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We are going to dig to bury our dead: Mother, father, sisters and brothers, Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers.
I don’t remember exactly what I was doing. Exactly what made me stop. I remember the storm sending shivers through the walls The raucous thunder crashing through the skies like a marching band And the rain
rain when I was a kid meant cancelled recess, rainy day projects a chance to stomp in puddles, the time to wear your pink raincoat the older I got, the more I began to fear it
You broke me , with no remorse    Broken pieces , lonely people , sharing the same empty place - with a scenery so memorable it’s painted a home in my heart.   
Quenching liquid font of life vibrant and vital luscious... Though at times wild, unchecked and destructive a deluge of drowning ravaging and raging angry waters
What Will It Take For Us To See ... We're Facing The END of Humanity ... !?! Tragedies From RISING SEAS ... !!! FLOODING Far Too FREQUENTLY ... !!! In Places That Water Just Should NOT Be ... ?!?
It was upon those rocky shores On top of the craggy rock Overlooking the tumultuous shore Of water rushing onto the sand And swiping at the blood there
I see the world differently. I grow taller and everything is smaller, But truly the world seems bigger And badder. The world is a mess. How can I do anything to make it better?  
The birds are flying Away from something shady. These birds sense danger.
Dear Change,   I used to embrace you. My young self loved you. You came often and always had a good outcome. Middle school, high school, softball teams. You were there for all of it.  
leave no trace hear the chest rise and fall the laugh echoing underneath the soles of feet camouflaging as pulses and hiding as dust
You taught me that To deal with a disaster is to  let it go to deal with the feeling of losing control to stop thinking about the inevitable. To deal with a disaster is to be brave
Dear Mother Nature,   Why do you punish the innocent And make the wind, the fire, the water and mud your instrument? What makes these storms so strong?
I want to express what’s buried in my heart But words can be fickle things that trap and hurt I want to use them to describe something wonderful and chaotic
Bone crackles Spirits lift When the flame drifts All is lost   No silent tears No silent fears When the smoke clears All is lost   The Earth keeps screaming
They had a Life full of Fun, neighbours and Family; Disaster struck and tore it all apart leaving them Funny; where use to be home is now pile of sand, stones and nothing...
My heart collapsed in manifold direction   Red spurts mimicked the infection   That split up and spread out across the hills  
Dust swirls around my face My shirt sticks, reluctant to release my back Hot sun covers everything, and brightens the area
Stay be their side, stray from their shadows. Lead them.
Je suis Click, click Black heels reverberate smoothly in sync with the lithe body of a metal barrel shining in the streetlights an omen
Call it beauty Call it beauty when the stars blanket the night sky When the birds sweeten the morning air When the rain rejuvenates the fresh soil When waterfalls look like falling pristine sugar
An earthquake in Nepal leveled cities. A crisis in Greece Collapsed an economy. A war against terror Terrorized thousands.   Disasters all over the world.   But we fight
It was an ordinary day  But ended with tears 
  Waiting for time to pass Staring at a half empty glass Who is right Who is wrong No one has the answer
I’m scared to tell you what’s going to happen, ‘Cause I’m not ready to let you go, I’m scared if I tell you, We might never grow, I’m scared to say “I love you”, ‘Cause it ain’t so,
Her heart is slowly dying. Her scars grow deeper and deeper. As she is no longer trying. Only watching the calamity beat her.   The fire surrounds her soul. She can no longer breathe, just take it in.
"The horror, the horror!" They cry; yet what does it matter? They hide their faces even as the world Did THEN.
Making a statement, I'm now living in the present But My past? made me stronger so i remember although it has passed cloudy but after the rain there's a rainbow, sun shining at last
We have some planes…four words that changed the world. Men, women, children, even a three year old girl. In 102 minutes 2,977 innocent people gone. Now families are left not able to go on.
I remember the comets   The day my walls fell— Crooked as my reality Crumbles into a rubble I felt choked as Fate’s hand throws dust Into my eyes blinding
Forget the residing pain in my stomach from the amount of running 
Floor by floor all the same with souls; persons with names Floor by floor smothered with ash; smothered in flames Floor by floor with worried looks on faces Floor by floor with no safe spaces
America will always remember this day
One of the saddest days of American History The reason it happened, we don't understand why Watching that first plane fall Was like watching fire fall from the sky 9/11 will always and forever be
Mr. Sly, your master plan congealed; the thrill of playing the two-tier game is a flaring, formidable forcefield, are gruesome goosebumps hard to tame that fixate instinct on this path
Back to a time when everyone’s prying, Or here and now where everyone’s dying. We live and we learn and now we regret, But to stay in our minds and try to forget, Of how we knew about them and murderous things,
  Hope is a wren in winter, nesting amongst black branches adorned with thorns. Flying past the last star hanging crooked in the night sky, a broken silver  bell. Singing a song to slide into the pocket of worn jeans.
