This lovely summer morning,
In dear old London town,
The sky so blue above me,
Not a thing could make me frown,
The smile I wear so proudly,
As I walk down the busy street,
Is quite abruptly shaken,
Like the ground beneath my feet.
The sound of cars in rush hour,
Overtaken by one loud blast,
It's still so hard to remember,
Everything just happened so fast.
The screams that filled the air then
Were enough to chill my blood,
But not until I turned around
Did my eyes start to flood.
Never before and never again,
Will I ever see a sight,
So terrifying as what I saw
this morning which started so bright...
The clear blue sky was filled with smoke,
And panic clenched my heart,
Somewhere inside me I feared that this
Attack was merely a start.
From here the chaos would surely spread,
They'd only just begun,
The frightening thing about terror is...
There's nowhere you can run.
They never saw it coming,
All those people on that bus,
They got on there that morning
Without a doubt of trust.
This city's safe we told ourselves,
They'll never touch us here,
But now the fact that we deceived ourselves
Has become all too clear...
And so I sit and try not to stare
As the bodies are carried away,
No one will ever be able to forget
What happened here this day...
Terror struck in my hometown and I thought,
"That could've been me..."
Will this threat never be erased?
Will we never again be free?
I could have lost my life this day,
And I thank God that I still live,
Yet to be free of this terror,
How many more lives must we give?
I wish it all would simply end,
As I look at death so near,
But I realize, that look in my eyes,
Is what they want... it's fear.
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Written July 23rd, 2005
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A people without honor or self respect attacked London and New York. Only a coward hides and kills. I'm sorry it was witnessed by you.Theirs is a sick creed to exsist by,and they will not win the war of nerves.They must fear and hide from this world.~~Suseann
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I think that it's great that you expressed yourself. It's clear this had a very large impact on you, by the tone of the piece. It really sounds like you needed to get it out, to make sense of it all, you know? So, on that, I'll nice work.
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I know the feeling of fearing terrorism. This shows it really well. Alhtough I haven't come face to face with it, my family lives in New York and several members of my family are in Israel. It's kind of scary seeing the news and knowing that my family may be in danger. You wrote about this topic in a very meaningful way. Your ability to describe the situation is impecapable. This is an amazing piece and you should definately keep writing.
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This is a wonderfully written piece. I loved the flow of the poem. You done an excellent job on your word selection and you created vivid images of that day. Very outstanding piece. Thank you for posting and I look forward to reading more of your work.
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Excellent
It is great for me to have read this because it is such a good poem, in the recount of what happened and the feelings that you have. Reading this piece almost make it real like im there, it takes the reader to the scene and i tjink this as a result of your great imagery generated by your use of words and the flow.
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Beatiful Poem, for an ugly day.
Wow man. I am truly impressed. This is one of your better pieces. This was truly a tragedy. You showed the pain and anger that many Londoners (?) must have felt, after the macabre event. Yet, despite making it angry you managed to keep it...Dare I say beautifully writen. Yes, I know coming from me it probably doesnt mean much, but I mean what I'm writing man. You are quite talented. Good write. -
Wow Kyle... in all honesty I didnt expect this. Your stanza form I did, because it's what your best at. But the words you used and the way you use them again.. startle me..
And panic clenched my heart,
Somewhere inside me I feared that this
Attack was merely a start.
From here the chaos would surely spread,
They'd only just begun,
The frightening thing about terror is...
There's nowhere you can run.
that stanza. It leaves a dent in my composure because again, its the brutal truth. It's almost a morose feeling that... no matter what you do... no matter where you go.. there you are and there's no escaping what's apart of you (so to say)
your last few lines were just as big of an impact. I mean... >.< Goddamn it.. why'd I have to read this thing on a day I was sick. if I wasnt sick I'd be all wordy and make you snicker and pick up a damned dictionary.
Your poem is a mural of subtle truths that assult a mind known in the heart to explode with pain from the fear that someone can provoke within.
This poem is a prime example of what is in, a blend of characterisitcs that examine the way of masochistic men get their jollies...
(if that makes any sense... doesnt think it does)
Anywho, the way you wrote this poem and the way your personified yourself in a calm, slightly astonished way... I dont know.. I feel like I was right there next to you as you spoke... and thank the heavens it isnt your home town. *cuddles you warmly* You stay out of london... and out of new york, ya hear?
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Excellant. Were you really there? I am sorry if you were. This is a very good poem, really good imagery.
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