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Stillwater
Let the water inside you flow. Water that is still breeds insects that are not.
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Fragments
I’ve left so many fragments of myself Behind in the places I love That now I don’t have enough left To be in the place that I’m in
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Glasses
I have terrible vision. I’ve always had terrible vision. When I was 7, my mother took me to the optometrist and showed me reading charts plastered with E’s. “Read it,”…
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Attention Economy
In 1997, theoretical physicist Michael Goldhaber warned that the world was shifting away from a material economy and more towards an attention based economy– one focused on attracting and maintaining…
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Joy in the Dark
Winter mist rippled through the grass, Sending sweet chills down your back. Beneath all the layers of snow, There's much to uncover.
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shattered remains
i have spent my life under a rock not knowing what it means to live i’ve spent my life in solitude waiting for the moment when i wake up and…
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A Broken Wishing Well
never ending expectations are dropped like coins splattered into a fountain they fall and make a splash piercing the water abruptly until it’s smooth silky surface is forced into a…
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Anxiety
I don’t know how, But I am certain. Something lurks behind the curtain. Through the windows, Its eyes peer. I can sense it growing near.
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Self-Reproach
The wind came for me; shook my soul Whistling, rageful, forceful. I stood still and welcomed it. Danced with it in unison. Felt its wrath while wilted leaves fell at…
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I Attempt to Explain
I’m running through my shortening list of excuses, trying to reason my way out of the gaping hole somewhere inside the unmapped chambers of my heart. With your biology pragmatism,…
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Depression
These photos are about depression and how prevalent it is among teens in our society.
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the perfection
My inspiration was perfectionism and how it could be a bad attribute to have. I have my fair share of perfectionistic tendencies that fester into anxiety. I wrote this piece…
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Tape
When I have anxiety I put tape on my fingers and nose to get a sensation that grounds me. This is depicted through the orange on my fingers and nose.…
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How to Build a Mannequin
I was inspired by the Asian culture while writing this poem. Growing up, being compared to children I’ve never even met is a common occurrence. It’s an internal competition between…
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Junior Year
I came up with the idea for this piece the day my April SAT scores come out. I had taken the SAT in March, then studied and prepped from those…
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Bittersweet
By Will Lieber, 18, Illinois This is the first poem I have attempted to write on my own outside of school. I never took much of an interest in poetry…
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Home Within
We look at others Not with a gaze but an analytical eye Focusing on the curvatures of the body The glow of the skin The sheen of the hair The…
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Branded
From birth we were branded and now we are left lost and stranded Our insecurities and fear fall off our lips and are heard by those around us A story…
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Falling
My mind wandered freely and my feet followed I didn’t focus on where to go because I simply didn’t know I was just looking for something new The path emerged…
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Railway for the Lost
the train continues on restless for a home creaking through railways steering through winding and unyielding lines of uncharted territory the train stops for a brief moment departing from its…
