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Rome
The Romans were made of marble.
With the heavenly grace of carved muscles and pride,
they equated Divine Providence with bureaucracy.
Each empire has its own currency,
it's own series of sacred faces -
Her Constellations
The light was soft, painfully soft. The exquisite gold of the sunrise muffled our passion. I reached for her hand, but she pulled away, regarding her own reflection in the lake with clinical poise. -
Bangkok
Sweat soaked and delirious in unflattering khaki, I smell durian:
the notorious stink of custard, sweet side alleys, and jungle sunset,
Tourists dream of cheap cloth and translators, -
Hocus Pocus
Through my astrolabe I see the universe’s concentric squares.
My longing keeps me captive and sacred in God’s incomprehensible geometry. -
Fleeting Fire
Metal to metal; sweating and sea ready,
he mends his boat.
We drive through the blue shipyard,
listening to Christmas carols.
Dusk is quiet like the sunset was, -
Vacation
What I remember most about France was the sun. Even though we visited during a time of historic storms, it glared.
In June of 2016, Paris flooded.
You wouldn't believe how green the hills were.
Brexit,
Loves
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Nature's Colorful Farewell
Amidst trees ablaze in fiery hues,
Autumn's touch, a painter's muse.
Leaves, like whispers, gently descend,
In nature's waltz, a timeless trend.
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Til the Storm Passes
Wind
roars through the valley,
the leaves cling to their trees,
holding on for dear life.
But the wind is too strong,
and soon they are lost to the storm.
Rain pelts anything reachable,
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Just Left of Luhman 16 (My Autumn in Colorado)
Spotted, spoiled-milk;
Look beyond these grimy walls
And see the horse tail
Brush into existence fierce vermillion stripes,
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Phantom pain
Houses that are green are one step ahead
From the ivy that will destroy them some day.
I think that ivy is one of my most favorite things about life.
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Without Apples
Six apples in front of my eyes
Waiting for their greater purpose
Each painted a deep, glossy red, reminding me of the perfume that sits on my desk
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Who am I
My name is Cass Parker Perez and I have no idea who I am. I know I am sixteen. I know I like writing, drawing, and listening to music. But I do not know who, what, when, where, or why I am the way I am. I do not know my gender.