disaster
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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
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
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
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
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 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
