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To Gaze at the Results
Water glides along my body,
As I resist the restrictions
That it puts on me.
I propel my legs and arms,
Pulling myself forward,
Fighting the substance
That makes be weightless,
But still makes my muscles ache. -
Holding Ground
The trees stand boldly,
swaying in the gentle wind,
but still holding ground.
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Manipulated Chances
A soccer ball is kicked from a foot,
quickly rolling across the grass.
The grass understands the ball's duty,
and lets itself be flattened
from the glossy sphere.
It's trapped by a cleat
that rolls it away from others. -
Grounding roots
I gently sketch the branches
of a great pine tree.
I craft them to be delicate
but sturdy.
They hold power,
strength, and glory.
I draw the ground high,
so I can show
the roots that ground it. -
Codes Into My Flute
My fingers dance across my keys,
My lips bend into my embouchure,
And a soft note arises.
My fingers know what to do,
Shifting and caressing,
punching a code into the instrument. -
Copper Wires Entwining
I snip the wire, letting it fall.
The shard flutters into my hand,
Willing to lend me a chance.
I begin to bend, twist,
And twirl the copper string.
I manipulate the metal,
Braiding it, and entwing it
Loves
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Generation Undecided
Maybe we're the ones
who grew up on our iPads then
our phones,
the ones who teach our teachers
how to use their screens
the ones
who know each other's lives through filters
and think we know each other
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Too much
I am 13
I am in 7th grade.
I like school. Most of the time.
I am quite good at school.
I'm in all the advanced classes offered. 3 years ahead in Math, 3 years ahead in my English vocab, and on the hardest History track.
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The Dancing Plague
It started when I once was ten,
the world was nice and quiet then,
until Old Sue first moved her feet,
The village faced their fears again.
We soon would face the great defeat,
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A Snake in the Garden
An emerald sweep
of thin spears stretches
through the garden,
past the rough concrete
platform decorated with chairs
of red banded with white,
along the little reservoir
of spitting water,
