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Rhodes (beach)A Story by Lunaa short memoir from my trip to Rhodes |
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The Boy in YouA Poem by Laura KateI wish I could just go back to the boy you were,around five years oldat that very moment you first learnedthat you could not be loved.I would pick you.. |
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growing PainsA Poem by Laura KateJust some thoughts |
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Numbers gameA Poem by Laura Kateshe was TWENTY EIGHTborn on the FIFTHELEVEN was lucky for hershe was the SECOND of THREEher childhood home was FOURTEEN0161 the area codeshe got all F.. |
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My last SpringA Story by thalialisten to my cry |
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EXPECTATIONSA Poem by EmmjosefThis poem is about some thoughts I have on an everyday basis, regarding my body, and mind |
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A NIGHT, A LOVELY DATE; A GENERATIONA Poem by kingblaqPretty boy, Bashful girl, Sweet sixteens. A flower, A note, A lovely date. A grey tuxedo, A black gown, Graduation night. Fruit punches, Slow .. |
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The Things They Don't Tell YouA Poem by Ally AnnRecently, I have been struck by this change |
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First FlightA Poem by by.alice.gwenShe emerges from the chrysalisexhilarated,glowing and gorgeous,her wings still soft and damp.She takes flight...... and doesn’t yet realizehow f.. |
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Building CastlesA Poem by TheJordBakerOn the gold sand we built ruins and made myths just for us. We saw them outlast the tides from our pillar up on the hills. We returned and built a.. |
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EducationA Story by Laura Kate"Mum, I have to tell you something, it's quite important".Alexis sat down trying to read her daughter's face which looked very serious all of a sudden.. |
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TomboyA Poem by Laura KateAnother one of me couldn't join the football team played with Dad at the park and in the garden wAnother one of mecouldn't join the football teampl.. |
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youthA Poem by lillianyouth is a thing with wingsalways evolving; blossoming.youth is a thing we hate to lovewe try things we don't even know the name of.but we seek things.. |
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Live FreeA Poem by Mariah McintyrePretending I'm somewhere else.Somewhere that the sky is always paintedWith pastel colors and puffy clouds.Where the birds always sing and the trees da.. |
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Children Of The Twentieth CenturyA Poem by breakthebrokenoneChildrenlaughing and holleringin the spring suntravelling on electric scooterswith fast food bags in handdressed in brand labelsto fit in with their p.. |
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Next StopA Story by progoverperfHe sat and watched as cars passed by. Boy racers in their modified hatchbacks doing upwards of 80mph were littered across the dual-carriageway. Acros.. |
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Shadow of the StormA Poem by FoxI'm sure you can figure out what the storm represents. The experiences of youth impact you more than you think. |
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