Friday was the ninth of September. If you have read this post then you should know what that means. TWO YEARS!!!! The boyfriend is something special. Two years ago we barely knew each other. I still feel like I know know him well enough, but I know more than I did then.
Ten years ago (from Sunday) was 9-11. People died. There were children that waited at home for mommys and daddys that never came returned, parents that tried to contact their children, and people who rushed into the chaos to save strangers.
Dear Americans,
We have survived so much. We are young compared to other places, but we are still strong. When we lost all those lives ten years ago, we ran in to help, cried for people we didn't know, and prayed that there were survivors. People still trudge to work, children still go to school, and life seems normal. We were never the same after 9-11. Security was raised and people still cry over or are at least saddened by a picture of the twin towers, whole and complete. We'll never think like we did before. As Americans we still stand.
Sincerely,
Kara Smith
This September, this special month, remember those we lost and celebrate the lives we have.
Monday, September 12, 2011
All Things End
A tear,
glistening,
flowing,
down the porcelain slope
of her soft cheek.
For hours and hours
tears stain their way
down her face.
The sight
of the body,
torn,
distorted,
in a way unnatural,
is too much
for her little heart.
The matted
bloody fur
is stroked,
over and over.
As if to caress
life back
into the cold form
This is how she learns,
that all things end.
The loss of a friend
that still hurts,
no matter the time
that passes.
glistening,
flowing,
down the porcelain slope
of her soft cheek.
For hours and hours
tears stain their way
down her face.
The sight
of the body,
torn,
distorted,
in a way unnatural,
is too much
for her little heart.
The matted
bloody fur
is stroked,
over and over.
As if to caress
life back
into the cold form
This is how she learns,
that all things end.
The loss of a friend
that still hurts,
no matter the time
that passes.
Get Me An Orange
Get me an orange,
me matey!
Give me a nice apple too.
I've caught me the scurvy
and you have too.
We'll capture some vessels
and raid us them fridges,
in the hopes of a plum
or a pear.
If we find us some fruit
my life'll be spared.
Go find yer own,
I'm not sharin'.
Amethysts 'ave lost their luster.
I'd rather see a grape.
The shipmates be droppin'
faster den de flies
and the fishies have full bellys.
We've got to survive
this curse o' the seas
and out live this plauge.
Get me an orange,
me matey!
Give me a nice apple too.
I've caught me the scurvy
and so have you.
me matey!
Give me a nice apple too.
I've caught me the scurvy
and you have too.
We'll capture some vessels
and raid us them fridges,
in the hopes of a plum
or a pear.
If we find us some fruit
my life'll be spared.
Go find yer own,
I'm not sharin'.
Amethysts 'ave lost their luster.
I'd rather see a grape.
The shipmates be droppin'
faster den de flies
and the fishies have full bellys.
We've got to survive
this curse o' the seas
and out live this plauge.
Get me an orange,
me matey!
Give me a nice apple too.
I've caught me the scurvy
and so have you.
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