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7 Minute Poem #1

This poem was written in seven minutes and had a word bank that has to be used. It is not fully revised and is still very rough around the edges. Words from bank in italics.

Her throat was bruised from

Ever wavering fingers.

She bites her lips,

All she ever wanted was the

Soft kiss of a lover's lips.

Her eyes cut through

Darkness, searching for the

Blue door. She stands as

Her legs ache. Mud sinking between

Her cool toes.

Her belief that she could

Slip from the tough leather

Bindings was her only safe

Haven. Rocks cut into feet

Ruining her urge to flee.

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When books are better than friends…

Beat Poets- Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets

you remind me of you by Eirrann Corrigan

Into The Wild by Jon Krakauer

Because I Am Furniture by Thalia Chaltas

Friction by E. R. Frank

The Norton Reader- Linda Peterson, John Brereton, Joseph Bizup, Anne Fernald, Melissa Goldthwaite

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Vampires suck your blood to get Vitamin D because they can’t go out in the sun themselves. Ever think about that? No. Because you only think of yourself.

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English Teacher: "In your copy of The Norton Reader, read Scott Russell Sanders' essay Under the Influence on page sixty and answer questions one and two for Monday's class."

Me: *continues to read and annotate intire essay for no reason* "But we have basically answered question one while reading together in class..."

English Teacher: "Exactly, so it should be easy to have completed."

Class: *groans*

Me: "Okay!"

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“I hope all of your great and terrible wounds one day turn into soft memories.”

— Nikita Gill 

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Him.

his lips graze my own,

soft and careful.

with closed eyes,

all i see are fireworks

as his hands travel down my neck.

when i think of him,

butterflies' fluttering wings

burst to life in my hallow chest.

his lips,

his hands,

his smile.

each thought gives them life,

gives me life.

he makes light shine brighter.

he makes the sun hide away in jealousy.

he is my happiness.

he is,

my everything.

he.

is.

mine.

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Scott Russell Sanders' 'Under the Influence' is so heart wrenching. I love how Sanders pulls you into the essay. I wish I could write a braided essay like this...

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Naming as I Can by Claire Zoghb

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“It’s hard when you constantly feel so fucking unwanted.”

— (via adrenaline)

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I may never grow sick of the way you say my name

(via somewhatsomelikepoetry)

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Tasha Receno - The Sex Talk Life Gave Me