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My 9/11 Story

My 9/11 Story 

It was the morning and I had to get to Junior College, my first class was interesting but difficult to get to so early in the morning. I walked in tired and sat down with enough distance from Mr Bodley so he wouldnt notice my lack of enthusiasm. Music Appreciation was the class, learning about classical composers and how to listen , yes actually listen to music. As the class went on, a announcement on the PA announced that there was an attack in NYC and the Pentagon, terrorist have exploded something in those locations. Mr Bodley spoke and asked in his gentile way “Why do we kill each other so?” Class was dismissed promptly, Mr Bodley kindly told everyone the assignments while we walked out.
It was devastating to see the destruction caused by such hate. I couldnt cry or even really grasp what took place. School was cancelled the next day and then opened the day after. This morning I was eager to get to class,

Gasping for Air

I remember when I walked by myself theorizing the act. I wanted so much to have someone close to me as I thought. I knew that the walk would be easier but slow and steady. To have someone with me who could keep my pace would be no big feat. But did I want to just walk? The yards and houses gliding by my peripheral vision, the walk path in front stayed directly there as I thought. I wondered if I can twist things up if I walked a bit faster what visionary experiences would I give up. What if I ran? Running to me is not preferred since I’m out of shape but I give things a try. I began to walk faster to change the drab lonely journey a little bit, this did not change much to my visual stimuli but I became aware of my body, since no one else was. I could feel my blood pumping harder I could feel the way the body compensated for the change in temperature, it was abnormal since most of us do not realize the subtleties of oneself. If only I had someone to share this with but wait I’ve narrowed down the number who would. It was not just a walk is was now something different. That someone would have to match my speed to stay with me, so would they stay with me? I gave this thought process a miss and reconsidered my body and my visual stimulation. I wanted more it seemed and the current speed and effort was old now and lacked much. So faster I went into a jog, which would have been especially funny for people watching, a man in jeans and a t shirt swiftly passing them by, likely for some urgent matter. Nah fooled them didnt I. The view became more skewed and the yards, cars and houses were met by a swift departure, with very little to glance upon. I could feel my body pulsate with energy and the sweat dripped down as proof of my experiment. How I wished for someone to share this with me. But yet again I realized that I would have left many a fat american in the dust and likely even some fit ones as well. I narrowed down the number of people whom would join me on this journey, besides who would want to run for no good reason at all and with me. I began to feel my mortality in a glimpse clearly overshadowed by sweat and soreness,  I couldnt do this forever, God No, I wasnt capable to pour out my energy in this fashion and for this long. How I wished for someone to egg me on to push me further, to give me competition. But most would have not gotten this far, I’ve limited my options and I’ve seen why my loneliness. The tunnel to home was near and I wasn’t game to give up my couch or a cold drink but I could have. As I pulled up slowing my pace I felt the effects all over my body, my clothes stuck to me like a suckling child to its mothers breast, my legs felt weak and barely held me up to help me up the stairs, I felt every inch of my body except for the part of the body that is commonly paired to its inches, It was “hard” to think of that anyways, I wanted nothing more than to have someone who shared my recent experience but I stood there crouched over myself gasping for air.

Time

“Time heals all wounds”, bullshit

Time allows forgetfulness to sink in

Time follows your pace, leaving footsteps that cannot be rewalked

Time is the paper for our life’s map

Time gives us strength during the fall

Time is the fun or nothing at all

Time is all we have until there is no more

Time is the viewing glass to what is in store

Time is mine and Time is yours

Our times met, intertwined galore

Time reflects the proof of itself

Time is a book that is put on the shelf

Time can bring out all of our fear

But Time also reminds me of love sincere

DeathKeepsUsAllConnected: RAW FORM

DeathKeepsUsAllConnected: TORN ANGEL

DeathKeepsUsAllConnected: WISHES

Epar-Rape

How I wish to reverse it

How I want to curse it

A twisted desire 

that is as cold as fire

How you wish to reverse it

How you want to curse him

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Grandma sleeping

Cold and Tired

I am still breathing the cold 

it tires my lungs

I am still thinking in pixels

squares to compartmentalize reality

I am all that I have

because death only touches when its another 

I am cold and I’m tired

Rest assured the stones are there for throwing

and the words are there for knowing

the stars are only there for glowing

My minds place tonight is showing

I’m cold and I’m tired.