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Teen Ink Magazine,
September 2006 :
Poetry Articles
Always
by Jessica L., Gilford, NH
To me,
the dandelions will always be sprouting
wings and growing toward
the heavens along the chalky-white of the
fence out back,
and my brother will always arrive
on the scene, choking
the dandelions from their stems and
trailing green stalks homeward.
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Another World
by Monica H., Lawrenceville, GA
The rain mimicked the cadence of tearing velcro
When one pressed an ear against the window pane
While the wind knocked the lanky arms of tree upon a wall
As if it were a cantankerous old man thumping a cane
Looking closely at the universe within a drop
The crystal spheres of ...
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Between the Lines
by Tracey C., Cheshire, CT
Somewhere between the drama and fights,
The parties and long nights,
Taking chances,
And crazy romances.
Somewhere between making new friends,
And tying up loose ends,
Broken promises and mistrust,
And being enraptured in lust.
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City Countrymen
by Erica B., Wells, ME
Stepping out of the cave,
and into the mist
this is it.
Crossing the street,
my metropolitan refuge
a rift of rhyme
(that sweet divine)
is oozing out through the crosshairs of youth,
decaying the tooth
which ate from the batter bowl.
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Dialogue number 1
by Samuel A., Omaha, NE
Upon another limb flame foil flail.
And bellicose fortitudes stoke a foundry
Of righteousness; the mold each hath prepared.
Swirling hollow men cast noble scales,
And purge gray matter upon the earth.
Alarum drifts heavily upon an atmospheric
Depression; Death balances all.
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Down Main Street
by Emmett J., Northbrook, IL
Down Main Street,
Where I bought my first guitar
And left my soft hands
On the counter
Where they cracked
And learned
And were screwed back onto me
Down Main Street
Where I found smoke
And shaking legs beneath
Where my belly grew
And beasts circled
To ...
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Driving Demons
by Jessica R., Gilford, NH
Blackness surrounds me
as I grip the wheel tighter
Little glances in the mirror reveal shadows
of the past chasing me.
No matter how fast I go
the speedometer is never fast enough.
The mileage wears me down
more than my engine.
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Found: Woe is I
by Kaitlin H., Kingsville, MD
Talk.
Your voice
pauses,
stresses,
rises,
falls.
Intend your words
to fit together.
Write.
Guide marks,
be understood,
believe,
try;
possibilities.
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Honey. Sweetie. Darling.
by Jason S., Allendale, NJ
This selection can be found in Chicken Soup for the Teen Soul, the 7th in the Teen Ink
book series, all available in bookstores nationwide and online.
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Ode to Guitar
by Victoria M., Scotch Plains, NJ
enchantment takes the form of fingers
dancing to sweet melody,
grasping at strings
as notes
beckon to be heard
echoing through hollow wood
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Photo
by Amber A., Stafford, VA
In my closet there’s a photo
that shines like rubber,
and looks slick
like hair gel.
it’s buried under the dresser
making love with the dust,
and conforming,
to the floor.
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The Box of Many Colors
by Caitlin F., Towson, MD
I pull them out one by one -
Ruby red,
Peacock purple,
Gritty gray.
Crayons of every color.
Shades of blue,
Shining yellows.
Smudge across the pages.
In the lines,
Out of lines,
Scribbled,
Polka-dotted.
Shapes made in every color.
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The Middle Child
by Jodi L., Cincinnati, OH
No one ever remembers Gene Forrester.
If he weren’t a fictional character
on an all-too-familiar journey of
self discovery,
he might be upset.
(jealous of Holden Caulfield even)
I’d like to talk to him,
If he were real, that is.
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Titled
by Tanya N., Roswell, GA
i hate how all these girls
inject (un)requited love
into their delicate poetry
maybe if it were more cliche
maybe if you had perfect music taste
and black hair
and you sat behind me,
staring at my nape
and writing about an unidentified girl (me)
staining your ...
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Waking at the Wheel
by Sarah R., Fairfax Station, VA
After we had fallen into each other’s arms,
Matt apologized profusely for his careless comment
that had reminded me of my father’s illness
- I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
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Where Did You Go?
by Michelle F., Whittier, CA
I still see your ghost
Pallid
Passing through you
I miss your black eyes
Shining
When you would smile
Where did you go?
Bare but glowing, freckles and all
Kissed by the sunlight
But not anymore
All I see are bones
Please don’t implode
Where did you ...
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