Scratching the Surface (Poems)

9/11

Hello....

I meant to get this out two days ago, but I wasted my time trying to actually write something. I failed. So, instead, here is a few of poems about 9/11 that I really like. 

Which one's your favorite? 

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List of "Don't Forget's" and "Remember's"

We were eight.

Before September 11th, we would wake up with a list of "Don't Forgets"
Don't forget to wash your face
Don't forget to brush your teeth
Don't forget to do your homework
Don't forget to wear your jacket
Don't forget to clean your room
Don't forget to take a bath

After September 11th, we wake up with a list of "Remembers"
Remember to greet the sun each morning
Remember to enjoy every meal
Remember to thank your parents for their hard work
Remember to honor those who keep you safe
Remember to value each person you meet
Remember to respect other's beliefs

Now we are nine. 

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110 Floors 

110 stories fell on top of me today,
I didn't think the pain would ever go away.

When it finally did I realized where I was at,
Sitting at the gates of Heaven was exactly where I sat.

I tried to remember; at last it finally came,
Could this be a joke? Is this some sick twisted game?

A loud explosion from upstairs,
People panic and start to yell,

A man in a wheel chair starts to cry,
All I could think of was I was going to die.

Step after Step we ran from our fears,
I thought I would drown from the flow of our tears.

People started panicking and going insane,
I knew exactly what they were feeling for I felt their pain.

Nobody knew what happened,
All we knew was we didn't have long,
To get out of the building before it was collapsed and gone.

All of a sudden I felt the ground start to shake,
None of this was real it was totally fake.

Then the floors started to fall,
I froze from panic, and couldn't believe what I saw.

The smoke was so thick I couldn't see,
Why in the world was this happening to me?

My life is now gone; on this earth I have no more time, 

Even though I'm innocent I never committed the crime. 

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Who Am I 

I am no one special.

I'm the little boy that gives up his favorite teddy bear so that a stranger might be comforted.

I'm the single mother who has been trying to teach her child to sleep in their own bed, who holds them tight long into the night, thanking God it wasn't her child that died.

I'm the old man, angry and resentful that his military doesn't want him because of his age.

I'm the teenage girl that spends hours cutting ribbons for others to wear as a symbol of remembrance.

I'm the young man who doesn't understand why his father was running up the stairs as the building fell, trying to save just one more person, instead of saving himself.

I'm the old woman who will never see her grandchild again.

I'm the little girl, playing with her doll, who can't understand when someone screams hateful things at her because of where her family is from.

I'm the police officer, trying to keep idiotic reporters safe, when his wife is still among the missing.

I'm the fire fighter that called in sick that day, only to discover that someone else died in his place.

I'm the man who survived the falling building only to learn that his sister and baby niece were in the plane.

I'm the secretary, angered by the seemingly callous response of those around her.

I'm a spelunker, who is climbing down into the remains of a building, hoping to find someone still alive.

I'm the dog handler, searching for bodies, that has to comfort my animal when only death remains.

I'm the woman who stands in line for five hours in order to give blood, hoping to help strangers in need.

I'm the man who gets up and goes to work every day, in spite of the tragedy, because he still has a family to feed.

I'm the first passenger to get back on a plane, even though I'm terrified, because I know somebody has to be first.

Who am I?

I'm nobody special.

I'm just an American.