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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, -
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
Loves
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The Lock Pick's Garden
I was never allowed in the basement,
there was always a lock on the door,
and my parents avoided telling me why.
Great parenting strategy,
not even making up a lie for me,
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Mi portóncito
Mi portóncito
My little gate that swings me across the same arc across the tile patio floor;
the cold metal gray bars pressed to my face, hanging on to
Mi portóncito- the one taking me home
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youngest at the tiki party
I can hear the party still going
starting in the kitchen,
spilling into the dining room
and out onto the deck
I hear the sound of fizzy champagne filling crystal glasses
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Nobody will believe you otherwise
Say you're a president.
Not a king.
If that's true then what's happening in Venezuela?
You removed a ruthless dictator, yes,
but you just replaced him with another.
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Being a dreamer is hard
Being a dreamer is hard, for all of us. All the authors, poets, musicians, and artists.
For those who aren’t any of these let me explain it for you.
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favorite food (s)
Since I could eat, I have loved eating. Since I could open
my mouth and shriek for sustenance I have been in love with food.
And it has always loved me back -
tacos, grilled cheese, steak, sushi, matzo ball soup,