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The People

They read magnificent papers written with Black, soft ink dancing, leaving behind words Being help together with the weeping Torn bodies of creepers They read about the horrible terrors of Past events Bright red demons With scaly wings made of…

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Fragile

Fragile The knife twirls behind the backs of every person A cunning grin waiting patiently to be revealed only with the knife Conversation is surface deep among the community Dive any deeper, and the thin mask will be gently removed…

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Break out

When you're sad, What is the reason Is it being in the big city, Or are you sad for another reason. you can escape sadness, Just take one step out Then happiness shall come easily. You shall do what you…

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We were the stars

We thought we were the stars: bright always in the familiar patterns of the piloting constellations- our friendship was sound. But we are shooting stars scattered across the thriving universe in our own paths, though they may cross. Each with…

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Second Home

No lurid city lights No booming vivacious echoes Only my beachy hair comprehensive against my tanned features Take me back to my second home My heartening towel cloaks around my shivering body like a blanket to a newborn The scent…

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A Fire of Support

We are a community of best friends A community that dances together A community that is like glass Strong but easily shattered We are a fire burning with a competitive flame A fire that gives unwavering support Support that struts…

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Got to Go

I gtg got no time being a hoe I gtg get my masters Maybe I'll get my bachelor's I don't got time for all this bull I'm too busy fighting for my rights in school This school ain't getting any…

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hell

At 7:00 Am,I go through scanning I go eat breakfast Lockers look like they are never used Teachers have smiles on there faces My high school is a Military ground Lables like stupied and nerd I am none of those…

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janitors

Janitor’s do not get enough credit for cleaning up schools. I think people should at least thank them for cleaning up. Sometimes it’s really messy and they have to clean up. They have to stay late at night to clean…

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The Dab

The flick of the wrist The flick of the head The fold of the arm A worldwide trend At the drop of song Or for no reason at all It can be used to fake out an innocent bystander It…

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The Woods

The Woods By: John Limjoco Clementon, NJ The woods… to me that two syllable phrase brings me vivid memories of mirth… Everyday, after finishing piles of homework, as big as a mountain, I get on my red Trek bike to…

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Don’t

Don't by Brooklyn Haddonfield, NJ they spit they yell you see a frown (a brown face with her mouth with no word coming out screaming for help) They kick They punch you see teers (rolling down her face like water…

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