dear lucas

On October 20, 2015
a letter by [lacie]

Dear Lucas, my brother,

Although, at times, you’re annoying and make weird noises at times that you shouldn’t, I still love you no matter how many times I say I don’t. No matter how many times I call you stupid and dumb. Remember, you’re smart and funny, no matter what I say. And remember, I will always love you no matter what.

Your sister,

Lacie

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my thoughts

On October 20, 2015
a poem by [EUNIQUE]

My thoughts of course are nothing but a small series of sad stories told twice. My thoughts are nothing but a black winter in a shell of nothing static. The dark is what I tend to drift off to at any moment when I’m swimming in my thoughts. The dark where I tend to find no warmth and the only thing I find is your name burned into the back of my eyelids and carved into my ribs. These small pebbles must experience that everyday. The sound waves that tend to drip out of my ears and onto my pen-stained fingertips. The sound waves that tend to bounce from my ears to the walls of my mind. The giants that roam around in the fields of my dreams. The escape is what I try to find at the end of my misery. The feelings that seemed to be tied to an anchor at the bottom of the ocean. And now I’m back to the beginning of my thoughts.

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plane crash

On October 20, 2015
a story by [phillip]

April 20th, 1986. My plane crashed after being shot by an RPG. I landed on Maliti Island. My friend and my cellphone had been destroyed. Also my TV, clothes, and board games. The only thing I had left was my guns and my dog. And my girlfriend. But soon I realized she was dead, too.

But I didn’t care. I was half done with her anyways. She cheated on me with another guy. As I sat on the island, I was hungry and scared so I began to make traps for wild animals. I put my gun on the trigger of my gun on a piece of string and laid it on the ground, so that way if you were to trip over it would shoot you in the head. And you know what happened, I tripped and died that night.

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halloween

On October 20, 2015
a poem by [jayln]

Halloween is coming up, and I’m celebrating
at Tennessee State, but I represent
the Broad Ripple Rockets.
You know I wear my Jordans
and my phone case is orange.

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fuschia

On October 20, 2015
a poem by [MARCO]

The color flirty fuchsia reminds me of V-Glide car that can fuse into raspberries and make a smoothie to watch with a movie which is all about Stewie. See once upon a time, there was a boy named Stewie but they just called him, Poowie. Wonder why? Ask that guy. The end. Later Ben.

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zip

On October 20, 2015
a poem by [valentina]

When I see his face, I smile. When he talks, I just want to talk to him. When I think, the only thing I think about is him. When I got to sleep, I dream about him. I just want to wake up with him. I just want to run with him and hug him so strong—I don’t want to let go. When I talk to my friends, I almost say something I think about him. I just want to go and kiss him. PLZ don’t judge me. PLZ. I know I won’t say it to your face cause I’m shy, but I like you very much. When I see you going to your locker, I just want to stay with you, but I have to go to class. I just want to go to you and say I like you. I like you, OK.

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the recipe for love

On October 20, 2015
a poem by [jordyn]

I need 2 packs of sugar
9 packs of sugar cookies
1 whole family
2 best friends
1 guy or 1 love
2 parents

that’s the combination to make love!!!!!!!!!!!!

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the lover’s romance

On October 20, 2015
a poem by [nia]

Wonder Woman and Superman,
The strongest and most beautiful couple.
No matter what they did it was hand and hand,
Palm to Palm strength combined.
Then one day came their enemy Jet Turbine, they fought and won and saved a town.
Even though Superman was happy, his woman frowned.
They were saviors of cities and lords of lands
Wonder Woman began to let her love slip
And Superman couldn’t even get a grip.
She clued him in, but didn’t want to say.
She didn’t want to say but her love was going away
His door to open her heart was closing quick
But nothing he did would make her love stick.
It was ages that their love was going
And now her heart has stopped flowing.
Her door is closed and may never open, but the
Love they shared will always be spoken.

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breathe

On October 20, 2015
a poem by [JORDAN]

There’s smoke everywhere, I can’t seem to see. I can’t find my mommy. I can hardly breathe. I can see. I can now breathe. But I can’t find my mommy. She was set free. Set free to heaven you see. Someday to heaven I’ll be.

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