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Predestination
A Poem by
Lindsay Elizabeth
When I was five my teacher explained to me one of nature’s most wondrous secrets: two snowflakes can never be the same. And at age twenty fou..
December in Maracaibo
A Poem by
Lindsay Elizabeth
That night, the slate black sky was sprinkled with starch white pins as if God were shouting “LOOK AT ME.” But I was too busy w..
Before
A Poem by
Lindsay Elizabeth
Before you goBefore you leaveBefore you say goodbyeBefore you walk away from meBefore you make me cry,Before you say those awful wordsBefore you start..
I Cry Out for Freedom
A Poem by
Lindsay Elizabeth
A poem based on Maya Angelou’s Poem “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings"
My Boy
A Poem by
Lindsay Elizabeth
My boy he goes through stages- one up Steps: one up again two downand back to mehe makes them his obsessions,..
On the Unobtainable Task of Skimboarding
A Poem by
Lindsay Elizabeth
I’m sure there is some sort of solution.A secret only spoken to teenage boys--bennies whose suburban sidewalks are not conducive to surfingand w..
Apartment 36
A Poem by
Lindsay Elizabeth
The smell of acetone in a bare-bulb living room. I won’t forget these nights. Streaking colors across worn-out fingers ..
Confessions from a Sales Rack
A Story by
Lindsay Elizabeth
Created from the prompt "Sometimes it takes courage to walk away and today she was feeling very courageous."
Today, I Had to Destroy You
A Poem by
Lindsay Elizabeth
Today, I had to destroy you; Today, I ripped you to shreds. Piece by piece, line by line, my penciled confession cascaded from fingertips and o..
Rio
A Poem by
Lindsay Elizabeth
You paint by color matching hues and neatly tracing outlines of a picture that you dreamt up when you were sixteen and held a fine-tipped brus..
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