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  The Sleeping Beauty

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  When my mind tells me To stay high and dry, I will Just as the sea is never safe, But the mountains are steady and calm. If friendship is dangerous (it is) Then maybe I’ll just stay Inside my house all day And watch the clouds float by. But when I open the door— I feel the breeze, t...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Staring into a Broken Window

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  You know, there is a Certain joy in breaking things. But not a friendship....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Breath of the Devil

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  It saddens and maddens me—that dreadful shrieking! That perilously purposeful and clamorous wreaking! It gives breath to those who have in their hearts despair only; Yet it is evil to those who love, to the quaking lonely! We watch and we wait with ghastly hearts beating; The beatings will so...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Climber

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  Rhyming Is a little like climbing One misstep and you Fall into a page of ecru (or be you a climber, You may wish you were a flyer) Higher, higher With a burning desire You rhyme and conspire To fill the page with fire It burns greatly But you remain stately As you face your foes, Relea...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Missed Opportunity

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  You’re sitting there. She sits next to you, with slight brown hair and only a sliver of emotion on her face. You’ve never seen her before. But then again, you’ve never seen half these people before. They’re all confusion under the brilliant strobe lights and music that must afflict schizophr...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Toonland

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  Did you ever wish Things were cartoon-bright So that everything, Was either black or white? Like in cartoons, we’d roll in barrels Down a sloping hill Never hurting, never crashing, Guiding it with our will We could let our hearts Burst out of our chests Beating with mad strides; O...
• Opinion > Current Events / Politics
  The Pebble Mine

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  Right now, it is mid-December and has been raining all day. Yes, rain—not snow, but that liquid that you drink. No White Christmas, just tropical weather that belongs in Costa Rica, not New England. This is just one of the millions of environmental disasters—“a spiral of defeat”—as Al G...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Why I Talk

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  I know why I talk It’s because I have nothing To say anymore...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  My Name Isn't Albert

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  There’s a rumor that every time she dumps a guy, she gives them a stick of gum. She tells them “sorry. Hope this brightens your day.” Always with those words. Nobody knows her name. They call her Shell, the emos do, like she’s a shell at the seashore you could sell as a souvenir. Most kid...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Meaning of Danger

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  you can cut short the thorns and harbor the leaves; for they may blind whomever they please you can rip off the icicles and melt them with salt; for many a car crash would be saved from their fault I could cut all the trees and bind the wolf's jaw after all, they are dangerous c...
• Hot Topics > All Hot Topics
  John Lennon

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  I just found out that on the 30th marking of the day John Lennon was shot and killed, I did not know. I also wrote, on that day, “the Beatles are GENUISES. I am afraid there is no other word for it.” The next paragraph was two words: zits suck. How could I not have known that nearly on that e...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Snowflakes

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  Whirl and ghirl Glitter away Crosshatch the sky Whirl and ghirl! Fly, down fly, Carried on the breeze Die, oh die! Sink into soft earth Into crevice unknown Die on the needles of the tree Probing into you Die on the child’s bare tongue Melting you Whirl and ghirl Out of the sky ...
• Hot Topics > Environment
  Everything I Needed to Know I Learned on Facebook

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  I learned something invaluable on Facebook. I’d just gotten my account, and noticed they offered “new invites tab”. I remembered the place I used for internet invites (Evite) and I kept thinking, Facebook is already great as a place to talk. But invitations? Please, just stick with what you...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  I Saw a Shadow Pass

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  I saw a shadow pass Beneath the dark green shade I saw a shadow pass He did not stir a blade The shadow, he looked past The green shade of the tree And saw me Lingered he, far too long Watching, just watching My movements, so oblong Compared to his smooth walking I bowed as he flowed...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Music, All In A Day's Work

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  The melody is enchanting Music is siphoned from the bows The reeds The strings The air It vibrates there in deep forte Fades to pianissimo A high piccolo, squeaking out its song Followed by the dark river of the bass The moan of the cellos The taut bowings of the violins Rushed air from ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Talented Actress

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  She was talented, alright We cherished her possibilities and pronunciation Behind her feathered, glittery mask Did she sing She sang as birds would She pranced around the stage Her velvet red dress swishing high Above one knee on one leg— And trailing the floor next to the other She led u...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  My Words

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  The pencil feels foreign in my hand The white of the paper would blind me If the soot words didn't bleed through I know what they mean when they say "True beauty is within" Cuz it is, oh yeah Within the glossed-up pages of USA Today It's inside the model's light gol...
• Hot Topics > What Matters
  There Was a Time

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  There was a time. There was a time when this country was great. Miracles stood in place as the pillars of this society, now but a whisper of the old lands, a reminder of this place that we killed for and were killed for and are now killing. Oh, this country! There was a time when this country ...
• Fiction > Romance
  Just for the Record

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  Just for the record, I hate American Eagle. Hate the advertising, the clothes, the models—sexy but just clothed enough to stay legal on their long white canvases perched on the white walls. Oh—and I’m a guy. I don’t think they’re sexy, just know they are, judging by what Clarisse used to s...
• Fiction > Romance
  Etheral

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  She’s not looking right now. But she never looks. She’s always asleep, resting on that ugly plaid pillow that looks like someone has spilled lemonade on. You watch her. You want her. But she never answers your questions, she doesn’t like your gifts or the time spent with you. You always, al...
• Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
  Shadow's Secrets Part 1

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  Prologue “The court will now be called to order,” the command rang out clear and sharp. “Accuser, please rise.” Ms. Brown, the Museum of Gem’s lawyer, presented her case in a neat gray suit and a loud voice. “These four children,” she proclaimed “were found in the Museum of Gems a...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Like a g6

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  “Like a g6, like a g6, like a g6 n-n-n-n-n-now I’m feeling so fly like a g6” I’m in my room and sitting at my desk and listening to Far East Movement repeat their chorus half a million times with the same semi-funky background tune grinding grooves into my brain. Ha ha. Maybe I should write...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  One Summer Day

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  One summer day I was walking in the vale When I saw a shadow obscured by my veil And I rushed to meet it And from my sight I could see it My veil now lifted from upon my face; And I ran towards him, he ran to me And lifted the veil upon my face I spoke at last, though deep in awe Of what cou...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Hands of Death

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  Bravely through the billowy hollow Swept the raven, frothed the sea Though noticed such a vaguely murmur They noticed it, they noticed thee Eagle swept through the murmur Such a bird never seen before Shadowing those beneath thee weary Fly out if you would fly more Eagle, thou eagle, bra...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Clear Reality

  

  By BeatleMania16, Newton, MA

  “It’s just going to be like that,” the photographer tells me. “The wind-blown look.” My hair is flying every which way, on top of the hill next to school. I sigh, and arrange myself for the catastrophe-waiting-to-happen: school pictures. I smile my best, brightest, smile, and the camer...