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It was on the morning of the second day of school that he saw it. He sat in the way back of the bus, as usual. It was a new bus this year; it smelled clean and sharp and its windows didn’t yet rattle and the seats weren’t torn or graffitied. Except for this one, the back of the seat in front of ... - Fiction > Realistic FictionJon Malone “I’ll be up up and away, up up and away…” I grudgingly open my eyes – which is kinda hard since my face is smushed into the pillow. “Blehh.” I kicked the covers off during the night; I step over the pile of blue to turn up my radio. “Cause they gon’ judge me anywa...
- Poetry > All Poetry“Carefree McGee,” that’s what they’d call me. I lived fast and good – wouldn’t take it any other way. Till I met her - Chicago rose - And saw that maybe slow could be okay, who knows? But you live slow and things catch up with you. Like bullets. I’m gonna miss my Chicago ...
- Poetry > All PoetryI think I was doomed from birth. When the nurse couldn’t pick me out from that night’s batch and my mother first cooed, “It’s a girl!” Doomed to insignificance, Destined to hover at the edges of others’ lives A name, a cardboard cutout I don’t think I even left footprints in the s...
- Poetry > All PoetryDeath was beautiful to me – Until it came too close. So much for black roses and passionate, dark music – When it came down to it, I wanted sunshine and smiles. My quest for beauty only left me with bare bones and a bleached soul. Sunshine and smiles… When I needed them most The black...
- Poetry > Free VerseEveryone always says they want to be surrounded by people when they die. Me, it felt like an audience of vultures, all syrupy smiles and sticky clawed hands, drawled whispers they think I’m too far gone to hear: “When’s the old hag gonna kick it?” I only wanted their love. They’d gi...
- Poetry > All PoetryWhen I ask for nothing, I get the sole of your shoe, the crease in your slacks, the curl in your hair and the red in your ears Given willingly and carelessly Like a child throwing grass to the wind (and the wind so blessedly thankful to hold it, for just a moment) But! Should I have the...
- Poetry > Free VerseI think I know why people rest on Sundays. Not for pleasure, or mimicry – But for fear of a world in which the Almighty sleeps....
- Poetry > Free VerseSometimes the field turns cold And the night falls dark But I don’t want to go home I don’t want to see warmth I don’t want to go I’d rather just stay with my friends all alone To do nothing and nothing And make the world hate us for Being nothing and nothing and wastes of spac...
- Poetry > Free VerseThis needs to stop. I knew you when you ate glue – and you, you threw rocks – and you, you pulled my braids – And now, you’re matching ties to flowers – and you, you’re working three jobs – and you, you got a concussion last night, protecting the questionable pride of our sch...
- Poetry > Free VerseWhy don’t I stay still for once – and by “I” I mean my mind, buzz-stuttering, my legs, stutter-jumping, my heart, jump-starting – Why don’t I stay still for once and rest my eyelids on your shamefully chewed fingernails. Why don’t you sing for once – and by “sing...
- Poetry > Free VerseTen on a bed clearly made for such nights When the pizza never ends and the zombies keep on coming And those with steady thumbs make blood droplets dance on screen while those with big voices whoop in envious appreciation Ten fingers on hands clearly made for such times When the knots in my ...
- Poetry > All PoetryWe stood on the deck and shook our fists at the sky Jumped up on the boats – the parents never questioned why Why we had to greet the storm, Throw ourselves into it – Why we had to have one moment to feel infinite. We screamed at the waves and yelled for more Dove into the fray –...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt's a gray day. Won't you sit down with me and have a cup of something hot? I'd tell you to hold your tongue if you didn't have such a good grip on it already. No, that's not my heart rumbling in hunger for you No, that's just the thunder. Won't you sit with me and tell me tales of things...
- Poetry > Free VerseLittle pear blossoms Rejoice to greet the day Delicate and fragrant, Just loud enough to say: “Open your window, beauty! Toss off your sneakers, too! For the world revolves today Around you, sweet, around you.” Flaming firework flowers Jostle in the fray Blooming and bold and curio...
- Poetry > All PoetryYou’re the apple in the tree And the snake at my feet, The warmth in my ribs And my exile bittersweet You’re the angel on my shoulder My blessing in disguise My strong and distant wise man With a teenager’s bright blue eyes You’re every straw my camel can’t bear And everything...
- Poetry > Free VerseOnly in love could I cry three times a day and still go to bed smiling Only in love could you curse me out repeatedly and still my heart is shining Only in love could saying “I love you” make me fear that you don’t And only in love could miracles happen, even when I swear the...
- Poetry > BalladDeep in the bright one November night Shackled by fears on the edge of sight A brave rider came just to hold her tight He shone in the darkness, This daring White Knight. But he possessed, too, cruel memories, dark blue Held back, head high, the whole long day through Never quite healed ...
- Poetry > All PoetryWhich one today, Which one today? Which one to keep The questions away? This one smiles With nothing to say. This one giggles With fears far away. Which one today, Which one today? This one glitters, Sunshine of the world. This one shimmers, Flirts and twirls. Manufactured to b...
- Poetry > All PoetryTell me about the Jellicoe Road Where poppies bloom and children grow Where secrets dwell and everyone knows Where our mothers fell in love With angels in cars crash-landed from above Where young blood is shed for a few bike trails And mixes with poppies and dead parents’ tales ...
- Poetry > All PoetryYou fit next to me Like orange beside blue It works, and it’s striking But only in certain shades. When God’s not to our liking We clash, we twist, we fade. Koalas and polar bears Would never naturally meet. How could they ever share One love, bitter or sweet? It would take a mir...
- Poetry > All PoetryShould the smoke begin to wind me And the flames begin to choke me, Should the slightest breeze loosen hundreds of baby petals, hissing by to scorch my skin, Should the sunlight pass me by In favor of a finer bloom, Should tears spring from my pores Just because my heart is full, Sh...
- Poetry > Free Verseand he says maybe it’s a good thing, A good thing that I can’t hear the trees anymore so maybe I can hear him better. But I wanted both, the hieroglyphs in the sky and the first dance in the dust. The trees spoke of him, years ago. Now he speaks of better-off and he smells like wood g...
- Poetry > All PoetryWith eyes gazing crookedly But angled perfectly to see within We call her disadvantaged – Then why does she smile? With tongue swollen helplessly Past angel raindrop lips We call her sick – Then why does she smile? With head rolling heavily Under burdens no child should bear We cal...
- Poetry > All PoetryThere’s an Angel knocking on my door But I’m not sure what he’s looking for To lead me to Heaven or drag me to He** Or to remind me of those secrets I won’t ever tell The embers burning in me I know he can see Tell me what to feel, Azrail! Tell me what to do. Tell me if I should ...
