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Streaking Emotions
Lightning flashes,
Streaking bright yellow
Across the sky.
Thunder booms,
Rattling your brain,
Shaking your view.
The clouds let it out,
After bottling up the rain
And precipitation.
The sky is gloomy, -
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.
It holds its own, -
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.
Loves
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The Things I Believe In Most
There are a few things I strongly believe in.
I believe that, in some cases, hurt sparks creativity.
There's a girl I know, who uses her blood as paint
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In the Box
Pandora's box held Despair
it held the fated end,humanity held in a snare
of their own offendsbut after the release,
in the box remained
a single little spirit -
The Maine Coast in December
I look over at the waves
Soft breeze on my face
The sun dancing brightly
On the rocks below
I clench my fist tightly
I know I want to go
The wind whips my hair
I almost start to shiver
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will you still _ me if I _
will you still kiss me if I am ugly
will you still love me if I am lazy
will you still want me if I break you
will you still care for me if i am not perfect
will you still wait for me if I am not patient
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Seasons of Being (Part 3): Winter
Like a gear slowly rusting
With feet like cement
We are zombies of snow and sleet
Brain fog taking control
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Haiku
I see stars
shining in the night sky
and a soul.