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Grounding roots
I gently sketch the branches
of a great pine tree.
I craft them to be delicate
but sturdy.
They hold power,
strength, and glory.
I draw the ground high,
so I can show
the roots that ground it. -
Codes Into My Flute
My fingers dance across my keys,
My lips bend into my embouchure,
And a soft note arises.
My fingers know what to do,
Shifting and caressing,
punching a code into the instrument. -
Copper Wires Entwining
I snip the wire, letting it fall.
The shard flutters into my hand,
Willing to lend me a chance.
I begin to bend, twist,
And twirl the copper string.
I manipulate the metal,
Braiding it, and entwing it -
Questions, More, Or Less.
Equations stretch across a gridded page,
Looking like a jumble of lines and curves,
But they answer questions,
That have been wondered for ages,
And they solve the riddles of our world, -
The Flowers Of Your Personality
The flowers of your personality
Are always in full bloom.
The bees buzz around them,
Inspired by your strength.
The weeds are not present,
Repelled by your stance.
The hummingbirds flutter,
Admiring your peace. -
Carefree drops
The rain pitter-patters against the roof,
Dripping down the sides.
The pipes treat the steady streams
Like a water slide,
Twisting and turning their way down.
The constant drops thrum in my ears,
Echoing like a shout in a cave.
Loves
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Steps
Wake up later than you need to, earlier than you want to and happier than you deserve to.
2) Take a shower. Look at your big little body in the mirror before you get in.
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The Law That Ruins Lives
I'm 13 years old
I have literally watched
States make it illegal
To get abortion
Most of the people
Making and signing
The laws
Are men
MEN
Last time I checked
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Living Situations
My friend's home is beautiful.
It's got green walls with flowers all over. The floor is soft and plush. It's warm but only in summer, and it's too cold in winter. But my friend likes it just fine.
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Fated in dreams
Sometimes I dream of you
Our future, our past, and us now
Usually I end up breaking apart
Listening to your words
Making my world hell
And then I wake up
The truth floods back
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slippery, sunlit silence
Once, we met.
My hair was up, and the world was coated with snow,
and you
talked to me with wide blue eyes
and a slippery smile, easy to fall into.
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