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Wildflowers in This Breeze
All skin
Is made up of the same cells,
All eyes
Reflect the same stars,
All lips
Dance around the same meaning,
And even if they don’t work,
All hearts
Are connected by the same strings;
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Your Parallel Hearts
To love someone
Is to hand them your heart,
Engraved with scars,
Dripping with roots
Drenched in buds
Thrumming with the pulse
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Through Glances at the Sun
Poetry has a silent power
In the way that poets
don’t need words to communicate
With one another;
We simply see a wildflower
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A Palmful of Metaphors
I’d like a palmful of metaphors,
Ones to use every time
I put a pen to a page,
To plant in my heart
And become submerged in my hope,
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The Beating Heart of the Universe
I would like to hope
That before there was a sky
Bleeding stars,
Before there were planets
Polluted with creation,
That there was still the beating heart
Loves
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Confession
When I think about tomorrow,
I see the calculus test I have not studied for
and the five overdue assignments with long-received
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Time Slip
My leisure was over
quicker than expected.
Now I'm back to doing homework
but keep getting distracted.
Another glance at the clock
Another 30 minutes gone. -
The Binary Code
The binary code is plastered everywhere
from the billboard of the new romance movie
to the books that have shaped our history.
The binary code is ingrained in our heads
as we see the magazines,
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We're Still Kids
I hang candy necklaces from the tips of my fingers
All the way to your reaching palms.
We smile like we're kids again. Maybe we always were,
But who realizes that anymore?
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freedom isn't what they say it is
I am eleven years old. I think freedom isn't what they say it is.
I live in the land of the free. I am free,
in most ways.
I can be a black belt.
I can be a published poet.
I can win money for my achievements.
