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Coils of Code
I trace my fingertips over my skin,
Imagining everything going on within it:
Each little protein being made,
Each cell passing through my bloodstream.
Every strand of DNA is coiled up,
Making me up,
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Numbers
Numbers:
Simple little things,
Tiny scratches on paper,
Spelling out equations,
Formulas to the universe.
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I Open My Eyes
I open my eyes,
Seeing a barely knit community,
Everyone ignoring those who they pass,
Going only to those they relate to,
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The Season Sisters
Autumn hefted the strap of her leather satchel over her and quietly slipped out of her house, drawing in a deep breath. It was her favorite time of year, and not just because her name had the same meaning. The branches were f
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Freeing Stupidity
I click open a google doc,
The colorful plus seeming so freeing,
The blank page being so full of possibilities,
So free of rules.
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Being the Library of Life
If I were immortal, I think this is how my life would go:
I blink,
Expecting for my life to end,
But instead it keeps on going.
I mosey through my infinity,
Loves
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<3
I love the smile on people's faces when I hand them a poem with their name on it & yes of course you get to keep it.
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ballerina in a music box
you are a dancer and so you find a way to dance
through everything:
the hallways, gym class, chorus
when we have to stand, white fields, your dance studio,
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red-cheeked & giddy with hope
we plan sledding days at the country club with a hill
& reminisce about them when summer comes,
recall hours spent tumbling
head over heels into mounds of snow, clutching
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Upside Down
Things are different.
I don't know when they changed
or when I noticed them changing.
But in any case,
my eyes are open now
and I see that things are upside down.
At first it was just a drop
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We Yearn For Spring
Poetry is hard in the winter.
It is inexplicable but,
for me,
definitely true.
In the spring, summer, and fall,
there are limitless possibilities,
endless inspirations.
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