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Literature Text
A young boy awoke,
To a lit candle by his bed,
He looked at his father's picture,
And talked to him, even though he knew he was dead,
He died in the towers,
Five years ago,
When terrorist felt it was a good idea,
To attack the American people,
The boy stared at his hands,
Then got out of his bed,
Walked to his mother's room,
And tapped on her head,
She was already awake,
Endless tears in her eyes,
As she looked at the American Flag,
With thoughts of her husband in her mind,
She looked at her son,
And she smiled at his face,
She kissed his head,
Even though sadness was the case,
They both ate breakfast,
With a grim silence in the air,
The boy even made a bowl of cereal for his dad,
Even though he wasn't there,
They lit more candles,
For the places that were bombed,
And the boyplaced his father,
Between him and his mom,
They prayed for a while,
Tears rolled from their eyes,
But they knew in their minds,
That he was still alive,
He was a hero,
He gave up his life,
To save a man falling,
From the tower's heights,
He gave the men courage,
To move along,
So they wouldn't be hurt,
Or else, gone,
As the last man got away,
The towers collapsed,
The little boy's father,
Was caught in the steel trap,
As the boy and his mother,
Rose form their knees,
They let their tears roll,
From their eyes to their feet,
The boy gave a glance,
To his father again,
And ran outside,
To salute with other men,
Noone's eyes were dry,
But to the skies they glared,
And by every crying eye,
The hand of a lost loved one was there.
To a lit candle by his bed,
He looked at his father's picture,
And talked to him, even though he knew he was dead,
He died in the towers,
Five years ago,
When terrorist felt it was a good idea,
To attack the American people,
The boy stared at his hands,
Then got out of his bed,
Walked to his mother's room,
And tapped on her head,
She was already awake,
Endless tears in her eyes,
As she looked at the American Flag,
With thoughts of her husband in her mind,
She looked at her son,
And she smiled at his face,
She kissed his head,
Even though sadness was the case,
They both ate breakfast,
With a grim silence in the air,
The boy even made a bowl of cereal for his dad,
Even though he wasn't there,
They lit more candles,
For the places that were bombed,
And the boyplaced his father,
Between him and his mom,
They prayed for a while,
Tears rolled from their eyes,
But they knew in their minds,
That he was still alive,
He was a hero,
He gave up his life,
To save a man falling,
From the tower's heights,
He gave the men courage,
To move along,
So they wouldn't be hurt,
Or else, gone,
As the last man got away,
The towers collapsed,
The little boy's father,
Was caught in the steel trap,
As the boy and his mother,
Rose form their knees,
They let their tears roll,
From their eyes to their feet,
The boy gave a glance,
To his father again,
And ran outside,
To salute with other men,
Noone's eyes were dry,
But to the skies they glared,
And by every crying eye,
The hand of a lost loved one was there.
Literature
Sad and alone
You were one there for me
With arms wide open
Your eyes looked at me lovingly
But right here...right now
You just left me here alone
I have no one to hold now
No one to care for me
I feel so lonley now
My tears fall down like drops of rain
My heart is as cold as ice
My Eyes filled with bitter blackness
My mind is now a raging storm
When you left my life
All these things happened to me
I can't imagen why you did this
You made me laugh
You made me smile
You made me happy
But now...
But now you made me cry
You made me sad
And now my lonely smile hides my broken heart
What could I do...
What could i say...
To make you come
Literature
Confused
I shouldn't feel this way,
Should I?
So many thoughts,
So many emotions,
All jumbled together;
Each fighting for the right
To be the strongest in its class.
I've been freed,
Yet I've never felt so enslaved.
I feel exhilaration,
Yet I've never felt so dejected.
I'm alive,
For what seems like the first time in my life,
And yet,
All the life has been completely stripped from me,
Leaving me weak and vulnerable.
This feeling;
What is it?
This battle that is raging on inside me,
How will it unfold?
Will it make me better? Stronger?
More importantly,
Will I survive this battle?
My world has vanished from beneath me,
And now
Literature
Life Sucks...
I hope I fucking die,
Right here, Right now.
I hope your fucking happy.
You little bitch!
Before I said "yes"
You made me promise
Not to cut, Well...
Guess what?
That promise is broken now...
Look what I can do...
...I have 7 scars because of you...
I dont even know why I cry over you....
...I've been hurt by you so many times, yet...
I still fucking love you...I cant get your stupid fucking voice out of my god damn head...
Your stupid face still haunts me...
i just want you gone...gone....gone....
f.o.r.e.v.e.r...
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Today's Sep. 11 and everyone feels all sad and stuff, so I felt like making a poem to go with today.....didn't want to seem disrespectful to anybody who lost a loved one in the atks 5 years ago....
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