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- Poetry > Ballad
I wondered if I could go touch the sky To see the clouds and stars for what they were I bounced upon the trampoline so high The world, the earth, moved past me in a blur So close, I felt, to all that was above Just one more bounce and I could know it all I flew as if I were a finch or dove ... - Poetry > Free VerseI met you once, but then you disappeared We met our flights, then went our separate ways One year, I lost you—just as I had feared Yet I was yours, at least for a few days You loved me once, I knew it somehow then You spoke as if I gave something to you I was a rock, a rare uncovered gem ...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceI stood in the wings on opening night listening, not for my cue, but for the audience. I waited to hear their laughter—to me no sound would be sweeter, no sound better indicating success. I stood in the wings on opening night wearing trousers, a checkered shirt, and a bolo tie. Tubes hooked from t...
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Guide > College Essays“Be humble for you are made of earth; be noble for you are made of stars.” Serbian Proverb Never have I seen something so grand, so expansive, or so infinite. A cloudless blue sky above and hot, yellow, dusty sand below. Dirt roads curved around the bend, hugging the hills as I stared out th... - Poetry > Free VerseBack then Wanted to believe, imagine that I could play on the clouds that the fairies were real that magic could happen. But on the plane, Dad whispered something about evaporated water, condensation, precipitation. I wrote letters to Santa Claus asking for his fingerprints, and couldn't e...
- Poetry > Free VerseWhat you see is what you get Does not apply here. In pictures New York is Broadway and Upper East Side, Flashing lights and hipsters in subways, But they leave out A lot. Graffiti like cries of help. Apartments, all the same, all stacked, circled, It’s no way to live, nobody feeling spec...
- Poetry > Free VerseI feel that I am one thousand stars away Searching for a place or idea that has vanished with the trees. I wonder where the real world hides. I wonder where all the rabbits are – And when I’ll find the numbers in the garbage. I wish to live by the sun, By my instinct, By my mother...
- Poetry > Free VerseI want to help, Wish I could help, But I watch, listen, and call. I watch you pour your drink into your glass, Watch you down it like a cup of water. I watch you inhale, hold, breathe out, Like you've done nothing wrong. I watch you, even help you, Try to escape the tug of war you...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt’s like the rarity of watching a car pull into its own driveway, Or of watching streetlights or store-lights turn on. Getting into a cold shower, waiting for it to turn warm. The sort of relief that comes from being hungry, So achingly, gnawingly hungry, And grimacing as you drive home, li...
- Poetry > Free VerseI will miss this skin, This smile, and these knees. I will miss the smell Of my mother, of the trees. I will miss the crackling furnace, The sounds in the night. I will miss these words, This long, tearful fight. I will miss the eggs, The cheese, the milk. I will miss running my fingers T...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt’s time; the guests are arriving one by one. First, I feel guilt, a perpetual fiend tugging at the hem of my uniform skirt. Pressure enters, quickly tying strings around my heart, pulling tight. Want appears in the corner of my eye, then folds my organs into origami. Surprise and despair ha...
- Poetry > Free VerseMelt butter, Whisk egg, Stir in mix. Egg and butter blend, so that you can’t even tell they were once separate. A mix, I tell myself, finally, something you can get right. Instructions, easy to follow. When it’s done, I pour it all into my greased 8 by 8 by 2 pan. It’s thick, I thi...
- Poetry > Free VerseAn original thought, Plucked out like a single Gray hair, on a head of Hundreds of thousands of Blonde ones. Extracted from the mind, With tweezers, pulling out A strand of beauty, made from What butterfly wings are made from! Delicate, rare, and shining This original thought Powers a n...
- Poetry > Free VerseWell Here I Am sitting Way up high now Cars all around me Speeding by, I don’t have A chance if I stop right now I’d rather not let you Down, but why am I Here? This seat, This is not the Type of thing I would Do. I thought I would try Life in the seat Of the driver, take Co...
- Poetry > Free VerseShe runs. She runs and runs and runs. Out the door, down the cobblestone path, and into the tall green grass that hasn’t been mowed since before everything fell apart. She runs and lets the grass tickle her thighs, lets her bare feet submit to the sharp, rocky dirt, lets her dr...
- Fiction > All FictionI live in a world without sounds. You wake up in the morning with a silent alarm clock. You brush your teeth without making a noise. The stairs do not creak as you descend, and you quietly glide across wooden floorboards. You run the water in the sink, you put your toast in the toaster, and you pour...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionDrip Drip Drip The ceiling leaks. It blisters and puckers as the water permeates through the plaster and paper. There are yellowed circles where the water sits and waits until the weight is too much to bear. Everything leaks, not just the ceiling. The sink in my bathroom, only steps away f...
- Poetry > Free VerseToo much, too fast. One second I’m up, the next I’m down. How did I get here? I laugh, and just can’t stop. I yell and scream, I’m having fun, aren’t I? You tell me not to, and I’ll do it anyways. I’m supposed to feel alive, aren’t I? I’m supposed to grow up, aren’t I? B...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceFor eleven years, I have attended an all girls school. It's all I've ever really known, and in three years, I'll head off to college and for the first time, be in class with boys. When we were younger, the single-sex education was a blessing. "No boys? Cool!" people ...
- Poetry > Free VerseI'm waiting for you over here in the corner, over here by the doorway, under the covers, front seat of the car. I'll drink you in like a thirsty child, like a river after rain, flower in the sunlight, student with a book. I'll love you more than your mother loved your f...
- Poetry > HaikuI'm tired of loving you, I'll just love myself. Love the person I can be. I can grow branches and leaves, I can build stories, I can pound like a hammer. I'll be drifting like a cloud. Big, dark thundercloud. I'll scare you, then disappear. I can easily ignore you...
- Poetry > Free VerseToo many people not to know, Too many places not to see, Maybe I’m being selfish, or jealous, But this competition – it’s killing me. It’s too hard to just be myself When I know there are billions of selves Out there Being themselves, Just like I’m trying to do. Is it that this ...
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