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Amanda Sep 2015
I was in sixth grade.
I was sitting at the lunch table with my friends, just talking amongst ourselves.
It seemed to be just like any other day,
until I heard student after student being called to the office for "early dismissal."
My sister and I, and my best friend were three of the very few who did not get dismissed that day.
What happened between then and when I got home is a blur.
I can remember
not knowing what was going on;
I can remember
being so confused;
I can remember
the tears in my mother's eyes
as she watched the news.
I can very, very clearly remember
watching the T.V. that night after dinner,
and feeling an overwhelming sense
Of loss.

I was ten years old,
but I can remember
tragically watching our buildings burn.
I remember
seeing people jumping out of buildings
and falling to their deaths.
I remember
the clouds of smoke
that hung so heavy in the air
and that you could barely see anything
but rubble
and turmoil
and death.

But it was that day
at such a young age,
I would learn:
We are
The United States of America
and we proved
on that day
That "United We Stand"
is not just a phrase
that our country
throws around lightly.

The men and women
that were at Ground Zero that day
and the months that would follow
will forever remain
Unsung Heroes
in the hearts of every single American
that was alive on
September 11th, 2001,
and the generations to come
forever.

*Where were you, when the world stopped turning?
Shylah S Aug 2015
I was sad at the prospect
                   that we must have a sad ending

I was afraid I would forget
                 the euphoria of us even slightly touching

It was with a heavy heart
                I said the wretched words "goodbye"

But when I look back at it

The sorrow and tears are gone
                 I'm left with cherished memories

Our ending isn't sad
                 our ending is insignificant

Our story is one that will be alive for **centuries
Chelle captured Jul 2015
It's always in a song.
The one I play on repeat.

It's up loud.
But only I can hear it.

It's the same beat.
But always slower than my pulse.

Taking you to places where your heart knows.
3.52 min is all it takes.

I used to yearn but now it's admired.

Always the same song. Just the memories change.
In years from now, songs will be our vaults of precious moments and people.
Deena Jun 2015
When I am writing with a passion, my chest burns.
My toes curl.
My eyes are intense and focused on the paper before me.
I would grip the pencil hard enough to leave a mark on my fingers. Hard enough to leave a mark in me.
One that is like a never fading memory in my mind.
It can never disappear.
Never goes away.
It can only get lost.
I sort through my mind. Looking. Searching. For that image I had created.
Once I find. Once I remember it. My vision is long gone, stolen from my eyes and replaced with that very image. The one I'll never forget.
Avondale Kendja May 2015
"Applebee" was your name for me, the old one
gone away with the old me.
She stood there, waving to all new lovers.
Never belonged with the times, so unlike a standing tree.
She had no story to tell and was spinning .
An unripe apple, green and hard,
forever to stay hidden under 100 years.

With the appearance of seasoned hands, I
softened; you'd always be there.
You'd say, "Applebee"
I'd say "Willow, willow, willow..."
to reply, to show how I knew I'd slip into a game I'd lose.
Don't hear me, because I feel that we are prehistoric, waiting for our Mother to take us back.
I know we'll never stop, there will be more times like ours.
But I also know we are done whenever we begin.

Gods are forgotten in another hundred years,
but you alone , are different.

You
were just an immortal, neither holy, nor sinner
creature for a angel,
Oak and green pine for a willow,
An elder for a lover,
A beautiful and miserable secret kept between a generational pair
like us.
when I tuck her in, sheets tight under her chin,
pillows fluffed three times wide ways and long ways
(we just might have a type A child yet!)

I notice her eyes. wet, round dinner plates.

there's nothing I need to ask. she has nothing to say.
nothing that hasn't been said in the glances we
exchange over a teddy bear we clutch,
arms slowly ripping from the seams.

she grabs my hand and squeezes,
tighter than I did when she was born.

just five years ago, I screamed,
tossed back my head, sweaty hair
clinging to my scalp like soggy noodles.

the doctor held her up, Simba style.
I closed my eyes gently and slept through the trumpets.

now we're here, in this bed, in this fear
that neither of us can speak.

when her eyelids befriend her cheeks,
and the dinosaur music box hits its last run,
I creep to the door, edging one creak against another;
then I hear it,
barely a whisper, but loud and clear:

*why do the good guys have to die?
This is how I breathe when I can't scream.
Renmar Sep 2014
Sitting here watching you
sleep
Wondering if your dreams are
sweet
Knowing you'll always be mommies
**baby boy
Aliyah Sep 2014
Imagine if I was given one moment,
Just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last

I'd put the moment in a safe
within my heart abode
I could open it when I wanted
and only I would know the code

I could choose a time of laughing
a time of happiness and fin
I could choose a time that tried me
through everything I've done

I sat and thought about what a moment
would always make me smile
One that would always push me
to walk that extra mile

If I'm feeling sad and low
if I'm struggling with what to do
I can go and open my little safe
and watch my moment through

There are moments I can think of
that would life my spirits every time
the moments when you picked me up
when the road was hard to climb

For me to only pick one moment
to cherish save and keep
is proving difficult
as I've gathered up a heap!

I've dug deep inside my heart
found the safe and looked inside
there was room for lots of moments
in fact hundreds if I tried

I'm building my own little library
embedded in my heart
for all the moments spent with you
before you had to part

I can open it whenever I like
pick a moment and watch it through
my little library acts as a promise
I'll never forget you
xoK Mar 2014
You said,
"It's hard to feel this much from so far away."
Hard as a ******* wall of concrete.
What if it's not everything we wanted?
But then again,
What if it is?
I know we like to romanticize.
Your two eyes.
I've never seen them up close,
But when I close my own,
In the darkness, there they are.
When we meet, be cautious
Because I think fireworks might explode from my cranium.
Or perhaps expel straight from my chest.
Red, yellow, blue and white.
Sparkling strings of coiled light shooting outward
Until they erupt into a waterfall of crackled illumination.
Fireworks are dangerous
When handled without care.
But in the right hands
They give birth to a mesmerizing presentation,
Making people stop,
Put life on pause.
Raise their eyes.
Lose themselves.
I think maybe it'll be like that.
When you shine I'll stop and stare.
What if it's not everything we wanted?
But then again,
What if it is?
I recently learned that
"Your faith has got to be greater than your fear."
And I'm trying to believe it.
I want to carve the words into my skin
So I never can forget them.
LDR life.

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