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Checklist for a teacher; remember that there are no guarantees. No city is safe in this place that touts the gun-waving will save you.
No, I don't want to be a teacher equipped with a gun
A gun doesn't stop another gun
I went to a new school
When I was six years old
One day our teacher got a call
Hide. Is what we were told
Kids went under desks and into closets
Hide anywhere you can!
I can still hear it ringing in my ear
It’s been months now, but I still can’t shake the fear
Tears roll down my face
Thinking back on the time when I was all but safe
I still remember the stormy weather
Years from now
say 2034
I stand around
wanting nothing more
than to be where i am
a place so grand
everything according to
a careful plan
The walls are soft
As a kid
two brothers on either side
of my timeline
our play time was mostly
outside,
playing violent baseball
and digging up worms for fishing.
In doing this
I never understood
Silence
We were suppose to be silent.
Kids poured out of classrooms
Their mouths still moving,
Chatter fills the room.
Talking
Author's Note:
I wrote this the day after the Stoneman Douglas Shooting on February Fourteenth, 2018.
Elaine Jane,
Born to poor dropouts, yet still had a brain.
Might not swing hammer, still moved from Alabama,
Almost killed by a school shooter manna’
How many more need to die?
I wonder why.
I wonder how many families cry
because
The till is filled, but even still
One bullet, two kills.
It’s sickening.
Makes me want to vomit.
Makes me wonder what this Earth wants
And why everyone’s on it.
2018 was supposed to be
The year I graduate,
Safety.
Does it even exist?
High schools, middle schools, elementary's at risk.
the gun in her bag went off but it was only a prequel
three more kids 12-year-old girl shot four people.
Note: This poem is not based off real people or events, any resemblance is completely coincidental.
Tomorrow is Thursday
I’ll be remembered, in my own way.
Brazen youth facing the sun, we viewed the skies
Azure blue temple spreads for miles from my eyes,
forests and beaches and foreign lands, we build new fleet
A city that never dies vibrating beneath our feet
A school shooting so damn close to home
I know everyone says it but
You never expect it to happen so close to you.
Always seems so far away when it's on the news
Until it happens to you
The clocks were pointing at twelve.
Lunch Period.
Nobody knew about the kid crying in the bathroom stall.
He pressed a revolver to his temple,
waiting for the courage to sieze him.
I did the right thing.
It became clear that no one else shared my concern.
There was a gun
In my dorm
Somewhere behind a closed door
Uninspired
Unwelcome
America has never been great
I banged my head against walls
To get out of school
Because I couldn’t face my abusers anymore
Two shots ring out,
Everyone hearing people shout.
Two more, three more, four more.
The shooter blocking the door.
11 bodies laying there,
Lived one's later thinking this isn't fair.
The souls of the many
Were taken to the gates that day
That day where a deranged boy decided to kill
Looking out the window sill
You don’t see their souls being carried up to the clouds
But they are
The Man who shot is not the name to rememberWhen horror came to the fourteenth of December
Mary, Nate, John, Kate, here with a wave of the hand,
just a normal day at school, with the same stupid rules.
Focus is broken, when announcement has spoken,
Teachers lock doors, students get on the floor.
The sun was shining on the bus window
I was ready to relax as I walked through the doorway
When I got inside my home I turned on the local news show
I had no idea what they were going to say
...
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright.
Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites.
Twenty eager minds, ready to learn.
Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright.
Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites.
Twenty eager minds, ready to learn.
Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
Hearts were broken, Families torn,Tears are shed,Love was born.Forget the sadness, Remember the memories,Think of the children,Not the enemies,Lives were lost,anger is shown,
Tragedies are an interesting concept.You can spend hours doing the aftermath,how did we end up on this path?A town, full of smiles and laughter. A beautiful image to capture.Twenty young minds ready to learn.
Some may say I am crazy, Or even insane, But the Little Bodies that laid staring, Could have been saved, The problem that most see is different, In the eyes of those who have grown around, To know the problem that most see, Changes everything to m
BOOM.
Get down,
Go where it’s safe
There’s nothing to worry about
It’s just a firecracker
The celebratory roar
On December 14, 2012, Olivia Rose Engel, 6, left Sandy Hook Elementary school and joined the angels in Heaven.
Reason for Return
April 7th, 2013
It’s a barren cold winter
Frozen and cracked across the surface
Our breath stops in the air above us
Our breath leaves us and huddles together in frigid air
Days pass and days end
Glancing at the sun
His beam, his hand of help
Lighting our path for the day ahead
The sun arose as usual,
bringing with it the pattering of small shoes
followed by the clacking of heels
down wooden corridors,
to colorful rooms,
for another day of learning.
I walk in the doors of his perpetual hell-hole.
Just another day. Or so it seems.
Halfway through first period, the teacher drones on and on.
Pretending everything's okay.
NO IT'S FUCKING NOT!
Round curls and shiny locks
In gold, red, and brown
Bounce on their foreheads
As they skip and run through the halls.
