9/11
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As a New Yorker, it was a usual day as the rest.
Meeting with clients, and ordering calls was all he had to stress.
Mr. Dittmar did not expect the worst attack to come
“Mom’s not coming home.”
“Why?”
“Come here.”
Two buildings on the verge of collapse
A Fire’s bloody vengeance--
Home, Farewell, amongst the inevitable rubble
As the nights fall does the ground darken
Home, Farewell, amongst the oil black ground
accompanied by the sound of a muffled radio
A place of sorrow. A place of tears. A place of death. A place of inspiration. A place of hope.
A place where human courage was displayed with two simple words – “Let’s roll.”
American pride
is wrongfully written
its true meaning is hidden
beneath zealous jingoism
pride, on a Mohs scale, is a ten
I AM not feeling confident about this off course direction. the way im being flown isnt right.I WONDER why we are approaching that black smoke so rapidly with anger and force
Back when the two pillars of freedom collapsed
A people, galvanized, suited up and axed
The chance to make peace by going to war
Without ever asking; What are we fighting for?
Help!-One building then another.An Inferno blazing like the Sun,as a Cloud of darkness engulfs the city.
Manhattan morning singed,
sincerely mourning twins;
twinging; gingerly lingering
in remembering ringing
smoke and suffering and silence and
death
screaming, suffocated in newly created catacombs.
People have so many memories of that day
Of sadness and pain
Of national pride and anger
Of unity and fear
North and South
Rose with the Sun.
North and South
Had worries none.
North and South
Saw the End was near
North and South
Trembled in fear.
North and South
14 years ago today
I was sent home from school
and told to go play.
14 years ago today
mommy cried tears
daddy couldn't wipe away
14 years ago today
Richard Drew took a beautiful picture;
Everybody whines
It's a tragedy
All I see is exactly how I feel
when I want to flee
“You’re not in this alone. Let me break this awkward silence…”
Blared loud into eardrums
Eardrums of an emotionally unhinged fourteen year old boy
On September 11, 2001
the news came on shocking us all
The towers were crashing
and people were dashing
They sent out their teams
when they heard many screams
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
I would turn back the hands of time, to make it where airplanes did not fall out of the sky. To save those in the Twin Towers, to save the families from their grief, and to change the face of terror.
Leaves swirling,
Trees dancing,
Wind blowing.
Red is the blood of our country's martyrs,
Orange are the clouds of the setting sun,
A span of eighteen minutes.
An American Airlines Boeing 767,
Very low.
A span of eighteen minutes.
Heavy black smoke billowed into
The sky.
A span of eighteen minutes.
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
Wake up, it’s a normal day. Go to work, the normal way.
Down the street and into a building, up the elevator and down into a chair.
Typing words and drinking coffee, I hear a man telling how he got mad at his kids the other day.
What was it you were thinking?That fateful day you leapt,out of those burning towers,as we all looked on... and wept.
And it's really sad, how this all worked out.
I watched the scene alter, watched it all fall down.
With a tear or two, maybe three.
I can feel them drowning, or is it me?
I've seen the dirty city's heart
Through battered train windows revealed
by the peachy gaze of a streetlamp army
are countless streets and neighborhoods
each made up of infinite detail
I peer into your eyes,they quaver and fillbig, somber: greenthey overflow and spill. The tears thunder down your cheekslike the towers in the daythey crash and they screamfaster than anyone can pray. Your flushed cheeks utter gaspsof horror and pa
We look up and see nothing but sky
Blue, Bright, Clear
The galaxy beyond is a dream within a dream
A world eclipsed in light
As we climb towards the edge of the overwhelming darkness
On the ninth floor the copier was jammed
The ink stuck in the veins
Never making it to the well
The memo left blank
On the eleventh floor the water cooler was dry
The paper funnels useless
At five years old, I hardly understood
The tragedy that had just occurred.
