tragedy
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Mermaids and sirens
Swim in the ocean
One of the mermaids
Wishes to walk on the
Water with one of
The sirens, but
Her mother warns her
"No!"
And his father has
She rises up to the scaffold
As the city crumbles down
Her chest is presented
Put on display, for the whole
World to see, but never interpret
A girl with no name,
But a use, "The Interpreter"
The ascension and descension of a ferris wheel
Cycling slowly as I feel your lips with mine
World crashing down as we float up and feel
Space lifting us while gravity fails to keep us in line
'Twas the summer of 1958
I traveled the country of Italy
And the breeze was great
In my floral hat and flowing dress
I danced all over the city
In Portofino, and I never would've guessed
Your mother fought this battle as a child
Made your future a promise of her peace
Yet you bring this war back upon her
Does it feel grand, to slay your father
Look into his eyes and twist the blade
Streets bustling with cars, Trees crammed with birds. But afar in a family’s yard, A gathering is happening with an exchange of words. All was calm with the meet. So many uncles and cousins to greet. Hot dogs, burgers, peaches and jam, It
It was Christmas Day and a horrible incident was about to unfold.When it happened, I was only four years old.It was Mom's last Christmas, she'd never have another.I found my dad's gun and I shot and killed my mother.
An intoxicated man hit a woman's car when he decided to drive.She didn't die when her car was struck but her son didn't survive.She couldn't even attend her son's funeral because she was hospitalized.
When I fired my gun at a criminal, I accidentally shot an innocent bystander.I made a horrible mistake, I was supposed to shoot someone else than her.
A 17 year old boy put a bunch of firewrks on his head.The fuses were lit and when they exploded, he was dead.His mother was angry and tried to have fireworks banned.But there was something that his mother didn't understand.
Wir wissen nicht
Wenn wir uns verabschieden
Denn morgen
Gehört nur Gott im Himmel
Wir wissen nicht
It’s woven into the fibre of my being
to expect tragedy.
Even in the wake of the good things
my mind is plagued by
the thought of what could be.
Don't make us become displaced.
Never make us feel misplaced.
that would be a disgrace.
Trauma and tragedy,
no one should have to face.
Fun games ,not war.
Say no to gore.
as heat envelops my small body,
and the earth disappears from view,
i have to wonder what i did
to deserve this debut.
The Journey Back
is an interesting one
miles of walking on
tired, callused, bloodied feet.
treading back over
that eroded ground.
A daughter and heiress, Gracefully radiant in her chamber.Recklessly entertaining a new suitor,Loveless joy with heavy breath,The moonlit night air cooling against sweat covered skin.
Let me tell you about the most tragic love story that has ever been known.It's about a man who had a lover and her name was Pauline Jones.It happened thirty-five years in the past.But sadly, it was destined not to last.
It has been 20 years since the towers fell. Two decades to mourn
Two decades to heal,
But the scars run just as deep as they did twenty years prior.
Just as deep as the wounds that bleed into our streets
Tell me your lies, tell me your sins
tell me the life that might have been
they have killed you oh once-mighty-one
for you have wilted under the withering sun
the golden god so fierce and brave
A stained glass tragedy
A matching crystal ball
Tossed much like that of bowling
Speeding orbs down God's old rumored hall
Unspoken, unidentified tragedies ...
I wonder if bad news and devastation are better delivered
With the merciless blow, like finding out you'll die just before Christmas
You Know I Really Didn't Want To Write ...
About The ... " Tsunami " ... !!!
But Every News Channel's Gone Tsunami Barmy ... !!!
Somewhat Like George And His Terrorist Army ...
She was the most beautiful thing in the room
He gazed upon her radiance in awe of her,
Her eyes soon met his and he was engulfed by her warmth
For in her eyes he saw galaxies
tragedies worldwideflooding my senses daily...fill my bag of tears
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© 2018 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
My wife and I both worked at a video game store.They closed and we're not working there anymore.They closed their doors because of this damn Coronavirus.We're unemployed and no other businesses are willing to hire us.
Here I walk, alone,
Down a cobblestone road.
Here I walk, alone,
Left with my hollow thoughts.
Here I walk, alone,
Wondering what to do.
I can't go back home,
Not after what happened.
