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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    It's like I can't even laugh. I want to, but I cannot. Because if I laugh with the wrong people, at the wrong time, its like the galaxy crashes down. In reality they don't want to see you happy. They want you to drown in their own misery, to tell them that your life is also be...
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    I have intense writer’s block. I’m just writing down random things that come to my head, hoping that the familiar scratching sound of pencil on paper will help generate the creative part of my brain again. When my little problem goes away, I will write about the tears on my sister’s face this ...
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    Chere 6- year old- self, Oh, honey. Don’t cry. I know you don’t know English. I know you see these girls whispering at you. I know you just moved to Virginia, cold, lonely Virginia, away from sunny California, where you left all your friends. I know your only language is French, and nobody spea...
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    My nails are bitten to the quick Passing seasons make me sick I workout once in ten blue moons I sleep on weekend afternoons Sometimes I skip brushing my hair Sometimes I back out on a dare When I wear shorts I look like mush Instead of clear skin, I always blush My clothes would make design...
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    You’ve broken the happy bubble The one where I was oblivious The one where I thought safe My secret, so hideous You’ve broken the happy bubble The one where he didn’t know Now that you told him I’ve got nowhere to go You’ve broken the happy bubble The one that shielded me Now...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    Once upon a time I saw my eyes as sparkling, amber colored windows that looked out on life with a happy perspective, their almond shape a symbol of the people I come from…until they told me they were a mark of shame, that I shouldn’t be proud of my race. Now, I try to hide them and my humbled se...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    My hand lay on the silver handle. The copper chest had a lot of rust, but I could still see the beautiful mermaid designs. I knew the second key was the right one because of the little seashell on it. Grinning victoriously, I put the key that I had finally obtained from my mother in the keyhole. Thi...
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    When I hear the songs about the Bluebirds flying about Over the rainbow In the great big sky A series of feelings Stream from my heart It’s my life story told In a lullaby Raised in shambles As I grew up My family broke down Walking past the mansions of my dreams With their prospe...
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    The gavel in my mind is pounding The moment of truth has arrived I must my declare my verdict No resolution will be easy My moral dilemma Is a complicated puzzle Love? Or culture? Which to choose, which to choose? Filiopietistic parents Siblings who put their future In God’s hands I...
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    You know I’m in love with you. I ask you, “Are you too?” Look me straight in the eyes, then look away. “Definitely not with you,” you say. I crushed, destroyed- but who cares, It was only my heart. After a rather desperate try, I saw we don’t see eye to eye. In front of me ...
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    I gaze upon the pictures The ones yellowed and frail I gaze upon the baby Its sorrow it would wail My album page is turned To a toddler girl of three With her shining blue eyes A smile full of glee As the clock ticks And the time passed Your frozen smile frowned You always looked hara...

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