9:11I stare at the clock,it reads the same as it does.9:11 it whispers into my ears.Ashes fall from my ceiling,as faint screams echo throughout my mind.The clock still reads 9:11,its frozen there within time.I see one then both-They go down fast...so fast.9:11 the clock reads-forever it reads.Written within history,the clock tells me about devastation-the clock floods my mind.Memories...Pictures...Pain.9:11, as it still reads.
David's Story-For 9 11The teacher droned on and on, and David Sullivan was slouching in his seat. He was in no mood to listen to the teacher. He wasn't in the mood to listen to anyone."And, now, class," she said. "We're approaching a day that was life-changing for the USA: Nine eleven."David pretended not to hear her. He did not want to talk about that day. It was a terrible day, and it made him emotional. Everyone seemed to know it too, because he felt several eyes burning into him. They were waiting for David to break down, which he did every year."Thousands died, because of 15 men," she said. "Destroying the towers
People burned, and others were buried in the rubble and debris-"And that's when David snapped. He laid his head on his desk and started to cry. Everyone was staring, but he didn't care. Covering his head with his arms, he sobbed."Oh, David," the teacher said with s
9 11(this didn't happen to me)'Grandma I miss mommy and daddy''I know sweety I miss them to''why did they get taken away''I don't know sweety''do you miss them cause i miss them. do you think they miss us''yes i do miss them and i do think they miss us''do you think they are listening to us right now''yes i do and i know they loved you very much my dear''i love them to,*looks up to the sky* mommy,daddy if you can hear me i miss and love you grandma is taking good care of me i hope i make you proud some day....i love you'*girl writes poem looking back*Today 9 years ago I lost youYou said you'd always be there for meYou said I'd be safe and lovedYou said you wouldn't let me go.You told me to go to schoolYou said be a good girlYou said I'll see you after schoolYou said I love you: you gave me butterfly kissesBut what you didn't sayIs that I'd never see you againIs that I would never receive butterfly kisses againIs that I would cry for months because they took youIs tha