The inspiration I have gathered and grasped
from the ashes of this exhausted relief
fuels a fire untouchable to man
Rising up as the fire burns inside
The Cherry Blossoms began to bloomTheir beauty was extraordinaryA young girl with a big puffy sunflower dress Giggled and danced by the tree
Dear Father,
You were there for my birth
At least I think you were
But that’s about it
You saw me growing up
But I would rarely see you
When the flowers claw their way out of the barren ground
And bloom into the blue of your eyes
Will I be reminded of you
I remember the day I first saw you
A statue, mourning the loss
There once was a traveler from a distant land,
She traveled to the mountains and the sand,
One time she traveled to the furthest peak,
Ruins are what build the integrity
Of a man destroyed by love.
Though the red glass of his heart shatters,
The golden sinews of his character tightens
To create a new person.
It’s happening again,
Such unbearable pain,
And if my soul is crying
As my heart is breaking, then that’s fine…
I’ve let so many people down,
Lost so many beautiful opportunities,
There I was
A little girl
Who did not know
What life would bring
I used to wonder
The sound comes from down the hall
It draws nearer as you fill with dread
They reach the classroom
Shots fire through the room
They're sisters
for each other, but still bicker
Family that once was
Then the summer of 2012 comes around
An eleven-year-old girl
You told me I was your little pearl.
Glimmering and white,
Pure and loved,
A beauty to beat the rising sun.
I was naïve and innocent,
TAAKA vodka, purple harleys, and cigarette rolling trays.
The smell of pancakes and pretty summer days, the littlest things
Are what triggers the replays
Of the horrific day
My daddy took his life away
“Almost”
An adjective meaning very near or not quite.
What a terrible word that holds a painful truth.
I dread these six letters, as anyone would.
March, march, march, marching to the beat
The rhythmic pounding of a hundred feet.
From porch to mill, making no profits
The sharp, stinging, rattle of empty pockets.
I can't hold on,
I can't let go...
I keep on breathing
But each breath is suffocating.
My heart keeps pounding
But in my own blood,
I'm sinking.
It’s a tragedy for those of us who stay the same
When time tries to heal, but we stand against the winds of change
Because you resist, you’ll make the same mistakes
Those are the choices of us living not in love but hate
I love the way the sunlight shines on him
The way the sun seems to reach out for him
Only him
His eyes are the most beautiful brown
I hated brown
But I could never hate brown on him
//
i was your flower.
you watched me grow
and admired my beauty
all while knowing
that you were going to kill me
//
Please fill my lungs up with sealing wax
Archaic artifice is familiar; let this be how I die
I could not live with myself
In these twisted refractions
I could not go on
Leave me alone!
I am not your property,
I am not your slave
Dont climb on top of me!
Dont hold me down,
Dont scream in my face
Leave me to cry alone
Why wont you please leave this place?!
The Valentine Affair:
“Matter and rules,” said the decider. “is to be followed with bonding trust.”
Through the down-way of the fawning adulation,
Into the valley of sixty nights of admiration.
The cameras flickered all over the place
But to only one direction were they intended
The figure that stood like a sculpture
Like displayed gold that everyone tried to get a glimpse
Marionette onu! The big heroine
Strange that the woman doesn’t seem to mind.
She’s surely Celtic -- or was,
years ago. (Her skin’s too pink for the Mediterranean. Besides
the half-regretted magic on her brow
betrays her Briton-born.)
Spot her across the room
Smile, look away
Allow a minute or two to pass
Make sure she’s still there
Pay your respects
don't disrespect
it's bitter days
my mind astray
your silhouette
drawn by the bay
there on the floor
She waits, silently in the lifeless yard. The sky that night, dark and starred. She lays there, waiting, its getting late. When he comes, they'll leave this fate.
