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Between/Feeling
Between the nerves that line our arms
The nerves that allow us to feel every embrace
There is hate
Between the soft folds that characterize the exterior of our brains
The folds that help us process wisdom
There is doubt
Between the blood that runs through our bodies
That transports oxygen + nutrients and helps us live
There is illness and disintegration
Between my bones that hold our posture
The same bones that allow us to move about
There is a sickly kind of marrow
Between our brow, eyes, lips, noses
Our cheeks, ears, and chins
There is a broken kind of symmetry
Between the marks on our body
Stretch marks, dark spots, acne, imperfections
There is judgment
Between our shoulders, there is our neck
Whose function I cannot remember
Our neck carries our head low
And I don’t quite remember the last time I used my head
Between the things
The things that make us human
There are fallacies
But I can still feel and bear through it all:
The cosmic vibrations that invade my vertebrae
The pain of reminiscing on a broken yesterday
It is in my blood to feel
It is a certain burden we are given
Under the certainty of uncertainty
From the blue arises certain opportunities
Euphoria, beautiful and brazen, give rise in my meditations
With every breath, dewed petals and pure snow
It is in my soul:
to feel
to taste
to lose
to sense
My senses are sharp because I feel the world around me
The viridescent jewel-like grapes in the produce aisle
The pearl white daisies that bloom lushly in otherwise barren fields
The yellow pages I flip through are like gold
I can feel
The things that have no purpose in our collective being
The things that still have a way of making me feel
I'm not sure why
My senses are sharp because I can feel
And because I can feel I can experience
I can experience all the glorious things the world have to offer
And so I am swept away to the rhythm of compassion
Bound to the astronomical genuine nature of man
Which is exuded from the place I came from
The first place I was able to feel
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I am a 16-year-old musician, student, and poet. I help run my school's literary magazine and debate club. Outside of school, you can see me planning events for an online community of over 13,000, and extensively writing and practicing piano. I have competed in piano competitions in the past and have performed at Carnegie Hall. The only thing you need to know about me, however, is that I'm very outspoken about my views on certain topics and love a good conversation!