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Teen Ink Magazine,
May 2005 :
Poetry Articles
A Change So Subtle
by Kelly M., Sacramento, CA
I used to think that
Were I to lose my mind
It’d happen all in one instant.
Change
My views on love and anger -
Things that make me myself.
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Black Roses
by Quinn R., Guerneville, CA
Black roses
My true, my chosen
Black velvet in your petals
So curious and mysterious
Your gravitational pull, your force
Feeds off my desires ...
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Contemplation: the silent art of manipulation
by Helyn M., Driftwood, TX
your eyes sparkled in the rain.” you tell me this twice.
my windshield wipers are on full speed,
so i can’t hear you not that i’d believe you, if i did.
you try to hold my hand but i don’t feel it.
i pull back and touch my hair, it’s wet.
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Duck on Water
by Kim L., El Dorado, KS
The pastel colors create a tranquil atmosphere.
The scene is peaceful.
The sun is paused low in the sky,
as a warm breeze gently sways the reeds,
and gracefully sweeps across the top of the otherwise still water.
Then you look deeper.
You see past the obvious.
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Every Day’s The Same
by Mariel B., New City, NY
It is dark, but not quiet. Window curtains hang,
only hang, and an alarm will not quiet
itself. I rise, I push it silent, stumble on mess,
grope for light. It floods the room like too
much water. Once, it was otherwise.
Noon, and I eat alone.
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For Me With You
by Ivy S., Loganville, WI
days go by like forest fires,
large and blazing, yet somehow they put me to sleep
time still ticks like my feet tap through all my favorite songs
and pages fly like all eleven bodies on gymnastics mats
in theatre class
time doesn’t stop, not for me or anyone
but ...
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Gone
by Cierra V., Willits, CA
I remember
the icy feeling
the disbelief,
they had to be lying
No words were spoken
but the looks on their
faces told me;
my grandma was gone
Tears fell unnoticed
as I gasped for
air not realizing
I had stopped breathing.
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Insomnia
by Sara W., Greenwich, CT
Death is a curious thing;
It happens to everyone and yet everyone
Is afraid of it
This thing that we do not know about
This question that we cannot answer
Perhaps it is better that way, being unanswerable
Many would not be able to take the strain of knowing
Feeling in ...
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Mommy
by Jenna G., Chicago, IL
She won’t cry if she doesn’t see me leaving
Graveyardshift, late night drive droopy-eyed
Through diesel-blanketed diamond
Dazzled city center lakefront.
I wanna to go too!
I havework tonight, sweetheart.
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Music-box Ballerina
by Hannah E., Ypsilanti, MI
She stands inside her music box,
She dances for all to see,
But the one thing they don’t notice -
She’s longing to be free.
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Musical Notes
by Sara K., Cincinnati, OH
A tie-dye shoelace,
the deep purple wrinkle in your brain,
silver spirals in the used notebook,
Night blue lightning in a black sky
Bony spine of a hungry child,
Crop circles in the cornfield,
The continued line of slits
on the naked flesh,
New Year’s confetti ...
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No Longer
by Andrea M., Bedford, NY
My soul no longer
Unwritten
My breath no longer
Stilled
My voice no longer
Silenced
My heart no longer
Spilled
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On The Rim
by Jessica S., Hamilton, OH
On the Rim of an empty bottle
Lipstick remnants drip red,
And hint of gasping gulps
Eyes follow the tilt of the glass.
On the Rim of an empty bottle
A girl rests her rose red lips,
Parting, an innocent smile.
Cheeks suggest a sunrise
Too perfect.
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Seasonal Quartet
by Jeremy F., New City, NY
Lotion-lined, leather lips
Heavy, hot humidity
Searing, scorching solar strips
Maniacal morbidity
Faltering foliage falling
Halloween haze
Colorful carnage calling
Dim daunting days
Wondrous wintry white
Bombarding brutality
Frigid, frozen ...
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Silent Music
by Ty H., Kalispell, MT
With something so wondrous as music,
Why would you strive for anything more?
Unless you also like silence -
Then, that’s what poetry’s for.
Convey your meaning with the scrape of a pen
When tears are filling your eyes.
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Skittles
by Jacob L., Mattawan, MI
Every time I open a bag
I can see 100 little Skittles
looking up at me with
hopeful eyes that they won’t
get eaten.
Crunch! I hear as I bite into a yellow
Skittle. The small Skittles swished around
my mouth as I bit into another.
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Stolen Ignorance
by Esther M., Cedar City, UT
The book glared at me from the bed,
Angry at being thrown down
But easily forgiving.
It looked up innocently, inviting me
To pick it up once again.
I shivered and turned away.
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Suppose My Mother
by Sarah W., New City, NY
Suppose my mother was a broken mirror
Shattered to a million pieces
Each more jagged than the next
But somehow she will manage
To put all the pieces together
She’ll be back as new
You would have never known that she was broken
And when you look into ...
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The Jaded Salmon
by Celesta K., Phoenix, AZ
Fins
flipping
faithfully in the
current. Upstream.
A fight for survival.
The real Call of the
Wild. A valiant journey.
To pass on their legacy,
They’ll need scales of
determination. Rushing
waters, force past them,
Urging them to fail.
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The Unfinished Story
by Nick C., Milwaukee, WI
This uncompleted story,
Seems like everyone wants to read.
Full of heroes, fame and glory,
But also hate and greed.
It begins in different ways,
Depending on your mind or faith:
Opinions of the true beginning
Are forever changed and swayed.
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