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Archive for March, 2015

Where I’m From

By Andrew W. I’m from cool, crisp air, Rainy days, And soft 100% cotton sweaters. I’m from bell chimes, The jubilant quacking of ducks as they drift down streams, And I’m from blue raspberry flavored Icees. I’m from the smell of Walmart, I’m from thunderstorms, And grass-stained socks. I’m from coyotes, I’m from jet lagged […]

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Balance Beam

By Isa P. Don’t cover up so much. No one likes a prude. No, that’s too revealing. You look like a hooker. Yes, study hard! Stupid girls are despicable. No, why are you so bookish? Get a social life! Smile more! It’s not nice to frown. No, how are you so shallow? Stop laughing at […]

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Where I’m From

By Jane S   I’m from the cherry trees in the park,  Frolicking underneath with my best friends While fairies grant us magic wands I’m from talking to my soon-to-be born brother Wondering how he will turn out, A criminal? A nerd? A bully? A sissy? I’m from peering behind my mom at dinner gatherings, […]

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Hairy Wolf, Voo-doo Beans, Lost Slipper, and Little Men

By Hannah J. There she stumbles, clad in red, Prancing down with a basket of bread. Wide-eyed, innocent, and gullible. Leering, comes a hairy wolf, Boy, she doesn’t have a clue, Just goes along as if right on queue.

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I Was Dying Slowly

By Rachel K. It was dark and placid Except for me, everyone was sleeping peacefully As like putting metal to a cup of acid I was dying slowly

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This is For…

By Juun E. This is for the stray dogs who’ve only tried surviving. This is for the nature who have been providing, while only the city keeps us spoiled. This is for the monkeys who have been starving, and the humans never keep smiling. This is for the humans who have cancer, why ow why […]

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Why I’m Late

By Jenny S. I bust open the classroom door after a whole morning of sleeping. Class has already started. The teacher looked at me with angry grey eyes. “Jenny Song, WHY ARE YOU LATE” Mrs Green screeched at me. I looked over to Mai-Ling. Come on Mai get me an excuse!! I thought to my […]

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A Poem I Made

        By Mukul R.

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