Tag: art
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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 (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…
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state of the union
Fellow citizens of America.. Scratch that—let’s be frank here for a moment. I just said that to make you feel as though we’re on the same level, but c’mon now! I’m the president, you’re the citizen, let’s get that straight. I’m so humbled and grateful for this position. Really, wow. Thanks for voting me in…
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something about black boys
Blackness is sunshine. Sun shining, Making skin glow. The sun is melanin. Melanin is gold, Glimmering gold, Golden…. (continued)
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On Climate Denial (V1 Original)
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… (continued)
JORDAN SANCHEZ 