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I know a lady, a porcelain lady Who downs in ribbon and lace The finest silk of Persian-make Reflects her inner grace. From hazel hoops of beauty, To scarlet lips of rose, She wears her favorite colors In fashion where she goes. She paints a vivid picture, Sterling silver say the least.... - Poetry > All PoetryIf you were Apollo Then I would follow, You along the misty shore. We’d spread our roots Beneath the shallows, Until we reached the ocean floor. We’d dance and sing Within the grotto, A day befit of sailor’s lore. When getting lost Is but a motto, You needs an anchor to be...
- Poetry > Free VerseThere’s something simple about the sea. It listens when you talk to it, And sighs when you ought to listen. It speaks in gurgling pops, Of water filling rocks. And preaches of a land Of sand-scuttling crabs. It explains the acquired soul Of the great Herring Gull, And dances in the sa...
- Nonfiction > MemoirNervous hands, nervous feet, and one super nervous smile. I slowly make my way to your locker counting off the digits in my head as if they are mile markers on a highway. C-137…C-139…C-141…I hadn’t seen you all day except for the hallway shuffle where I clumsily slipped you a double-sealed p...
- Poetry > Free VerseHer eyes were not blue, nor brown, nor black. They were a multitude of colors – green, hazel, shining emeralds in the sky – a stroke of amber, a tinge of light blue – a sweep of gray and a touch of chestnut. This was her cloud-painted sky, and beneath it all, the source of all her beauty was t...
- Poetry > Free VerseIf eyes are windows to the soul, Then hers are those of sea glass, iridescent and true. If ears are meant to listen to man talk politics, Hers are tuned for the symphony. If a fine rain were to fall over a lazy sunrise, It would not be lighter than her laugh....
- Poetry > All PoetryWhen exhaustion builds and homework piles, And in-class essays expend the day, It’s coffee that gets me through the miles. As soothing as cold hard tile, It turns the world to black and gray, When exhaustion builds and homework piles. The sieve strained, the lips beguiled, No finer pric...
- Poetry > All PoetryCollin, Collin it will never please, To see you write on such trivialities, Of love, of love, oh how my heart pounds! Lighter than helium, will never come down. To be frank dear sir it is rather ill, To pursue a subject only little girls will. Don’t write of love, do it right, Don’t write...
- Poetry > All PoetryHands cracked, borrowed, blue grip the metal pole. Pneumatic hiss, doors are closed, inertia takes its toll. Long face, tired eyes silently cast around. Stuffed mitts, bloated coats, rattling track the only sound. Gradual nods and paper news folded at the crease, Stirring babe and business ...
- Poetry > Free VerseAs she sits on by, a glowing aura about her body, she stares, All space and time zipping by through a single pane of glass. She gazes upon this colorful atris where time folds, learning more than most. And with a keen sense of nature, she thinks. Oh, the mysteries behold! What wonders be...
- Poetry > Free VerseThey say there are windows on the water, Transparent portals to another world. The seagulls know it. They are standing on them. Awaiting the sunrise and the birth of a new day. The fishermen sense it. They cast their nets and Feel the pull of the line gone taut. The idle sailor c...
- Poetry > All PoetryI wear the mask that darkly hides All things dear and close inside It protects me from the specter’s stare, That gaping jaw the knowing mare My mask is my security. The mask is fine, it’s good you see It shields me from humilities, It grants me my impunities, My mask is my sovereignty....
- Poetry > SonnetWhen I look to thee I find not malice or grief, Nor dullest streak writ across thy face. No foul of night or cunning thief, Can steal thy fruit, thy holy grace. Oh shining Star, thou stand’st alone, Amidst the sea of a thousand churning souls Only the miser can value thy precious...
- Poetry > All PoetryFirst comes spring, the budding cousin, Ms. Aroma Then Sister Summer, sandy-haired and already peeling Uncle Autumn’s lying there on his hammock, swaying in the wind And Father Winter is huddling against the hearth, staring into the flame Each season brings about the birth of a new wor...
- Nonfiction > Memoir“I am the coolest guy in the world,” I had to keep reassuring myself as my grandmother drove me to the one place on earth where books meet nerds. “It should be fun” she said with a keen twinkle in her eye as if she knew exactly what was going to happen. I couldn’t tell whether I was anx...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceComing from a small Catholic school where the largest class was 28 students, my first day in Wall High School (average class size 300) was somewhat of a culture shock… …And there I was, diligently writing away my new teacher’s new rules when a screeching, jarring sound rippled through the a...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceI had absolutely no idea what was going on. There was chaos everywhere and I was at the center of it all. The crowd was totally nuts, screaming and swelling like a rogue wave right before it’s about to break. And from atop my little white block things didn’t look so good. The water was deep, dee...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureWhen I was young, my two older brothers Nick and Kyle always took me on the wildest adventures. We lived in the beautiful Pennsylvania plains so there was plenty to do. Summers were spent chasing foxes and making trails in the long grass. At night we would lie underneath the stars breathing in the w...
- Fiction > All FictionJust the other day I walked into class as the bell rang and my AP English teacher didn’t even glower at me. That was odd. So I sat down with my books and waited for class to begin, but it didn’t. Our teacher was frozen like a stone block statue in front of her desk. She just sighed and de-monocl...
- Fiction > Romance“So are you excited for Pep Week?” A brunette asked me jovially, hair bouncing behind her. She batted her lashes at me and I received a flipbook image of G-O J-U-N-. “What happened to the eors?” I asked wryly. “I beg your pardon?” “You know the I-O-R-S’s. They’re missing....
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI was sitting with my friends in the middle of fifth period lunch when something round and greasy hit TJ in the arm. “Eww, a butterball,” said TJ brushing the lumpy food particle aside. Hearing laughter, we turned around and saw it was none other than table nine – the notorious table nine w...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryStarring: TJ Fichter, Collin Hayes, and Jake Rotollo (Inspired by a True Story) Opening: Credits-slightly creepy/foreboding music INT. ATTIC - NIGHT COLLIN sits upstairs in a dark attic with a flashlight kneeling over a notebook. He studies it for several minutes. COLLIN (Snapping the...
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