Category: writing
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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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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…
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On Climate Denial (V3 Climate Group)
Denial is the first stage of grief, but what are you grieving?Maybe the fact that our clean air is leaving,Our lungs constantly receiving the grey,Ourselves slowly receding into the black.Our blue waters we pretended to love,Suffocated with plastic we disposed of.Red turns the dove who flies awayWith no turning back.Back into time when I still…
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On Climate Denial (V2 Climate Speaks)
Denial is the first stage of grief, but what are you grieving?Maybe the fact that our clean air is leaving,Our lungs constantly receiving the grey,Ourselves slowly receding into the black. Our blue waters we pretended to love,Suffocated with plastic we disposed of.Red turns the dove who flies awayWith no turning back. Back into time when…
JORDAN SANCHEZ 