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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. -
Glowing Inspiration
I lean over the plastic white kayak,
Admiring the magnificent bay,
Filled with dinoflagellates.
The glow, and sparkle,
Dance, and glimmer.
I reach to place my fist in the water, -
Miniature Paradise
I look out the window,
seeing a blanket of green.
The leaves create textures, and patterns.
Orange flowers are peppered through the branches,
popping out like stars in a night sky.
The bark on the trees looks pale -
Reaching For The Sky
I stare at the sky,
Holding the hand of my dad,
Watching our rocket fly up, up up,
Into the open blueness.
It soars, free as a bird,
Powerful as a jet.
It reaches for the stars,
Transforming into a tiny black speck,
Loves
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The Flute Train
Our friendship really did start with a story. It nearly was a story in itself. Almost fairy-tale-cliche esque. The logical friend, the chaotic friend. But we were still so similar.
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Oh Carbine Cows Come Home
There's a haze out in the meadow before the cattle graze,
settled slow and clean and shining like a glaze,the cattle move on in as the dew begins to dry,
the haze clears up fast like a tear in the eye. -
The Night is Crying
Patter, patter, boom
The sky is torn and shredded
The night is crying
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Purple paper
Purple paper ripped out of my notebook
you're beautiful in all the ways
it says in my purple fountain pen
I taught my sister how to hold the pen
and she wrote me the note
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Perfect
You’re perfect just the way you are,
but here’s a serum for that scar.
Love yourself, embrace your face,
but first, some contouryou know, just in case.
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