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I'm not exactly sad I don't know what the words are to explain this feeling I have I'm just tired I can't seem to motivate myself or give a damn I stay in bed all day and I'm up all night I've...

We stare at the hands. Are they mine? They flit across the keyboard typing the words coming from our mind only pausing When we once again lose our sense of time. We experience the world through third...

I am born on a Monday at St. Luke’s Hospital Cedar Rapids, Iowa, USA –  Our world recovering    From the 9/11 attack.   I am born not long from the time  Or far...

I am from the yellowing pages of old books. I am from Acrylic paints and watercolor. I am from the flour-covered kitchen counters. White, powdery, coating our skin while we rolled out cookies I...

As a thing As something you can hold I do not exist. I am but the whispers The shouts The shuffling of papers This is my defense. No, villain, have you not Sent thousands to their deaths? No,...

The Plain Brown Wrapper, or the PBW, is an editorial board of students receiving different types of arts, including poetry, non-fiction, and artwork. Members compile it all together into one magazine for...

“I figured if I was going to say it [graduation poem] in front of everyone, I’d want to make it about me, stuff in my life,” Jose Juarez said.   This spring, Juraez submitted a poem and entered...