AlcnorKinz

We are the, we are the, class of thirteen Today, we remember. We remember those who were killed on impact, those who burned, those who jumped, and those who were never found. We remember those who lost their husbands, their wives, their mommies and daddies, their sisters and brothers, their best friends, their children. We remember. Born in the era of humility Today, we mourn. We mourn the memory of those lost, those who went before their time. We mourn our loss of innocence as a nation, the loss of trust. We mourn for those who had to sit in those planes, and listen to their loved ones lie and tell them it'll be alright, and had to tell t

I walk barefoot in the summer sun, missing you. I'm excited, for the new beginning, the new opportunities, but I know that everything will be different. Today, we passed, and you didn't say anything. You didn't hear me say anything, so I guess you didn't hear the sound of my heart tearing a little, either. My little brother runs ahead, his childish laughter filling the silence. "Come on! I'm winning!" he shouts as he runs ahead on the sidewalk. I only look up briefly. "Fine." Maybe winning isn't everything. Maybe the answer is to not even play, because yeah, you can't ever win, but you can't lose, either. You can just sit and wonder what wo

I sit here on the bed, just browsing through stories, when all of a sudden, I notice a persistent tap-tap-tapping on my window. When I look outside, I realize that the rumblings and tappings that I have been tuning out all this time, was a thunderstorm. The rain is pouring down, and the sky is gray and cold. Excited, I grab my camera. Wow, rain in August. But, no matter how hard I try, I cannot seem to capture the beauty of the rain. Disheartened, I remind myself not to try to remember everything through pictures, but to remember through experience. Excited once more, I run down the stairs. "I'm going for a walk." I slow my pace to a walk, an

I'm sitting here, alone, eating my lunch, reading a book from the library. It's a deserted hallway, and, if I'm sure nobody's around, I let a tear or two fall from my eyes. I miss my old school. I miss my old friends. I miss my old teachers, and the playground, and yes, I even miss the crazy lunch ladies. I told my parents it wasn't fair, that they should let me be with my friends. I cried, I screamed, I prayed, but they weren't swayed by my pleas. I was so alone. I didn't know anybody, and nobody wanted to know me. They all hated me. I was a loser, you know the kind, the one kid who's always left without a partner, or a group, or a friend.

"Why don't we get to see Daddy anymore, Mommy?" The tired woman let her head fall onto the dirty glass window of the train. It felt like it had happened just yesterday... "Stop it!" she screamed. "David, you're hurting me!" He pushed her away from him. "You didn't expect me to be angry, when I found out you were screwing that bastard?" Tears streamed from her eyes. "I didn't mean it, it was a one-time thing!" "What about the one before? Or the one before that? Or the one before that? I'm not stupid, Carol. I know what's been going on, and I'm tired of just standing back and watching you do this! I've been letting this go on for too long!