Come and see,
as the sun sets in all of its glory to touch rays of waning light
upon a quiet hill of houses with the peace of doves
and a story like the stars,
She will always be there
She has the voice to encourage and inspire
Your mother may have passed on
But, she is still there to motivate and push you to reach higher
She often showed tough love
Her hand reaches out
As his pulls away
Grasping air
Grasping nothing
“Don’t…”
She whispers
Desperation near
Moments are melancholy
Because lives have been lost
People are in a state of bewilderment
Dithered, confused, and distraught
Nothing but a chaotic scene
Filled with lots of bitterness
Senseless acts of violence
Sadly, took away innocent lives
Nothing but mass confusion
Filled with corruption and strife
Loved ones are grieving in sorrow
Tears are falling down endlessly
For the men who cried and died on 9-ll,
whose son was only seven,
The planes that crashed and burst into flames,
Oh how it was such a shame,
Your mother may have passed on
But, she is still there
You can here her voice
Telling you to be aware
She loved you unconditionally
Always there to guide and protect
She may have been tough on you
Have the strength
To continue on
Think large, take charge
And be heartstrong
Your mother wanted the best for you
For she was always sincere
She may be gone now
But, memories of her are still there
Why do I feel distressed?
For my opulence,
Luxury or success.
Look, I did nothing wrong
I was born,
My heart collapsed in manifold direction
Red spurts mimicked the infection
That split up and spread out across the hills
All that is left are memories
When a loved one sadly passes on
One never really gets over the loss
But, you must be strong
Never forget what your mother taught you
She always wanted you to do your best
When you’re young, you’re invincible
There are no consequences
You drive too fast, slurp too many shots, and run faster than your legs want to go
She is no longer there
But, you can still hear her voice
To guide and protect you
And to help you make the right choice
Never forget what she taught you
She was always there
Mother was forever sincere
Wasn’t it just night outside?
I can feel the sun.
Somehow I find myself again
splayed on the couch
SVU still muted on the screen.
Every morning starts like this,
in blurred disarray
It's only 5 letters but feels more like a mouthful.
You've bit off more than you can chew now you're choking on it.
You can't swallow your pride so you spit it out.
Of course, it was a date.
I was lying back on the chair,
my nervous heart pumping,
While she sat on the other side of the table
Looking beautiful as ever.
I still remember what my former life was like
I was the jock, can you believe it?
For fourteen years I wore the number 7
The crowds cheered for me
I thought my team was my family
Find it in you
To carry on
Losing a loved one is hard
But, you must have the will to be heartstrong
Cherish all the memories
And wear your heart on your sleeve
Think of the grand moments
The lady falls like the dying leavesSoft and slow, forlorn and sweetOn a whim, she gives her heartWanting only to play her partYou speak, she hangs on every wordYou smile, she burnsYou touch, she shivers
Marion had driven past the lake
More times than she could hope to count.
She lived on its banks with her husband
And their five children, who loved the lake.
"Yes your majesty
You claim
But it turned to trajedy
Not fame
The core left me
Am i to blame?
what's it bring me?
Nothing but shame
But when i called out
Nobody came
Sweet Amaryllis,my stunningcrimson flower,pierces her hearttime and againwith pridefuldetermination& a glinting,gilded arrow.How many nightshas she waited,a smile playing
Intoxicated by the blood on your sleeve
I can't look away at what a frightening scene
you've clearly conceived.
Abortion wasn't necessary when your ovaries spit out
what may as well be your deadly diseases,
At 17, she thought she had the world Butterflies, tears of joy in her eyes She held on tight, no in between liesTime to let go, here comes the surprise
Everyone needs to wake up
We just need to realize
That tragedy and terror
Is taking place right before our eyes
Nothing but sad and dark moments
Many are in a state of disbelief
She may be gone
But, her spirit lives on
Very energetic and goal-oriented
She possessed a heart that was strong
She was witty and very pretty
A photojournalist that was sincere
We as a nation
Seem bitter and lost
Nothing but mass confusion
Along with lots of frustration
Many people sadly perish
So suddenly
Tragic situations occur
Very unexpectedly
On that dreadful morning
Really hard to believe
Pain and suffering are still there
Families continue to grieve
There was nothing but turmoil
Destruction and devastation
A total uproar
So callous is the mind of manWhen fear and rage take overGood intentions lostBlame set forthDown goes the ship of our discontentmentAway with our simple troublesWe forget we live
i do not have scars,
nor am I scarred
or marked by such
i am the scar
the tree's root
a tissue formed in
passed over scenes
the wound's product
The world became a better place on the day when you were born.But on the day of your death, it was like the pricking of a thorn.You guest starred in Happy Days, Fantasy Island, Our House and Chips.
