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Anna Marquardt

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Anna; like in Frozen.

"If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should've behaved better."

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  • LOCKED and LOADED
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    LOCKED and LOADED

    4 months ago

    A poem that presents a look at the ever growing gun violence in our community, especially guns on college campuses.

  • Ocean Waves
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    Ocean Waves

    7 months ago

    I only think I'm treading water, but really waves drag me under and clouds hang ominously overhead as fish nip at my toes underneath. Whirlpools fling me side to side and I scratch against rocks that I could have sworn...

  • Seasons of Myself
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    Seasons of Myself

    7 months ago

    I. Each time the air begins to shift and nature leaves its mark, I find myself searching for myself. II. I hide carefully behind roses with thorns and discarded pill bottles, laughing while they try to maneuver...

  • There's An Elephant In the Room!
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    There's An Elephant In the Room!

    7 months ago

    There's an elephant in the room. No, really. Her fit hit the floor, louder than ever. Her trunk lets out a breath of air that could knock over a semi-truck. Her large mouth smacks up her lunch and she slurps her drink....

  • Grief Counseling
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    Grief Counseling

    7 months ago

    Its hands are around my throat, fingers digging into my ability to breathe. It flows out of my eyes as rivers of tears, taking my sight with it. It whispers in my ears, chants of evil and makes me go insane. ...

  • Spring
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    Spring

    7 months ago

    The sign says, "Hippity hoppity Spring is on its way." I look up at clouds of gray and tuck my arms into a hoodie that shouldn't be used this time of year.

  • Chasing Fairytales
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    Chasing Fairytales

    9 months ago

    Chasing fairytales is so exhausting. So is pretending to be okay with the inevitable heat death of the universe. Because, let's face it: we're not. I used to believe in happy endings. I used to think fairytales were...

  • When You Cut Your Hair
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    When You Cut Your Hair

    9 months ago

    Syllable poem. Each line has seven syllables.

  • Working Class
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    Working Class

    9 months ago

    Working class workers scanning this and checking that with glazed over eyes and sad smiles that greet customers with false pretenses. Little children are asked what they want to be when they grow up but they never say...

  • Love & Alcohol
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    Love & Alcohol

    9 months ago

    When asked about love, the young man laughed and said: "Ask me later," and gulped his beer. When asked about love the young woman smiled and said: "I dream of love," and shot her vodka. When...

  • The First Day
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    The First Day

    9 months ago

    A blink. A breath. A twitch. There's something in the air and as the people and the animals take deep gulps of whatever is in the air, their eyes light up and their chests rise and their first days, first steps, first...

  • Once Upon a Fairytale
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    Once Upon a Fairytale

    9 months ago

    Fairytales always start with once upon a time as if to already tell you the story is going to end with happily ever after. But what happens when the story doesn't start off that way? What happens when the princess and...

  • Melodies
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    Melodies

    9 months ago

    Music dances in our ears. Melodies of lies. Hips swaying in tune. Secrets dance between us. Melodies of lies whisper the song of dance. Secrets dance between the Salsa and the Waltz. The song of dance whispers what...

  • What Makes a Poem?
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    What Makes a Poem?

    9 months ago

    What makes a poem? Is it jumbled words on a dirty old napkin? Or is it rhythmic patterns beaten into the base of a drum? Is it when a heart skips a beat or maybe the arrival of a firstborn? Pens scribble out inked...

  • Baggage of Identity
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    Baggage of Identity

    9 months ago

    There's a woman at a train station. She is holding, in her right hand, a suitcase with a brown leather strap. Inside the suitcase, stuffed to the brim, is her baggage of identity hidden between the cracks of pant legs...

  • The End
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    The End

    12 months ago

    Deep breath. Breathe in. Breathe out. Just keep breathing. But how do we breathe when we can barely keep our heads above the water? Water fills our lungs and we mistake it for love. Our fingers try endlessly...

  • Shards of Heart
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    Shards of Heart

    11 months ago

    You’re driving a car. It can go up to 100 miles per hour just like your heart. And you feel like you’re speeding off a cliff; shards of heart poking and prodding after every breath, a painful...

  • Bombs of Love
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    Bombs of Love

    12 months ago

    Pantoum poem

  • Hotel Bed
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    Hotel Bed

    12 months ago

    Sonnet with no constant rhyme scheme

  • Living In Fairytales
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    Living In Fairytales

    12 months ago

    Sonnet that does not contain a constant rhyme pattern

  • One Look
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    One Look

    13 months ago

    sound and repetition poem

  • Fallen Friend
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    Fallen Friend

    13 months ago

    My sister's headphones are cutting her off from what is real. Her blank gaze doesn't see much past the tinted glass. My legs are tucked up to my chest, my arms wrapped around them, trying to keep myself from falling...

  • The Tell
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    The Tell

    13 months ago

    I take a deep breath as the air between us becomes shallow and the weight of our secrets hold us down. “I’ll tell,” he starts, “if you tell.” and I feel my hands curl ...

  • Monster
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    Monster

    13 months ago

    A Villanelle poem with the exception of rhyme.

  • A Q&A With Death
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    A Q&A With Death

    13 months ago

    A question and answer poem.

