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My Hero: Demolition Lover Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 18210	July 4th, 2008 at 07:50pm Hello, and welcome to my collection of poems. I don't usually write poems, but I like to get some constructive criticism on how to make myself a better writer in general. Okay, here they are! I hope you enjoy them. April 2, 2008--The Calm Before The Storm [I wrote this for a class in 2006 for an assignment. We had to write a ballad poem. In the poem we had to pretend that a family member was involved with the crashing of the Twin Towers on 9-11, and it had to be powerful and moving.] April 8, 2008--Who Are My Heroes? [I wrote this for the Poetry Contest, and it's basically me finding who my heroes are and why I admire them so. It also reflects the type of person that I want to become.] April 17, 2008--Thinking About Him [I just basically wrote about how I feel, and this is what I came up with.] 04-25-08--Even In My Dream [This was a Poetry Contest entry, and it was was a reflection of my dreams.] 07-10-08--Falling [This poem was written about this kid I like...]
My Hero: Demolition Lover Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 18210	July 4th, 2008 at 08:47pm The Calm Before The Storm Calm. Terror. Realization. Hope. Aftermath. Four very powerful feelings and consequences. Feelings that I would never want to feel again. Consequences that I would never want to have to pay again. These all came into my life on one normal day. Calm. This one day was as normal as any other. My family and I were all getting ready for school and work, And my husband said goodbye to myself and our young daughter. As he walked out the door, There wasn’t a doubt in our minds that this was an ordinary day. It would be like every other day and our schedules were all routine. Oh, how very wrong was I to think that. Terror. I dropped Caitlin off at school and started driving home, When I heard the announcer talk frantically over the radio. “Breaking new from New York City.” That radio personality just informed his listeners That a plane had crashed into one of the Twin Towers. I immediately sped up the car and turned up the volume. Oh, how very wrong was I to think that this would be a normal day. Realization. I rushed home and turned on the television. I held my breath as I watched the second plane crash into the second tower, And they showed a tape of the first plane crashing into the first. “Oh, God, please let him be alright.” I sobbed to myself as the realization came over me, But I knew he would never give up without a fight. Oh, how very wrong was I to think that there was any hope. Hope. Even after what I saw and knew within my heart, I could not give up a single strand of hope that he was safe and sound. I traveled into the city to try and retrieve him. I checked every hospital in the area And gave them my husband’s name, Even though I already knew that he would never show. Oh, how very wrong was I to think that everything would turn out to be the same. Aftermath. I’ve had to live with this since that dreaded day. Once I saw that tape, I knew he was never coming back. Even though I tried so hard, I never saw his face again. My husband was a wonderful man, And he worked in that north tower. But because of a group of people, He never came. September 11, 2001 is a day I will never forget. It was a day of so many emotions. That day was the calm before the storm. It started out peaceful and calm, and turned into a storm of sorrow and terror. Calm. Terror. Realization. Hope. Aftermath.
My Hero: Demolition Lover Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 18210	July 4th, 2008 at 08:49pm Who Are My Heroes? You know, I really don’t know who my hero is. Who do I admire? Who do I look up to? I guess I can call the person I look up to Someone who never gives up, Someone who keeps going even if they don’t make it the first ten times, Someone who looks forward to the eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth times. I guess I can say I admire Someone who has the courage to face the firing squad with their eyes on the wall, Someone who can go in there head up, chest out, and proud, Someone who always shoots for the stars and does their best. I look up to those who have made it. I see them there, sitting in that chair, And I say to myself, “I’ll be there one day, Even if it takes me all of my life.” I guess I can say my hero is Someone who has never taken an “ordinary” job, Someone who has never let anyone say they’re not good enough, Someone who has made it big through hard work and persistence. I think I finally know who my hero is: It’s someone who goes out eight times a week and plays their heart out. It’s someone who plays in that pit, in that orchestra, in that band. It’s someone who has worked so hard to get their name in that Playbill, in that program. My heroes are all of the musicians out there. They have made it through the storm. They have made it to the end of that rainbow, And what a sweet site lies before them. One day, I hope I can be a hero, Just like them.
My Hero: Demolition Lover Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 18210	July 4th, 2008 at 08:51pm Thinking About Him. I wish I could say, “It’s just a crush.” For a couple of more months. I wish I could just lie to myself For just a couple of more weeks I wish I could deny myself this fact For a couple of more days. I wish I could go on not thinking For a couple of more hours. I wish I could stop dreaming For a couple of more minutes. The problem is, I can’t. I’m thinking about him this very second.
My Hero: Demolition Lover Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 18210	July 4th, 2008 at 08:51pm Even In My Dreams Every night when I lay my head upon my pillow I wonder where my nocturnal imagination Will take me next. Will I travel to a different country? Will I go mountain climbing? Will I scuba dive? Will I conquer all of my fears? Will I just take a chance? All of those would be very nice, And I look forward to every single adventure That I might encounter. But the one I hope for every night Is the most adventurous of them all: I want hug him. I want to kiss him. I want to love him. After all, loving someone from afar is pretty Adventurous, Exhilarating, and even, Dangerous. But, I know, That in here, In my heart, In my dreams, I could never be hurt. For love conquers all, If only in my dreams.
My Hero: Demolition Lover Age: 83 Gender: Female Posts: 18210	July 10th, 2008 at 06:53pm Falling I was having such a great day, Everything was so happy and gay. You were going to make it even better But then I got your cellular letter. I read it and immediately frowned, And my day was downed. "Sorry, I can't go tonight." Made me come down from my happy flight. I was sitting on Cloud Nine, And then I fell. I fell hard. I fell fast. I fell in love. Then I fell downwards. My emotions took a turn. Down. Down. Down. They went, And I fell face down in the dirt. I was so depressed, I had been planning this for months. When you said you could come, I was just so ecstatic. I couldn't believe it when you said That you couldn't go at all. I don't know if I can talk to you Tomorrow Or the next day. I don't know if I want to. I don't know if I can even face you. I hope what you said to me wasn't an excuse, Because I've got my insecurities already Concerning... You... Me... Us.... But I guess there isn't an us, And probably never will be. So I guess I should just lay back for a while. Maybe I'm getting annoying. Maybe I'm being a pest, But at least I'm being me.