You were born in December of 1975.It's a shame that you didn't survive.You were a great actress, one of the very best.It's not surprising that you became a success.
Opportunities aren’t abound for women like me
My face has been stepped on
My history utterly destroyed
They haven’t fared well
If one can imagine them left in my position at birthIf our lives were switched
I met her on a Thursday.I talked with her on a Thursday.I bought her a coffee and gave her my number and fell for her on a Thursday.
She was a bloom of light under the moon at night
a blossom bombardment of beauty, I surrendered
among the roses, seeking my purpose in sight
I could only sway in my place, unable to venture
contention that cannot vindicate
fractured expression to tell fancy tries
one thousand days from you could not abate
flowing loving water behind my eyes
no one rewards silent screams not even death
Anna
“You can’t have sex wearing a wig” she said
That line could’ve made me laugh
If she wasn’t clutching the sides of her head
Wondering what choice did she have.
How is it like to resume?
Strobe lights and that's a grand foyer.
Was not water.
Grass and more grass,
and a railroad
elongating reluctantly to some point;
A tornado of railroad.
The draw of his affection pulled as if the center of his soul
Was a binary star to her impeding gravity.
The point at which his universe collided into hers
Became an instance of impenetrable serenity.
Broken chains, shattered windows.
They're no tame, so don't get too close.
Run run away, until you see the light of day.
she stands alone
in the dark
dark closing in
as the tears fall
she feels pain
within
her heart aches
but she cant let go
the past a memory
her breaths thinner
and less
What is love?
his pitiful weeping, hunched shoulders shaking like a 9.5 earthquake
his pain, sudden and hot, the mind is blank, but the body still feels
his screams of agony, he'sdeadhe'sdeadhe'sdead
The day after the rainstorm
The most peaceful day of all
The raindrops still lay upon the grass
But the sun has come to greet his admirers
The day after the rainstorm
White empty walls surrounded me,
The sound of whispers disturbed me,
I sat on a cold hard table, afraid and alone…
I was told to lie back and relax as they put a mask over my nose and mouth.
You are the green and I am the black
That make up the northern lights.
The light and the dark together;
The most beautiful of the sky's sights.
Love is everything
in science love is reproduction
in poerty love is tragedy
in movies love is fate
in childhood love is grotesque
in war love is scarce
in time love is stronger
You said goodnight to your parents last night
they told to go get a good night rest
You were so excited to run that marathon you had been training for, for months, tomorrow
I am hearing my name, faintly.
The crying, the yelling, getting clearer.
I am coming to, realizing what has happened.
Glass, all over, windshield shattered.
I glance over to Em, mouth moving
Little Angles
A Tribute to the Fallen Children of Sandy Hook
I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my love of Shakespeare.
He led me to the world of Macbeth and King Lear.
He taught me to die for love in Romeo and Juliet.
And live with no regret.
Back and forth the currents sway/ the way is soon upon us/ The finish so near yet/ all around me has happened thus far/ the tyranny of the lights ever glimmering/ ever blazing/ the people in the trek/ some dying some fading/ For what cause be such
I wish you would've stayed,
and I wish you would've cared.
I wish you would've looked at me
and seen how you stripped me bare.
Too young
These two simple words always thrown in my ear.
Too young to know life.
Too young to feel fear.
You see me on the outside,
never seen me within.
You tell me i'm young,
I thought I saw a smile,
Though I know it can’t be true
Seeing you try so hard,
Part of me died with you
You lived for family, God, and country
The Red, White, and Blue
A joker isn’t always funny,
A house isn’t always a home,
A father isn’t always a dad,
A bad person isn’t always an enemy.
But twelve have passed, and thousands remain suffering.
And by now it is Thursday,
I can see, but I am blind.
I can hear, though I am deaf.
I can speak, yet I am mute.
I find myself wandering, like a spirit,
Walking the same path over.
I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
It is fitting that my grandfather should die tonight,
How convenient that this is the very moment I have nightmared about
Here comes to us, at powerful speedA warrior on his valiant steedWho will never in a thousand years recedeAbout to perform a noble deedWith his majestic battle corpsWith confidence eager and secure
Drain my skin with hands that plunge into my flesh.
