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The Ballad of No One in Particular This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

Hanna H., Houston, TX By HannaHarris, Houston, TX

When I asked him,
my fingers still tasting like tobacco
As I bit them until they bled,
How bad are you?
He simply replied, “I don't know
My own phone number right now.”

He has bruises on his arms
in the shape of crescent moons and
Deep cuts on his face from where
The shaving cream didn't cover

He carries something you can't see
Like nails through his back up his spine
He sings Simon and Garfunkel as I
fall asleep
And it sounds like a “thank you” covered in
Red lipstick stains

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4 comment(s)
Wow. I don't know how you're able to string such a perfect sequence of words together, but you've really got this poetry thing down. This is really cool, and the last line is a real twist. Nice job.
Apr. 18, 2014 at 12:50 AM • Report
Beautiful, beautiful poem. The emotions are just so deep and pure that every word is just amazing... I love it. Your writing definitely deserves to be in the magazine, congrats! :)
Apr. 17, 2014 at 6:16 PM • Report
Alaska W.
Absolutely loved it! Please keep posting!
Apr. 17, 2014 at 4:40 PM • Report
Nice poem!
Mar. 03, 2014 at 6:50 PM • Report