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Original Poetry 

Original Poetry 

Original Poetry 

Short Stories

Poetry

"A poem is this: a nuance of sound delicately operating upon a cataract of sense ... the particulars of a song waking upon a bed of sound."

- William Carlos Williams

Perfect

Cali Kohlman

my favorite necklace 

has rusted beyond gold 

my favorite shoes  

are well past worn  

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Chris Casab

When, in times of sorrow, I stand and weep 

About the one who lives within my mind,  

And this, my love, causes my lack of sleep,  

I recall the time when she was so kind,

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Michael Mahler

Like a deer in the headlights, I stood there frozen, 
She was still, yet I could see her panic, 
Just a second ago so happy for the help I had given, 
Now so dreary, I thought I was manic, 

Winter Fireplace

Teagan Ketterman

O’ Warmth 

Hearth of fire 

Its embers grow and die 

New Year, New Me

Anonymous

I don’t believe in love at first sight, 

But I no longer think that love will bite. 

You’ll hear the term “New Year, New Me.” 

But based off discovery, that can’t be. 

Perfectly Alone

Anonymous

I've recently realized my life,

It's one I cannot change.

I've recently realized that I'm alone,

And with that I'm filled with rage.

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