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Teen Ink Magazine,
January 2008 :
Poetry Articles
Bedsprings
by John C., Troy, OH
When my feet strike the mattress
Springs crunch beneath
Launching me skyward
Bursting through shingles
Houses shrink beneath me
Roads, cities vanish
Below a blanket of white viscosity
Where floating is natural
Mother calls
“Charlie, no ...
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How I Get My Ideas
by Michelle S., Unionville, CT
sometimes you just have to wait twenty-eight seconds or rub Buddha’s belly in a circular motion, clockwise, and with your right thumb, or call voicemail you know will pick up to taunt yourself with the recorded voice because it is so fake it becomes real or read ...
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Little Compton
by Andres S., Providence, RI
a car whisks me
down the steep hill
ocean
looming closer
rock
jolts me up
down
to the mouse shack
in the grass
on the warped floorboards
listening
to each
blade of grass
cry welcome
talking to the uneven stone wall
filled ...
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Live Out Loud
by Anna B., Roanoke, VA
Change creates its own jingle in her pocket,
as high velocity traffic cruises by.
Excitement eats away at the tumor of indecision,
As testosterone teenagers turn for another look.
Two-tone hair flying in the breeze,
that wild look in her eye.
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Money
by Nicholas N., Bethesda, MD
A blooming and honeyed pride with an avaricious taste,
an unripe craving that wistfully drifts in somber minds.
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Ode to the Funeral
by Anna Z., Denver, CO
After so many deaths, each
one became less
murderous on his heart
than the last;
the sorrow expressed on the widow’s,
widower’s,
son’s, daughter’s, grandchild’s,
best friend’s face,
and the muted tediousness ...
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Squeezing My Life Into a 4 x 4 Cube
by Kayla S., Reno, NV
not inches,
feet.
Hinged top chest-high,
whirling with knots,
a glow imbues soft amber wood.
I’ve never used a drill before;
some screws go in angled, some not at all.
But I laugh.
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Sunk
by Patrycja H., Evanstown, IL
esoteric and incoherent;
within these discovery streets,
where beats
s
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n
k as the sinister sky of
some resilient night
s
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k
s too,
there’s the feeling that
before dew rises
we will unearth significance.
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The Birthday Candle
by Bethany C., Wilmington, MA
The clock ticks as the flame burns,
melting down that column of wax -
a friendly cylinder
that plunges colored drips to their death,
corrupting the placid smoothness of a frosted cake.
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The Diary of a Prehistoric Cavewoman
by Victoria E., Floral Park, NY
i love
where it hurts - i am
primitive,
captivated by the songs of a sun:
its dying rays mingling breaths
with the sky,
(attempting on last feeble touch -
amorphous,
before
consigning to death)
fading and dropping and draping ...
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The Jesus Christ Law
by Alyx C., Madison, AL
Momma’s lies strut
click-click-click
like black high-heel shoes.
And you can tell
she’s made up her mind
once and for all.
Superman style.
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The Listener
by Laura S., Park City, UT
She steps off the bus and joins her friends, outside the school
“I saw the cutest cat yesterday,” says one
“My brother is so annoying,” says another
“I’m so hungry,” the next starts
She sighs; it’s just like ...
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Truck Driver
by Farah M., Congers, NY
Past fickle fields
of cursing kids
he roamed,
yearning
to unearth some nest;
every sign
was distorted
and rebuffed
his sagging eyes.
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Winter
by Diandre P., Point Pleasant, NJ
My dog killed a bird
and ate it.
I saw the blood
and the fur
in the snow.
The next day I found my dog
frozen in my pool;
her face trapped above the ice.
Mother said there is nothing we can do
but wait ’til spring
when the ice melts.
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You
by Riley B., La Jolla, CA
you’re the finger down my throat
the taste behind my teeth
you’re my sunken eyes
and pale skin
you’re the cuts on my knuckles
my throbbing head you’re the binge
the gag
you’re the feeling when it’s done
the ...
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