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A Stance On Golden Water
My paddle dips into golden water,
Gently splashing,
The glassy water.
The board glides,
Creating a trail of where it’s been.
The bubbles mark the area,
Marking where it has stood.
The water understands, -
Tires Persisting
My bike tires whir,
Moving along the dirt.
They grip the rocks and roots,
Saying their hellos and goodbyes,
Pushing me forward.
The grass and mud fights the force,
But the bike persists.
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Ode To Chocolate
I had to write an ode poem for Humanities class. We were instructed to choose something silly, so I chose chocolate. Here it is:
Chocolate,
Oh chocolate,
You warm me head to toe. -
Splattered With Personality
I stare at my palm where a seed has been placed. My friend, a genius in plants, gave it to me right before she left forever. She had said, “Eliana, I have been researching for weeks, and tried to manipulate the DNA of the seed to create s -
Opinions Of A Book
My fingers flip through thin white sheets,
As I begin to wonder:
Do books ever get tired of being manipulated,
Or are they proud of the way they inspire?
Do they want to keep their stories to themselves
And self reflect for days. -
Priorities Out The Door
Every time you think you’re totally in,
Your priorities will change and it’ll end up in the bin.
If you think you’d be anything, to be buried in a book,
Suddenly all you’ll need is to be locked on a look.
Loves
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Please Remember
"Please remember
the milk
from the store,"
that's what the note says.
But it doesn't matter anyway
because his mind, his memory, stays sharp as a tack.
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His Majesty
I stand there, wind knocked out of me.
In front of me: his majesty.
Quickly I bow as not to anger,
And the king raises his hand to keep order.
The room falls silent,
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Stars Above & Love
The stars above
know our love.
Written across the seas
like melodic keys.
Wind sweeps us away,
settling secrets with the day.
Whispers of the night
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Human
To be human is a complex web of
emotion, of
trial and error, of
experience without knowing what lies ahead
but still turning one's face towards the sun, accepting
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