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Teen Ink Magazine,
October 2006 :
Poetry Articles
Autumnal
by Aani P., Frederick, MD
semi-opaque fragrance of
orange leaves ripped from
dying trees and the nights are
still enough for silence to seep through
the pores of this planet and we are
Overwhelmed.
(the way the a.m.
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Crash
by Savannah L., Ridgeville, SC
impact. the crash pulled our
hands away.
heart.
explosion of
lack there of.
the memories
lay in the backseat showered with glass that rained where we once lay.
this seems
unreal?
the fact
you’re dead.
the fiction
we used to have it all.
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Fall
by Caitlin B., Dumfries, VA
It’s fall, the summer air is fading.
Ducks quietly gather on the lake where we lie
And contemplate the last remaining hours
Until we slip back to the world.
Immerse our toes into the murky water
We are baptized for the very first time.
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Hands
by Allison W., San Diego, CA
It is a history, the room,
layering souls over the walls in
multicolored memories.
Hands, bronze and deliberate,
create a rhythm in their task.
Strips of white roll across
the tired blue expanse.
Laughter, caught
in the window,
echoes from the past.
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Modern Day Panther Prowl; Dionysian Desires
by Caitie D., Jacksonville, FL
A reckless sort,
a passive god amongst future idols
and future wasted potential.
You’re floating on
radio waves
that report which agenda
defines us this week.
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Nothings
by Nikki S., No. Andover, MA
seven months
your silken nothings,
ladled lightly
into my ear, that once
slithered sweetly
through my veins then
pumped passionately
to produce that boiling blood,
have turned this body now
lukewarm
Good-bye,
Sole elixir of my heart
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On the Bench
by Kyla O., Oxford, OH
There he is
On the bench by the overpass
With his silly smile spread across his face
like a sunset on the perfect day
And his bike leans against him
Covered in balloons and childhood glee.
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Paint the Trees
by Erin J., Keene, NH
You’re armed; I can feel it.
Stroking bark through stained glass
with a horsehair brush
and earth-toned acrylics,
deftly assaulting nature in sepia,
I freeze
as sage cotton senses you
behind me.
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Place Me Among the Stars
by Jessica L., Gilford, NH
Coral used to tell me I was
plucked from the sky in an
instant - placed in the ocean
to be saturated like a sponge.
“Get your fill of this world,”
she’d order. “There’s no telling
when the tide will turn.
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Quickbucks: A Fairy Tale
by Jack H., Littleton, CO
Jack, after his shrewd deal with the cow,
Went to Beanstalk Business School,
And started rallying up his fairy-tale friends
To corner the market.
He employed the Wolf to be his real-estate mogul,
Brick House L.L.C.
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Renewed Finality
by Marianne P., Springfield, MO
Chubby fingers
grasp flaming tiger lilies.
Aubrey’s eyes gaze downward,
tracing a name in the stone.
Chiseled, glassy granite roses,
captured in their fullest bloom
surround the scroll
that reads “Petersen.
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Stains of Blue
by Callie S., Denver, CO
Blue drips through the darkness of my dreams,
And trails through every word that spills onto my paper.
It dances through me and escapes into my vision.
The world turns as blue as my mind.
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Sunday’s Classified
by Jason S., Allendale, NJ
“Two parents seek entry-level son to perform
daily household chores (i.e. make bed, unload dishwasher),
and complete normal offspring duties,
including, but not limited to, listening when parents
are arguing and assuming it’s his fault; withholding his emotions until ...
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The Wind Cries Jimi
by Katelyn D., W. Branch, MI
His guitar sings the world into rhythm
The crowds rock and roll with him
Guitar licks spin into somewhere he hides
For the real man always wore a disguise
And the wind cries Mary.
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Upgrades
by Adam S., Spring, TX
I built myself some new lungs
Because you took my breath away
I installed a better voice box
So I could find the words to say
I molded myself some new eyes
More confident than before
I shaped myself a nicer face
Much less easy to ignore
Removed my stomach’s ...
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Villainy
by Katie F., Philomath, OR
Escape
from my superman red cape.
now
i want soft,
not hard abdomen,
bulging pectorals
perfection. cool
cucumber. world
saver.
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