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A Determination to Grow
Little berries lie in front of me,
The seeds still clinging to the vine,
The red still darkening to black.
They greedily soak up the sun,
Their cloroplasts begging for the light,
Their leaves fanning open. -
Overlapping theories
My eyes study my drawing,
Laying simply on the white paper in front of me,
Pouring over the intersecting lines,
Connecting corners,
And overlapping connections.
Each line is only a representative, -
A Story Whirls Into View
My feet spin my bike pedals,
Pushing me along the trail
As stories invade my focus.
My mind swirls,
Colors whirl,
As ideas emerge from the flurry.
Names fill my head,
Plots come into view,
Places teleport into my thoughts. -
A Capability of Beauty
The warm, salty waves wash away,
Swirling patterns in the sand,
Sending crabs and clams
Burrowing into the rock grains.
The waves churn the sand,
Uncovering, leaving behind,
Delivering small,
Delicate treasures: -
A Glowing Aura of Relaxation
The sun dips behind the mountains,
Only some of the light shines,
A peachy aura emerging.
The whispy clouds hover gracefully,
Letting themselves drift with the wind,
The peace settling into the mist,
Refracting the glow, -
Appreciating Where Flowers Will Emerge
I trace my fingers across the grass,
the little green shards,
the silky plants tickling my skin.
It has survived the winter,
the dry brown it had become
slowly disappearing,
turning rich green from the sun.
Loves
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You May Begin Your Test
One day before the test, and my nerves start to fizzle.
I need to study all I can to make up for the days that I was never in class and never learned anything; Make up for my stupidity and procrastination.
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Group Chat
Half a dozen pink hearts
Strewn across glowing white screen
Girls guessing at identities
Of secret beaus
A link to Spotify
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Grandma's Lemonade
Grandma used to make lemonade.
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I Wrote A Poem About You
I wrote a poem about you.
One you probably won’t read.
Because I don’t have the courage
And it defeats its purpose anyway
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Longing
It’s a ball of knotted string
Stuck under my ribcage.
Whenever I start to untangle it,
I break a sweat & forget
Why I even tried.
