9/11
For all who we lost, 11th September, Today it's you, We will remember. For your in our hearts, You'll never leave our side, Even if we run, Even if we hide.
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For all who we lost, 11th September, Today it's you, We will remember. For your in our hearts, You'll never leave our side, Even if we run, Even if we hide.
Pure pearly white feathers form majestic wings carrying Icarus through the sapphire skies. The golden suns searing rays gleaming and glittering off the ultramarine ocean.
#emotion#despair You leave for work a job away from home, promise when you arrive you'll pick up the phone.. Seconds turn to minutes... Minutes turn to hours.....
Box. Unopened. Carved of stone. Gift. Wedding. Took it home. Tempt. Question. Why can't I. No. Padlock. Softly sigh. Days. Passing. Temptation grew. Wish. Opening. Wouldn't you. Soon. Leaving.
I could smell fire. I was lying on the ground. Josh, Scout, Phoenix and Denzil where lying there with me. I could see teachers rushing from student to student, Mr Chalk bustling towards me.
#household @Glen My goldfish's name is Chicken; I know, I know, weird name. But 'tis the name thus written, which added to his fame.
Erik- I slowly crept out of the opera house. I threw on my hood and ran off into the night. I found shelter wherever I could, mostly in alleys.
Another life has left this earth, Upon that tragic night, A mother died within that car, So keep her soul in sight, A car collision, She'd three kids, The daughter broke, Three of her limbs, Was just...
A loving mother, With three kids, In a car crash, Except one,they live. A baby girl, Months of only eight, Went to heaven, And a smile on her face.
Pushing through the crowd. Desperate heart dying. The last night of stars. In the sky they're crying. Tears run down my face. Surely my heart is broken. Death will come as too soon.
#household The snow that day was falling so softly. It drifted down slowly in big wet clumps. I remember laughing at how it was building up into little mounds on top of Mayzie's new red hat.
#weather #ice Daughter of Winter, You broke his heart, His of fire and Summer, Yours of ice, He could not see it. Now your turning his too.
It should have been a time for fun. But now despair has begun. A family holiday should be fab. Not one that's tragic and sad. Standing upon the jetty. Sounds harmless and petty.
She's smothered in silk, Pearls, ruffles and jewels, But something isn't right... She walks down the aisle, Looking for her love, Her dress a blackening white.
#youngwritershousehold A shower of rain, Over head it came, Drops bouncing off the hard floor, Drenching me right down to my core.
Jerry - 13th August Jerry held his head in his right hand. Since dropping simon off, the reality of his life swam around. Work life, home life and social life...
Iselian was a jester, though not a natural clown. Born with harsh deformities, an odd ball of the town. An outcast from his village, now a servant of the throne.
He could taste the blood in his mouth, and he knew that he was hurt. He could not feel below his waist, as he choked on the dust and dirt.
He hides, taking occasional glances, Thinks he maybe should take less chances. A stowaway on a small blue boat, Carrying lots of boxes and an old grey goat.
I look at his strong body weaken and a tear falls for my eye to his cheek, "Don't leave me. Don't you... Dare... Stay with me... I love you so you can't leave!" I whimper snivelling every now and...
I blink, and I'm awake, My senses coming to, Smoke fills my lungs, I check the house There's naught that I can do I wake my mother and father Stir my sister and brother Tell them there's a fire,...
Notice: Not a personal experience. Flames dance. Before my eyes. Killing everything. With a smoky disguise. It all falls. Tumbles to the ground. As I step outside. Barely safe and sound.
A fathers grief, trapped forever in stone. Many gather round, but I feel alone. This ancient site, with ghosts from the past. The setting sun, allows the feeling to last.
I'm bored again.......time to write. What has become of those two friendly kids who could tell jokes and laugh and play.