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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. -
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,
Loves
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Do you see the world as a poem
Do the see the world as a poem
Do you see it like I do?
Do the words slip through your fingers
Do they slip before you can open your eyes?
Do they slip like I did
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She Used To Come
It was like your second cousin,
the one who stopped coming
to Thanksgiving
most of the time
but shows up sometimes
and you remember a picture
of her holding baby you
with blond curls and energy always
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that one tiktok song
i wanted to be a writer
collected words to form my thoughts
to dictate what i felt but couldn't say
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The Fairytales We Never Outgrow
Once, we believed in the Tooth Fairy,
a girl in glitter with sparkly wings,
who would sneak in the dark,
to swap teeth for quarters,
as if they were treasures,
as if our childhood decay
was worth more than gold.
