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Female, she/her, teen. I like One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Animal Farm, Brave New World, 1984, and Girl in Pieces. Please give me feedback, I love constructive criticism, I’ll try to write some stories but I like poetry (it’s easier lol)

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Poem That I Wrote At 1am

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It’s one in the morning and I just can’t sleep,

Each and every night I begin to weep,

Hours later my alarm goes beep beep beep,

Another new day, and my sorrow is deep,

It cuts to the bone, deeper than deep,

That’s why it’s two a.m. and I just can’t sleep,

That’s why each and every night I weep,

Crying myself to sleep...

Poetry

(Still) Acne’d, Young, And Dumb

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Gathered ‘round,

Beneath one tree,

We sit in our little group,

We aren’t silent and we make a lot of sound,

As you can see,

And we each drink our macaroni soup.

Upon a jungle of coloured plastic,

We run and jump and play,

Our bodies are like elastic;

We chatter and yell, “hey!”

In this dramatic, cool-sounding poem,

I’ll write about one middle-school’d lunch,

I’ll tell you, those days were fun.

W...

Poetry

Stupidly Suddenly Caring

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Well, I would’ve talked,

But the words seemed locked

In my vocal chords by an invisible chain,

In this town there is no lover’s lane.

I made a total fool of myself, didn’t I?

My face was hot, I was tomato-coloured, wasn’t I?

This is so stupid, why do I care?

Why do I stupidly suddenly CARE?

Nothing changed, I just opened my eyes,

Suddenly sure those rumours are lies,

Maybe love is blind because ...

Poetry

Population Of 900

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My small town home,

With dirt bikes racing along the road,

Less than five streets, one highway passing through,

No parking meters, the stop signs are new.

The mountains surround our little land.

Home-made hot tubs out of old metal and fire,

BB guns shoot Pilsner cans, we climb over barbed wire,

Under the bridge, behind the church, dumpsters and playgrounds,

Riding our bikes around like clowns.

Po...

Poetry

The Punkest Girl I Knew In School

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The punkest girl I knew in school,

Yeah, she sure thought that she was cool.

It doesn’t matter too much anymore,

But the effects are too strong to ignore.

She was five foot one,

I thought her life was fun,

But I was just a nerd,

This is so absurd!

One night in mid-October,

We weren’t exactly sober,

We were high as hell,

Dressed as pirates and groupies, well!

‘‘Twas Halloween night,

High as a ki...

Poetry

Distorted Reality

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Surely they all hate me?

Paranoia’s changing my sight,

I can’t clearly see,

I’m stuck in fight or flight.

Either I’m the best or I’m the worst,

Either I’m so smart or I can’t think,

I think I’m probably maybe cursed-

Did that guy just wink?

My reality’s distorted,

But that’s really okay!

My life has become contorted,

Now, delusions please go away!

Maybe this is just a vent,

But I’m kind of scar...

Poetry

Who Are We When No One is Watching?

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Who are we when no one is watching?

We listen to reply;

Are you kind to others?

Do you even care?

Or, when their gaze is averted, do you cry?

Talk to your mothers?

Do you selflessly share?

Who are we when no one is watching?

Alone, are you sly?

Are you loyal to your brothers?

Even without the eyes, watching, of which you must beware?

Or do you sigh,

In fatigue of the others?

Does anyone ever ...

Poetry

The Ode

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Here is an ode

To these dear small objects.

Oh how you lighten my load!

I love your dear, white, round concepts.

To that dear tiny, pale oval,

Split in half with a thin line,

But let me make you a proposal:

You let me keep my sanity ‘cause it’s MINE!

To that dear little shape!

You are my favourite best friend,

You give me some escape,

And I will loathe you to the very end.

To that dear monster...

Poetry

The Edge

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The wind blows in my hair. I’m standing on the edge again.

Physically, it is only a thumbtack; a few small, white ovals rattling around in a bottle; a pair of scissors; a couple days absent from school; one or two days of nothing but the endless shows on TV, the endless scrolling on my phone, the ignored texts which I both send and receive.

Or, in the words of a writer:

It is like I’m drowning...

I Can’t Find Any Rhymes

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At first it’s just a thought, but it quickly becomes obsessive. It’s always so many thoughts.

I could recall every mannerism and speech pattern with ease- ask me.

I could write poem after poem but I can’t find anything that rhymes with his name.

I sit observing, because I’m too scared to talk. It isn’t that I’m too scared to talk, but what to say?

Math, Social Studies, P.E., each class we ha...