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Teen Ink Magazine, January 2006: Poetry
A Light on in the Kitchen
by Krista D., Pembroke, NH
I slipped from the bed
With my hair in my eyes
But in the dark
It really doesn’t matter
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Welcome to Me
by Julie R., Peoria, AZ
Welcome to my dream
Walk inside of me
Take a picture of
All the light left after love
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Legos
by Adam K., Kailua, HI
Red blue yellow
colors of the rainbow
in geometric shapes
merging into perfect structures
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Take a Vacation
by Krysia L., W. Cornwall, CT
Take a vacation on your computer screen
everything is neon green
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Spoons
by Christopher M., Abbotsford, Canada, BC
Mine slumber between meals
in cozy, caricatured outlines;
no decency, not like wooden ones
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Greed
by Jane W., Makanda, IL
Greed is a precarious pier
Over stormy loch and
Painful drop,
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My Sacred
by Zoe L., Wayland, MA
I swept a butterfly net through the jungles
of my soul, and pinned up what I found there,
the colors from the canopies and brush, a collage of all things holy.
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Young Vanity
by Caitlin H., Concord, NH
I remember those days
Of young vanity,
Waiting in front of the mirror
And your cool hands,
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My White Bishop
by Michael D., Nampa, ID
on a wooden field, with wooden men
a wooden war raged on
a little wooden test of wits
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Brooklyn
by Rebecca P., New City, NY
Driving through
the old neighborhood
Crisp autumn leaves
litter the cracked sidewalks
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To Be a Square
by Chelsea R., Cohasset, MA
equal sides, right angles, four-sided
squaresquaresquaresquare squaresquaresquaresquare
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Her Papa’s Hands
by Christy A., Portland, ME
A hand reaches up,
Grasping palm to palm.
The child’s soft skin
Brushing into dry and caked flesh.
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Prodigy Child
by Kathryn M., Haymarket, VA
green shoes
underneath the desk remain still,
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Smile for the Camera, Sweetie
by Ashlee M., Towson, MD
and all I ever do is smile fake for you.
so you’ll have this picture,
glued down.
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There is a light on in my room
by Elizabeth W., Northfield, IL
there is a light on in my room.
it is how I can see through
the den
(midnight obscurity),
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Morning Time
by Justin S., Newton, NJ
My feet pointed westward
As I rose
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Cold
by Kai C., Juneau, AK
The cold is sliding over me
Raising my skin in uneven bumps
Sliding its hand down my back
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Eye Candy
by Stephanie X., Seekonk, MA
There he is:
Book in hand, hair in face tousled perfectly
Reading a controversial book on philosophy
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Tomorrow’s Muse
by Ariel K., Doylestown, PA
Inferior fingers grip the pen.
She attempts to squeeze out words from clotted ink.
Still, there is nothing.
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