  • Fated Strings
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    Fated Strings

    13 months ago

    She used to believe in fairytales and fated strings. You know, the ones attaching soulmates together by their pinkies. She used to wish on stars and scatter glitter on her eyelids. He used to study Greek...

  • Danglers
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    Danglers

    19 months ago

    She is vibrant blue And I am radiant red. And in the corner Are two soft beds. There are dangling knives And limp marionettes. Her eyes are sunk into her head And my legs are cut from where I sit. Skin is painted...

  • Another Life
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    Another Life

    23 months ago

    2014 went by in a blur. A year filled with love loss laughter tears utter heartbreak and at the last second a feeling of undeniable success. I started the year with a smile. I got some kisses then my heart filled with...

  • Boxes
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    Boxes

    2 years ago

    Memories laced with a temporary relief. I know I shouldn't but I just can't help myself. I take a step inside that forbidden place. It's cold and eerie now. Boxes line the walls filled to the brim with year old...

  • Miles and Miles
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    Miles and Miles

    2 years ago

    150 miles. That's how far away I am from the boy that broke my heart. 5,440 miles. That's how far away I am from you. The boy that stitched me up and put me back together again. What greater injustice than having the...

  • Saying Goodbye To Five Of My Favorite People
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    Saying Goodbye To Five Of My Favorite People

    2 years ago

    " A friend is one to whom one may pour out all the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of...

  • Ten Things You Need To Know About Being A Teacher's Kid
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    Ten Things You Need To Know About Being A Teacher's Kid

    2 years ago

    I've always been a “teacher’s kid.” That’s what I was labeled my first day of Kindergarten and forever after that. Almost two months ago, I graduated high school. I had the normal ups and downs...

  • You Never Learned
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    You Never Learned

    2 years ago

    Do you want to know what I find interesting? Of course you don't, you don't care about me. But I'll tell you anyway. I learned so much about you in such a short amount of time. Like how you're really insecure about...

  • The Thing About Fire
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    The Thing About Fire

    2 years ago

    The thing about fire is that it destroys everything in it's wake. It engulfs and chokes and burns anything that gets in it's way. It warps what used to be new and sucks the life right out. The thing about fire is that...

  • Warning Signs
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    Warning Signs

    2 years ago

    He liked feet. That should have been my first warning sign. The second was his stupid boxy teeth that seemed way too small for his incredibly large head. The third were his crooked fingers that never really fit...

  • A Stickshift
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    A Stickshift

    2 years ago

    I still ache for you almost every single day. Most days I can control it by balling my fists and breathing in and out as to let the feeling pass. But other days when it's really, really bad there's nothing I can do to...

  • Who Is Who?
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    Who Is Who?

    2 years ago

    We were just two teenagers on top of a hill overlooking the sleepy city. One of us was afraid The other not so much. One of us was running in circles Literally The other was waiting and...

  • I Am Free
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    I Am Free

    2 years ago

    I seem to have trouble writing poems when I'm happy because when I'm sad it's all about you but when I'm happy it's all about me. And now that I've shed the last remnants of you from my body ...

  • Ten Seconds
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    Ten Seconds

    2 years ago

    One... Two... Three... Just like that it's gone. Four... Five... Six... I'm done giving you chances. Seven... Eight... Nine... All our love was dirty and tainted. Ten... My brain thinks...

  • You Are Everywhere
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    You Are Everywhere

    2 years ago

    Fallen eyelashes Shooting stars Stumbled upon 11:11's I wish for you in everything. Your name is what echos through my skin when asked what I want. It ricochets through my body as goosebumps. And I see your name...

  • Same Worn Path
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    Same Worn Path

    2 years ago

    Another Creative Writing assignment from last year.

  • Nasty
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    Nasty

    2 years ago

    Nasty. The word echoes in my brain and ricochets through my body spreading like a disease. Nasty. It eats away at my self-confidence and devours every good thought I ever had. Nasty. It contradicts the words you...

  • Supposed To Love
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    Supposed To Love

    2 years ago

    There were others before you ones that made me smile ones that made me cry and made my heart ache They threw some bandaids at me told me to take care of myself Left me alone Left me scared so beyond...

  • Finally Alive
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    Finally Alive

    2 years ago

    Sometimes I think I forgot how to be a writer because I wasn’t sad for the first time in a very long time. And I didn’t need words for the happiness I was feeling. The feeling was...

  • Pathetic and Weak
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    Pathetic and Weak

    2 years ago

    I’m writing again so I guess that means the happy bubble was popped and now I’m falling back into how I used to be. Sad and lonely with nothing to show except a crushing feeling of...

  • Instead Of Yesterday
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    Instead Of Yesterday

    2 years ago

    Today I saw you and you saw me our eyes met for the first time in many years and I wish we had been alone I would have wrapped you up slowly and softly Instead you just asked me if I knew and...

  • Grape Smoke
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    Grape Smoke

    2 years ago

    Late nights and shooting stars Rubbing thumbs and tangled hair Discarded clothes and moving mouths Intertwined fingers and simple goosebumps Silly texts and kissing laughter Roaming hands and pleasure...

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