sandyhook
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Nobody should have to go to school and worry if they will see their mommas face again. They shouldn’t have to worry, “is this a drill or am I going to die?”.
Let your sparkling smile stuff the sunshine,
Enthrall my sense & reason & this very heart of mine.
You are a limitless ocean while I a little stream only,
I hear voices, you hear them too, we all hear them
They cry the voices, they cry tears of fear
I hear voices, you hear them too, we all hear them
They cry the voices, they cry tears of fear
Hurting so bad that I smother
Seeing I’m stuck in the gutter
Weeping without one another
Stranded with nothing to plunder
error to the plight staying home at night out of sight a moonlurk bite
seasoned to its best home sequential mood teror to its thrill big deal
look dead to the fisher end sequential meeting stand close forgiving
Spring time love is all around listen to the rap sound in town
trying to fry bacon in the frying pan out working on my tan
Got an unbelievable plan to take my message to the streets
Your love for me is as simple to you as breathing is to me.
When I open up to you, there is no judgment from your eyes or from your full lips.
There is a new butterfly
That perches in the flowers of minds
Eyes don’t blink in seconds
Costumed like the rainbow in the sky
I threw my eyes in my pocket
My mind in the cupboard
these words that are down on a page
are intended for someone to feel something
whether it be:
happiness
sadnesss
or just feelings
writing is lonely.
Her smile shines like the bright sun
Teacher's plush pink lips
Move fluently as she speaks to us
"How about we play a game, class?"
My face lights up
I love teacher's games!
American pride
is wrongfully written
its true meaning is hidden
beneath zealous jingoism
pride, on a Mohs scale, is a ten
Dedicated to the school, victims and the families affected by the Sandy Hook Shooting
The blood washes out of our bodies, our faces.
The hairs on my arms stand on end.
He shot aimlessly.
Not caring where the bullet landed
Or if it had any purpose at all;
Only wanting others to hurt as he hurt.
And so he forced a nation to pray.
There is no room in my life for bullets.
There's no room for rifles, not for handguns, not for anything that fires.
I have seen too much.
I spent my childhood afraid of bombs,
Child, tell me your dreams,
tell me of your aspirations...
BANG...BANG BANG...too late...
Little Angles
A Tribute to the Fallen Children of Sandy Hook
Oh I’d go through all this pain,Take a bullet straight through my brain. Yes I would die for you babe.But you won’t do the same.
…
A normal day like any other,
You smile across the room.
I make my way to talk to you,
Then screams erupt, but whom?
Our eyes dart to the open door,
Where classmates hurry by,
Little Souls, blind death
Christmas was close
But Jesus planned it differently
Loud cry, melancholy spirit
It was a gloomy year
A gloomy december
You will always be remembered
Child:
The night
Before. We celebrated
Chanukah. The Dradle spinning
Round and round
Until it fell.
Down,
down,
down.
I hugged mommy and daddy
Thanks for giving the time of day
The night of light
The food to eat to see my life
Everywhere that summer there angles
I dropped you off at school just like any
other day. I never thought you’d be taken
away. Your smile still burns in my mind.
Nathan, you, must have been so scared that day.
Twenty doves have flown into the graces of an almighty God...
Awaiting with open arms he welcomed in twenty innocents to gather upon his sheep...
“Good Morning Children!”
“Good Morning m’am”
“Today we’ll learn to read and write,
Under the pillars
And under the trees
Lived a man
Known as Dee
He loved to dance,
Read and write
We're broken from the inside out
tell me where do we go now
in these dark nights and hopeless times
when all our faith runs out
Child, he was just a child
He was shot in cold blood
With no reason, but he was the victim
Children, children, children
These children were young
They probably thought they did something wrong
I felt a genocide in my soul
And dictators of the centennial
Kept marching, marching till it seemed
Hope was springing detrimental
Weakened by the turmoils of the world
I am contained
By the television screens that speak of the cruelties
And hinders my heart day after day
(poems go here) (A young boy is being interviewed on the happenings at Conneticut Elementary. He tries to get it out as best he can, but his feelings right now are a mixture of emotions his soul has never encountered. He begins to speak)
There are explanations.
Explanations that God keeps tucked away in a little box,
In the corner of his office.
He doesn’t even know what he wants to do with them.