I look deep into the windowless abyss falling further and further into the never ending wormhole i call a brain
 Maybe She Would Be Alive Today. If I Spoke Up And Said What I Needed To Say. If I Thought Differently and Choose A Different Path. Crazy Thing Is I Didn’t Think She Would Last.
I'm completely amazed I mean how could i forget your warm touch, your deep enchanting gaze How we would would talk for hours and never get tired The way we were meant for each other Like we were wired
Life could be serene and peaceful Like the waves of the ocean. Everyday activities could be graceful Like the waterfalls. People could be one family
Here I am sitting now Thinking of that long lost day I remember years ago The day that struck us all   I was sitting with my dad In that lonely den When on the TV came the news-of-
This is the poem I wrote when I was 12.     On the day of Nine Eleven God was crying up in Heaven He wept for all those who died He wept for all their innocent lives
I am ineloquent. My mind is a ball of yarn the cat has played with- it's tangled and mangled. Distorted. I pull the string from my mouth, but I sometimes reach knots. I am ineloquent - but only in a sense
Yes I was old seven when the planes came crashing down When firey gray skyes hit an unexpecting city and unexpected loses were abound. Yes I was tiny but I still understood not all the big words 
Impending doom, crash and burn My love is hard They never learn.  You're drifting away I'll wake you after I warned you darling I'm just disaster. 
As I look back on my Life Everything all at once hits me If I tell this story, some would not believe That a girl like me with through so much From the Hurt and the pain To the lies and rain
Wandering memories retrieved every year A different perspective from all my peers Everytime tears befall Due to the attack we all recall As I begin to slumber, I start to wonder
When the morning arises and the city blooms a flower Rooted deep in the heart of man It spreads grotesquely in the light of the brightest sun Urging forward the time for murder and creation  
When in October, the showers did fall The fierce winds piercing, they had destroyed all A roaring monster, an ominous beast
One, two, three are the lights in a dark dark place they dared to go. Go, stop. Yes, no. Which voice to listen to they're so confused. Prepare for the worst they decided to go.
being in love is floating in water, the soft fluid seeps around your limbs, and you’re at peace... eternally. nothing can change the charge inside your soul,
Superstorm Sandy took away my home.  She didn't take away the walls or the floorboards,  and my bed hasn't moved at all. But She took away our light, for all of seven solid nights.
To remember pain, confusion, and tears is a difficult thing for anyone—especially for those who do not understand.  Ten years is too short and far too long. For some, the wound has healed clean.
When love breaks its like a storm Inside everything is torn The smell of rain is rolling in You know this love is about to end For a moment everything stalls While the first rain drop has time to fall
Rubble under rubble nowhere to build what all this is trouble that no one should feel what we have does not belong what what we thought was good what we thought was ours it was all wrong
I see the blue sky, The lands are decayed brown leaves, My life's warmth is lost.
I wonder if he knows, The man who dropped the bomb, That woman has a little girl, and a husband back at home. I wonder if he knows About the job that man just got. A doctor with skilled new hands,
Oh, Sandy...why? You took away 285 lives, My father's business too, Leaving us in the dark, Not knowing what to do, We didn't have heat, Listening to the radio we were glued to our seat,
Today is the day, Where we decide aye or nay, Where we can help those in need, come on we can all hear them plead, Help us! Help us! The grounds a fallen! Parents are goin’ and children are ballin’
A beauty with wings and beady eyes flying higher than Everest It's ego soaring with every flap as it gains momentum Sharp mustard beak contradicts its soft feathers Gorgeous svelte body helps it ascend
The Holocaust burned us with memories and fears These moments where all of my faith had let loose All I could do was hide My dreams turned to ashes the more I thought I would escape
Life is quite a bumpy road. Living day by day is a battle. Life is just something one has to learn to decode. Jump on the saddle. And take life by the horns. Life is full of promising adventure.
The winds blow as well as they create waves I stand walking on water The sea creeps from behind then I feel it crashing against my ankles They blow even harder as they walk across the earth
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