i try to talk to you

On December 2, 2015
a poem by [alexis]

but you don’t listen
I break out in laughter to make you smile
but you don’t even look at me
what to do?
wow, was it me?
what’d I do?
girly! hey, girly!
but you don’t listen
I realize I’m invisible to her
huh, funny
what about us?
our friendship?
our band?
I thought I knew you
I guess not
so what now?
what our we?
hey, girly…here’s the thing
I miss you so
but you know what?
I’m done
finished
only until you start acting right again
so goodbye for now
wait, one more thing,
I thought you were my best friend
is it so?
let me know
if you listen.

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tearing apart

On December 2, 2015
a poem by [emagyn]

Tearing apart inside.
Three days left.
Do the splits.
Duh.
Back up on me.

Apple sauce.
Black mailing.
Hunger Games, Mockingjay, Part 2.
Dancing.

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t-a-k-i-s

On December 2, 2015
a poem by [shawn]

T for tasty.
A for apetite.
K for courageous.
I for intelligent.
S for sweet, but not.

Takis—oh Takis—how I love you, Takis. Why are you so tasty, Takis? Is it wrong to date you. I think I can marry you in Canada.

Takis, you remind me of Taylor Swift against her exes. But her red hair looks nothing like your red, and Miley Cyrus’s red lips nothing like yours. But I can’t tell what color it is.

Takis, if you changed your color to blue, I’d be so proud. If you were Ariana Grande, OMG I would love you. Will you let me eat you? Takis, you’re an OG while you’re red. An irresistible OG. While you’re red you remind me of fire.

Takis—oh Takis—now I understand your red. Red is the fire in you. I will die for you, Takis. Oh Takis.

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because of

On December 2, 2015
a poem by [amyah]

Because of my mom, I am on
this earth,
because of my mom, my name
is Amyah,
because of my mom, I eat
pretzels and ranch.

Because of my dad, I eat
Doritos and sour scream,
because of my dad, my hair
is longer,
because of my dad, I eat almost everything
fried.

Because of my aunt,
I can dance,
Because of Lingsey and Makayla,
I come to school.
Because of Marquise’s 12 Days of Christmas Remix,
I threw an apple at his belly button.

Because of my mom, I can sing.

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taki curiousity

On December 2, 2015
a poem by [lingsey]

Because I want to fit in, I am a devil & an angel
Because of Amyah, I punched a guy in the face
Because of my family, I am going to college
Because of my dad, I am an amazon
Because of my siblings, I am curious of Takis
Because of Amyah, I know what amazon means

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christmas times

On December 2, 2015
a holiday reflection by [jada]

It is finally that time of year. It’s Christmas time. I know I’m a little early, but I know everyone has memories of Christmas. Like when they got some new Jordans, an iPhone 5s or an LG. Christmas is everyone’s favorite time of the year. But the sad thing is that homeless people don’t get to get presents, and so if I was rich, I would give all the presents in the world to them. Have you ever wondered where your taxes go to? They go to the secret Santa (or the mayor, maybe) and then in downtown Indianapolis they give them out. But the only bad thing about Christmas is Black Friday. People always fight and argue. So let’s get back to the good part. Do you remember the gingerbread man. Oh wow! He is so sweet, like a cookie. Well, he is. I thought of him from the movie Shrek. Remember when the king cut his leg? ‘Oh snap!’ the gingerbread man said. Wonderful Christmas times.

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ham sandwich

On December 2, 2015
a poem by [victor]

Once upon a time, I made a ham sandwich.
The bread was just like a blank canvas.

First the tomatoes, then the cheese,
then the ham with the mustard, please.

Nobody makes a sandwich like me,
if you try, I just eat you up

and put you inside my recipe.

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the first day

On December 2, 2015
a dispatch by [jada]

The day I finally can stay after school. I don’t feel good. That’s horrible. I can never do anything without hurting. I am a good writer and love to write. But I can’t today.

Do you ever feel bad and can’t do something? All of my friends always want me to stay, but I don’t know. I feel like I have bombs blowing up inside me. What should I do? I DON’T KNOW. HELP!!! Please.

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the sins of one day

On December 2, 2015
a poem by [rickie]

I held back my tears as I hit my stomach.
All it reminds me of is how unappealing I am.
I was tempted to slice my flesh,
But was unsure of where to put them.
Each day I envision my death.
I think of what it’d be like.
I know it’s gluttonous and lustful to think of.
I’m starting to become envious of others.
My thoughts turn wrathful,
My movements are filled with sloth.
I’m at times too prideful.
I crave the feel of my blood.
And the thought of no longer being a
Disappointment to my mother. I am greedy.
It seems that I have all seven sins. Those were the sins
Of one day.

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dear wolf

On December 1, 2015
a poem by [rickie]

Why do you chase me? Do you hate me? Why Wolf why?

Can’t you see you harm me? It seems fate is unfair.

It’s hard for me, this lonely fox, to know that I will die at your fangs and claws. It’s funny, how when we were younger you were my friend. I wish it was like when we were younger. Now all you see is red. You are so cruel.

Why did you do this? What caused you to do this? Why Wolf why? Now I’m floating in the sky. So goodbye.

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