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I Made Up a Word: Athena G.

By Madeline On February 25, 2014 · 1 Comment
I made up a word that is far beyond crazy.
It dies up on sand and land.
Who knows what this word could be?
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When Despair Conquers: Aaron A.

By Madeline On February 22, 2014 · Add Comment
When despair conquers
The heart is a caged dove
The key to free it
Is the embrace of love
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Auditions: Dara

By Madeline On February 21, 2014 · Add Comment
Auditions
COLLEGE auditions.
Months and months of work
And here I am, just a Subway ride
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Gonna Make Money: Charlie

By Madeline On February 20, 2014 · Add Comment
gonna make money
i write this with my left hand
thank you with the right
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So Much of What I Learned is False: Joseph P

By Madeline On February 17, 2014 · 1 Comment
So much of what I learned is false
Life is easy
People are kind
The future is bright
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Nights of Promise: Mark S.

By Madeline On February 14, 2014 · Add Comment
Nights of promise
Days through the
craze
of jungle tangle and web
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You Smell NY in the Air: Alt

By Madeline On February 13, 2014 · Add Comment
A cool sunny day.
It always seems to surprise
me. Snow fades away
as the snow continues to fall.
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People Give Me a Seat: Xiomara

By Madeline On February 11, 2014 · Add Comment
Now that I have white hair
when I ride the train
people give me a seat
My hair is not white because of age
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Psychosis, It Hypnosis: M.B.

By Madeline On February 8, 2014 · 1 Comment
iniquious machinations producing ethic-psychosis, its hypnosis.
captilitic organs in bodies you’ll
find cromosis embodied.
Its hallotosis, atrocious!, the beast
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Storm Poem 3: Post-script: Virgil

By Madeline On February 6, 2014 · Add Comment
I just met a stranger,
who opened my mind.
Just asking a question
might seem so benign.
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