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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
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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,
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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 -
Reaching For The Sky
I stare at the sky,
Holding the hand of my dad,
Watching our rocket fly up, up up,
Into the open blueness.
It soars, free as a bird,
Powerful as a jet.
It reaches for the stars,
Transforming into a tiny black speck,
Loves
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Trick-or-Treat
When I was little, my brother and I would dress up and go Trick-or-Treating.
I would change my costume a hundred times because I couldn't pick one.
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The sky is falling
The sky is falling
In my mind
The one that used to hold
The morning sun
The daily mantra
How the setting burns in gold
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I love you
The words
They lack meaning
Yet they continue to repeat
Like tapping on a drum
Melodic and timed
Yet so imperfect
Empty sounds of years replaying
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Would I be happier than this?
I stay up late finishing work that would be better done in the morning.
Sitting at my desk,
the moon makes its way through the sky,
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Rainbow droplets
When the rain clouds roll in,
I don't need a jacket.
I'll dance in the rain,
be the first to see the
rainbow come again.
