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| Poetry is like a car that can take you places you've never been before. It tastes like a dish that looks and smells horrible but when forced to eat it you love it and can't hold yourself back for seconds. Poetry smells like home-cooking that is so good you can almost taste it through your nostrils and it feels  like a fur. When felt one way it is rough and pointy but when felt the other way it is smooth and silky. Poetry... by Dakota Sugarloaf MS |
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supposed to have unmovable rights, right? Then tell me why does it still seem that we have to fight? Do you know how many people struggle day and night? Just so that they can eat, pay bills, live the life of a normal person. Will they make it? It isn't for certain. All this pushing and struggling is leaving them hurting. My prayers go out to those that are in the struggle and to their kids who can never stay out of trouble. Limited survival is here, we need a revival here. The inner city has once again plagued it's residents hearts with fear. by Damon Key West HS |
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| Someday you'll cry for me just like I cried for you. Someday you'll miss me just like I missed you. Someday you'll need me just like I needed you. Someday you'll love me but I won't love you. by Kristina Key West HS |
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| Love is red like roses your boyfriend gave you. It sounds like the wind whispering and tastes like nothing you ever tasted before. It smells like sunrise and sunset. Love can make you feel like you never felt before. Love... by Nancy and Katie |
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| Anger is black like night, like devil's fire, like black beetle eyes. It sounds like thunder, screams, ultimate suffering. It smells like the death of a thousand bodies and tastes bitter like decay and rotten fruit. It feels cold like death, squishy like squash, like hot wet tar. Anger can kill, it can control your soul. It takes us to the edge. Anger... by the College Explorers Last period of Tuesday |
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| Peace is white like angel wings, blue like the ocean yellow like sunshine after a storm. It sounds like rolling waves, Woodstock, a howling breeze. Peace smells like a bakery, fresh rain, cut grass and tastes like warm apple pie with vanilla ice cream and butterscotch drizzle. It feels soft like God's pillow. Peace calms, relaxes, gives you a natural high. Peace... by the College Explorers Last period of Tuesday |
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