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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,
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 -
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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Society's Suffocating Expectations
As girls we’re taught many things at a young age.
We’re taught what’s considered “ladylike,” and what’s not,
Keeping us in line to better fit society's mold.
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When You Are No Longer Young
I hold my prefrontal cortex with the shame of
sinking, water lilies seeping from my lips into the grey-green
marsh I call (uselessly)
home.
My mind hisses with the strain of too many canned-up voices
saying
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