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TeenInk How would you rearrange this old cliche? "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" http://t.co/xTNZxcKYxK

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TeenInk "Thinking is the best way to travel." - The Moody Blues http://t.co/5jzE5kVJyB

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  • Nonfiction > Sports
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    Maybe this is silly but I was just thinking that I have the best hobby of all. It’s nothing like art, football, or dancing. It’s nothing as special as poetry politics or reading. My hobby is simply, thinking. Thinking is special because with it, you can do anything you want. You can use it for ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Teddy Roosevelt once said, “Comparison is the thief of joy.” It is fascinating how even back then someone could understand something that so greatly impacts our lives today. Everyday girls are thinking to themselves, “Am I as pretty as her?” All the time guys are wondering, “Why does she ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Scared of what others will think of you Scared of what they might do. On your bed at night you lay with none of the “cool” kids will you play. you might be judged your faith might be nudged But you won’t give in you know you can win, if you just try a little bit longer. ...
  • Poetry > Limerick
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    I hate the way they mess around with my head I’m sick of it, so today I'll pull out my hope chest instead. This treasure box is the one that holds my past, I close it and lock it, that’s how I make it last. I open it up, and on the floor it’s contents I spread. I am surrounded b...
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    I do what I do for a reason, when I create art I am filled with a feeling that is unattainable anywhere else. It warms me to know that I am in charge of this picture, and I can change it to be any way I want. When I create, I am filled with a feeling of control. I can travel wherever I want, I can b...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The scratching of pencil on paper The darks marks of lead left behind The beautiful image now there floating. Creativity sprouting like a flower wallowing in an apartment windowsill. Memories that travel back from the future, and a girl with headphones blasting in her ears. ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I hope all I am to you isn't a memory, because we've had so much fun our love just begun don't let me be a flame from your past. we've had so much fun over the year We shared a laugh even a tear don't let them be faded memories my dear. I hope that I am more tha...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Knocking on the echoing head. It’s evil. That’s all that can really be said. Laying with my eyes open in bed. Through my whole body the fear has spread. Knowing all the while I might wake up dead. Into this fantastical nightmare I have been lead. A body hand sewn thread by thread Lips ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    She was a long term nerd driving ‘round this lonely world she wondered what shes doing here. He was a short term jock the love of many girls he’d block he’d play ‘em like poker. So different yet so perfect. So impossible but key. No one knows their story, expect for you and m...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    There once was a girl with long brown hair and around and around it would twirl she would dance around like she didn't care. She danced down the road she stepped on a toad. She was so full of remorse she ran into a horse. The girl began to cry, and it was only then she sat o...
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    Child oh child in your ballet shoes, dancing and prancing til midday or noon. You dance the dance of innocence the one that I’ve forgotten since. Please teach me the twirls and the whirls of your sway, then with the good kids I can play everyday. Leap with me, and I'll leap ...
  • Poetry > Limerick
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    A helpless little shove so full of a mothers love so innocent and real it’s a baby kick I feel! it comes from paradise above That wonderful little hump that treasured baby bump a tiny tired quiver a dependent little shiver a foot that pushes up to make a lump A magic kind of g...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Scared of what others will think of you Scared of what they might do. On your bed at night you lay with none of the ‘cool’ kids will you play. you might be judged your faith might be nudged But you won’t give in you know you can win, if you just try a little bit longer. ...
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    I was just a little seed where my story begins. The couple took me home and planted me. They watched me live, so I grew and watched the couple live too. They always came home holding hands, and the man always left with a kiss. ...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    He’s out, he’ll be gone and pass out on some lawn I know cuz it’s something I can just count on. He’ll be wasted, just like my time I know cuz I’ll smell it on his clothes in the morning. He’ll hook up with some white trash chick, I know cuz I saw her number on a na...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    When I eat rice I pretend I'm in Japan When I drink tea I pretend I'm in England When I eat curry I pretend I'm in India When I eat cheese from a bottle I know I'm in America...
  • Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
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    “Come on guys, keep up with the program!” my dad yelled to me and my seven siblings as we staggered behind him on the busiest street of Santiago. We were searching for a place to eat before we returned to the tiny stone house with a roof made of straw, which we had been drawn to call “home” ...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Imagination, an old piece of wood is now Satan's walking stick....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Depression and sorrow are far, they drove away in my car. With them traveled anger and pain, crying as they ran away in the pouring rain. On the northbound train travel fear and abuse, they hitched a ride on the caboose. The back to back flights are booked with anxieties, and sob stories....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Once upon a time I hated you, you told me it could never be true. I said you've hurt me too deep to be healed, you said my inner feelings would weald. Now I have a message that you must hear: I’m not your ghost anymore, even if I’m the toy you love the most. I don’t love you. ...
  • Hot Topics > Letters to the Editor
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    I would like to thank you for changing my life in a tremendous way. A couple months ago I discovered the Teen Ink website by chance, and now I can't imagine life without it. Before it, I would scribble down random writing, always figuring they wouldn't amount to much. Now that I have found Teen Ink,...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    If I were an apple I wouldn't be able to write this poem because I would be an apple. But then again if I were an orange it would be the same scenario. Indeed life is the key to poetry and poems can not be written by food. Yet poetry is the food of love? You have never truly ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I have been described as awful, fulfilling, beautiful, putrid, depressed, unfortunate. people tell me “you’re just different”. It doesn't affect me at all. I have been classified as,”One of those”. Yet still I stand firm on my feet, never letting anything knock me down....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Hiding is my identity the shadows are my friends quiet is my haunting spirit. My soul was scorched by the fire that still burns in my mind. I have been pushed away from love and hidden behind lies. Nightfall is when I can hide, yet by day in bitterness I reside. My heart is like a wilti...
  • Hot Topics > Letters to the Editor
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    You double check your work to make sure everything is right. You cross your fingers and hit submit. You wait for days hoping, dreaming, and praying. Yet every time nothing happens. You start to tear up You thought this one was going to make it. You kick the wall in frustration. You think that...

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