Ruby drops streaming down my arms, my legs, my chin.
Sliding and mixing with salty sweat and tears.
All this suffering - it makes no sense
How one could live through such nonsense.
Minute by minute, the pain increases
As it rips through her veins like shards and pieces.
There he sits, glaring up at me: I shudder.
In wondering the meaning for this
strange interaction, haunting memories appear.
Now, he is my Paris: with no comparison to
my true love, Romeo.
Rushed out of school, without a clue in the world
Thousands of people died in the last half hour
Moms, dads, sons, and daughters..
Whilst playing in the grass,
with my favorite cousins,
I happened to see,
a little black bird.
And the bird cocked its head.
And the bird chirped.
A couple months later,
my aunt died.
Hit the floor running, that's what they say
But there's only so far you can run
In this bricked up place with these
tiled floors filled with sickness, sad-
ness, and sterilization. But that's why I'm here:
Cursing lights flood the dark,
Stains of grey upon the road
Twisting, Wrenching
Streams Slip
Slowly, slickly, down the damp
hills hidden behind the curve of my left shoulder
----suntanned, scarred----
The student body
gathered outside
that winter night
on one of the
windiest days of
the year
and we held
candles in
paper cups
between the
spaces in our
cotton gloves
War is not a thing it is an emotion
It was what is told across the oceans
The truth - world is so much bigger
So much more beautiful and wide.
Not understood in the time that abides.
I used to watch him from a distance
For I knew my feelings for him could never come into existence
As long as our families hated each other
Just because our skin color was of another
Vivid nights
Imagination
Wishing endlessly
Sweet intoxication
My mind runs free
Through fields of smoke
Can't think no more
If I awoke...
Buildings crumble,
Down in the street.
Ones that stood so humble,
Now resign at my feet.
Planes take a break,
People cry out.
What else could they take?
Live fly about.
What were you doing when our lives were changed forever
I know were I was on September 11,2001 do you
It was 1st grade and I was on my way back from morning gym
I walked in all my teachers were huddled around the T.V.
Alive I am Alive yes I am Alive
My bones tingle with the energy of life itself
The energy of life surrounds me it protects me it cradles me, guides me
guidance
It seems fine
the wine is flowing
Laughter is swirling the room
Sadness is blockaded from entering
That rush of panic
Im running!
I want to forget reality!
Only wanting to reach
Time.
If I stood, toes pointed forward, at the walls of ebony stone
and watch the endless gallons dive, deep pits of New York;
imagine the steel crashing thunder, smoking tower higher,
I am here with you in Boston--
where the earth plummets to the gravel to the pearly gates.
Where the holy land is lost.
You remember the hands
the grip that held you in place
the force he stained in your soul
in your inner grave.
You remember the pain,
how he yelled,
you screamed,
the vulnerability.
Remnants of strong people, jolted out of place.
Strong like cement paved over with silence.
A steady flow of memory filled with photos,
What is it I do, as a true blue Woman?
I fight for justice so free, for love, for me-
Me and mine, and you'll find
that my kind, though we may bind
each other, one another, our OWN brother
In Memorium of September 11
Shatter goes the windows of the first Twin tower.
Smash goes the side of the second Twin tower.
Accidental, people thought until the third plane hit the Pentagon.
Her white dressed figure dances in front of me.
The clouds that cover the night sky gently surround the night
I reach out to touch her beautiful face, the face of my love.
There once were two lovers put onto a train
With nothing to lose but a lot to gain
As they were heading towards a new state
Without really knowing that they sealed their fates.
Skipping lines and skipping parts
Do you know wherethebegginingstarts
Feel the constant beating of your heart.
Then all of a sudden.
It falls apart
My tears are sweetly urged,
My heart is cut deep,
The pricks of thorns are heavy burdens on my heart,
And my soul cries, “Forfeit to death!”
Oh, darkened heaven,
Teach me to forget to think of love.
The silence of a corrupted world,
And to that a single voice replies.
Can we ever really change,
This world.
we live in poverty
"Abnormality"
With all the Hunger
And the pain
The tragedy
Round curls and shiny locks
In gold, red, and brown
Bounce on their foreheads
As they skip and run through the halls.
