Category: writing
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hudson river
The Hudson flows both ways;It’s the first thing I learned in elementary school.Through song,We praised the River as a gift.The God of all things goodLike life and connection.So when the water rushesFrom the Adirondacks,Through the crevices of raised earth,Down through the city,And between my neighbors’ homes,I’m forced to rememberThere is only this one thingThreading us…
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the torchbearers and me
The lullaby I sing to my child is one of apologies. She does not yet know what for, But when I leave, She will understand I am the one to blame. As much as my parents And their own. Adults only get more set In their ways, Becoming more rigid, Yet unknowingly fragile with time.…
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Victory Lap (Running, Version 2 – Rare)
The earth runs much faster than me And I’ve never really known what for. But for as long as I can remember, She was always rushing to go somewhere Or rushing to stop. How do you catch up to a planet? Or how does a planet catch up to you? When you’re standing on Opposite…
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On Seeds
I must’ve been eight The first time I saw one — A seed. I was in third grade, We were learning about plants, And trees, And how the ones right outside Started out as seeds. We, Little hands, Wrapped beans in paper towels From the bathroom, Closed tight in Ziploc bags, Laid in the windowpane…
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Running (Version 1 – PEM)
The earth walks much faster than me And I’ve never really known what for. But for as long as I can remember, She was always rushing to go somewhere Or rushing to stop. How do you catch up to a planet? Or how does a planet catch up to you? When you’re standing on Opposite…
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A Storm is Coming
The shadow of yourself is busiest on rainy days. Footsteps silenced behind the cry of the falling sky, Seeping into the cracks and crevices of the street, But you jump into puddles with both feet, Catching raindrops on pink tongues, Singing songs under a clouded sun. With arms stretched open to receive the gift of…
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Time
I’ve spent my entire life trying to make time stop. I’ve got a terrible memory, and to cope I try to record every detail of my life. This was how I got into writing. In elementary school, I attempted to keep diaries so I wouldn’t forget what happened each day, no matter how mundane the…
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Burning Earth
What if the ocean caught on fire?Suddenly burst into flames.Not like one on the stove,or a candle on the dinner table,but something that resembles the end of the world. The flames swallowing the Earth and licking the skyand you’re just standing thereat the edge of the beachwith your toes in the sand,and now every grain…
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Reimagine. Recreate. Restore. (Final Version)
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Have you ever seen time fly? Watch it slip through your fingers like a cloud passing by… Too slow to notice it leaving, Too fast to make it stop. All we’ve known is to destroy like it’s breathing. The pitter patter of raindrops Match the sounds of clocks Counting down. Tick.…
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love-like
i watched you walk home that day.through the window,i saw the clouds openand the sun turned your skin to gold,as if an angel in the sky wantedto watch you with me.because you’re the only one that’s there,you’re the only one that matters.at least that’s how i always saw it—saw you—me—alone,but you had to go home…