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Build Up


Your body is just one piece of architecture. Legs are the stairways to strength, willpower. Arms the branches to sensitivity, care. The neck is a test of patience and thought. Your head, a network of sparks, possibilities. Your eyes are-what else?- windows to the soul. Your mouth is a social butterfly, a rumor waiting to spread. Next is your chest, a cage and a doorway to the heart. The body finally becomes a coffin, but also a birthplace. Most of the time, people will feel like their bodies are prisons; walls to keep them away from the real outside world. Realize one thing...your body is YOURS! You do what you feel will express the emotion and let loose your thoughts. Freedom! So reach for those skies and hold on to the cloud. Don't you dare worry about opinions of the smaller bodies below you. Because the only way to go is up! Give the only body you have a chance...it's yours forever.
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Meli Echelon

I don't write poems according to conventions, rules, or structures. I use the word vomit in my brain and put it on paper. I like to think of myself as a Wallflower with an overflow of excitement and nerves. I don't feel fear easily, but when I do, it means something.

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