Sorrowful drips from desperate eyes. ...
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Existential Crises
by Katherine T., Troy, MI
Amidst the obnoxious crunching of Frito-Lays
threatening to submerge my thoughts in a pool of
saturated vegetable grease, I contemplate the futility of existence ...
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Faith (or Perspective)
by Anna X., Knoxville, TN
Look around, they said
Your idealism is petty, is dumb
You are blind to that which is real
Children are dying, crying; goodness
Bought and sold and defiled ...
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I Will be Different
by Taryn A., New City , NY
Jewish singles night at the bar.
Queens, 1978.
Kashered* for your delight.
Men like my dad:
Unattractive mustaches, ...
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in a car
by Carrie M., Elizabeth City, NC
i sit and think
of my troubles that go on forever
the black leather sticks to my skin
and i watch as i see that it is true
when they say leather is more water resistant ...
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lovelorn in suburbia
by Justine R., Mason, OH
the turn signal keeps beat with
my pulse.
i may have swallowed a large stone,
or possibly a paper weight went down
by mistake. ...
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November as Forever
by Aly S., Brunswick, ME
The clock's heart beats
Outside his open chest
The pendulum spins
So uneasily
No one sleeps ...
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Ode to Desk
by Enrique D., Charlotte, NC
Oh desk,
You are the object of my discomfort,
the pinnacle of all that annoys me.
Your surface, riddled with the graffiti,
the dreams and desires of ...
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Penetrating Notes
by Elizabeth R., Wayland, MA
The notes flow out like water,
following each other hand in hand, mother and daughter,
suspended in the air like smoke,
silently dissipating once they provoke
the listener to tap his foot, his finger ...
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Spider Webs
by Stella M., Bowie, MD
I remember looking at the black rusted railing
From inside the window, sitting at the spider web-covered table
I remember thinking that I was able
To relive the days of the past without crying
I remember staring across the dew-swept lawns over the sunflower beds ...
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The Promise
by Vincenzo P., Hawthorne, NY
If my brother had lived, he'd understand
how hard it was to pass the 7th grade.
If we shared my bedroom, I'd
nickname him Cello and he'd say Hey
and we'd play pool. ...
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Untitled
by Norah S., Wyckoff, NJ
You whispered my name

So softly
So delicately
It made my heart giggle

Your black eyes
Shot bullets into my
Spongy heart

Oh, wring me dry of your love




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Untitled
by Marcy M., Harvard, IL,
your hug reminds me of
shards of promises and stale memories
I asked for none of those
coloring books and hard candies
you gave to keep me busy ...
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Untitled
by David S., Bethesda, MD
Bedazzled, I stood there
Watching myself in the reflection
Of the Haiku Pool
I did not move but
My reflection did ...
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Untitled
by Jessica P., Sloatsburg, NY
In the midst of the night
She tries to sleep within the dark mysterious shadows of her bedroom.
Tossing and revolving in her pain,
She lies awake in defeat for what seems like an eternity
As minutes pass like hours. ...
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