I vaguely remember my kindergarten teacher
Frantically racing from one room to another
Desperately trying to gather information
As I stand here, at Ground ZeroI reflect on what happened all those years agoSo many bitter memories on my mindFrom the day I escaped with just my lifeI should be a dead man, I shouldn't be alive
Where was God when the Towers fell?
Where was God when Americans died?
Where was God when the children cried?
Oh, but God was there!
God gave courage to the men who crashed plane...
God let the towers fall...
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-
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
The world stops
if only for a moment.
Thousands of eyes glued to screens filled with colors
of red, black, and orange.
Sirens and screams blare,
personifying the panic and frenzy
of shared terror.
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
9/11, a horrific day
But, there are some people who still can say
I was there when the first tower fell
I heard the injured’s panicked yell
I ran in to try to help them all
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
Taken by surprise, shock fill my veins,
right here I stand, staring towards the crashed plane.
How big is that hole?
On that plane, one building to many souls?
Aas that an accident? a possible mistake?
Buildings falling, Fires grawling, today the gods are calling. The angels fly as survivers cry.
With iron pen, our great nation
had been established and founded,
13 colonies, all elated;
Britain, astounded.
America, the land which I'm speaking;
its forefathers pronounce,
Smoke rising to the sky.
Tears sliding from peoples' eyes.
Two towers, a field, and a pentagon set ablaze.
A nation glued to the T.V.; shocked and amazed.
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.
A man leapt from the eighty-fourth floor, arms folded back
like a V of geese. And though the cameras never caught the
Rorschach splatter of his body, I imagine the ground
The people didn't know
They never saw it coming
It's the eleventh day of September
Everyone starts running
To my mother
To my father
To my sister
To my brother
To my friend
To my lover
I ask you please
beseech you even-
Do not.
I beg of you
on bended knee
Do not.
The Twin Towers stood as tall as trees
In the middle of New York City
Parents kissed their kids
Kids went to school
But in 102 minutes
Our lives seemed to crumble
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.
I do not understand.
No hello to people on the street.
Keep walking, keep walking
Don’t make eye contact
Shit, are they talking to me?
Keep walking, keep walking.
We are cold individuals.
Vanilla cream curdles in blackberry tea;
I didn't know.
Dish soap suds, scented
With childhood and artificial lemon,
Sting my hands,
Chapped, graceless.
I shaved a sliver from my thumb with a paring knife
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.
The young the old
The brave and the bold
Their story shall always be told
As we lay down our heads
Upon our pillows in our beds
Brainwashed minds
Strolling down that busy street,
Never expecting
Disaster and freedom to meet.
Two twin shadows
Towering over the city,
Soon to be rubble
What a shame and pity.
It was just an ordinary day
We woke, refreshed, ready to start the day
It is 6 o’clock
I made eggs and then we kissed goodbye
I watched him walk off down the street
I was happy
We, were happy
It was just an ordinary day
We woke, refreshed, ready to start the day
It is 6 o’clock
I made eggs and then we kissed goodbye
I watched him walk off down the street
I was happy
We, were happy
Red as dark as cherries,
As thick as melted chocolate,
flowing in and out of the heart,
it pumps to a beat like no other.
Burning ashes fall upon my shoulders,
and screaming bodies run.
I look through the blur of faces,
and don't know what can be done.
We all felt grief,
That day we saw,
Planes crash into,
Towers so tall.
Preserving the lives,
Lost that day.
Something so awful,
You can hardly say.
Two candles, laced with the scent of new
Carpets and men in their freshly pressed
Suits, stood towering waiting to celebrate.
The truth lies the best.
For example,
Your textbook says he died
as a challenger of the lady giant,
welcomed to the American Coliseum,
but sir, that is not quite the case.
He died
Could I survive from this height?
Look, there's concrete, the whole side
falling on me.
Was it planes? I heard
that it was. It was hard
departing, a line
marching down the stairwell.
