Hard to Love

I know I'm hard to love,
I don't make it easy.
My tendencies to wreck
walls never fail
to crumble
on
top of beautiful disasters. I took
too many decisions for granted,
ashamed for never letting
myself surrender. The
day you
were
introduced was a change written in
ink. You looked like a
thousand stars, trying to
find the right
thing to
say.
Can't you see what you've done
to me? Driving me up
the walls and caressing
down every curve.
I'm on
my
knees, begging please don't forget me.
Our nights never fail to
make me certain that
with you I'll
never regret
a
single movement. You're forever imprinted within
the boundaries of my heart.
That with you, I'll
never know the
meaning of
alone.

Aurora

Aurora

If I could levitate to the stars,
I'd dance with the diamonds and
live in the peachy rose heavens

just to stare down into your
unconsciousness. You're a beautiful
disaster, falling apart at the seams.

Thinking only of the worst when
the best is right in front of your eyes.
Your stubborn bones won't let you

see past the missing pieces. I'd let
the wind sweep into your room and
tell you it's the second star to the right.

Fly away to a land where you never have
to worry about growing up. Where heartache
goes away and your memory fades. The

world stops turning. There's an adventure
around every corner and under every wave.
Believe in what you were taught wasn't real.

Faith, trust and pixie dust. Clap your hands
and save a life. The birds sing a faded
love song, holding your heart hostage.

Tell the moon you know love is awake
and that you believe in what isn't seen.
Show your strength by holding high,

letting go of your foolish thoughts
of he will change. The sun will shine
brighter, making you glow with change.

Rainbows shoot out of precious waterfalls,
rushing over your skin, releasing you from
the inner demons that haunt your every move.

Let the weights be lifted from your shoulders.
Move on to another venture. Sometimes, it'll
feel too cold continue. But remember to walk

across the ice cautiously. With every crack
that forms is another reason to keep walking
forward.

Remembering 9/11

Forever Emergency

Emily-Amber Holmes

I heard the roar of a ferric kite

navigating across the sky,

as the iron birds flew

into the sisters hearts.

I stood in disbelief

as smoke piled out of the angel wing hole,

drifting towards the clear blue sky

making the day into night.

And I couldn't help but wonder,

if the homeless man on the corner

was right when his sign read

the end is near.

I watched the men and women,

risk their lives to save those

who were trapped in the

unbreathable air and unsteady skyscrapers.

None of them knew that that morning

would be their last time holding their children

and kissing their spouses goodbye.

They didn't know they wouldn't make it home for dinner.

The world stood still

when the two girls fell

crushing down like an accordion

on top of thousands of innocents.

I ran into the closest building,

to escape the cloud of debris

But even I couldn't outrun

my new dusty armor.

My heart was racing.

I closed my eyes and prayed

to a God I didn't believe in.

When the smoke cleared

we walked hand in hand,

to the ground zero sight.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

I saw a ladder,

all covered in ashes
rising high from the depths

of the twins last remains.

Echoes of a thousand different voices

shattered my bruised ears,

as the jet fuel

burned my flared nostrils.

Everywhere I looked,

I saw different shades of gray.

I prayed for a glimpse of the blue heavens.

To breathe the fresh air

instead of the soot and smoke.

The papers from the identical skeletons

ran in the roads like tumbleweed.

Our little island,

now looked like a ghost town.

The streets began to clear.

Everyone wanted to get away.

I watched how the people walked,

most not knowing where they were going.

Many cried from the death in the air.

I could taste metal in my mouth,

from clenching onto my tongue

when the sky fell from above my head.

I kicked a stone

yelling out to whoever would hear.

But when I opened my mouth

no sound erupted.

I pinched myself hundreds of times.

But every time it grew sharper.

When I finally got home

I looked up to the stars.

A thousand more then the night before.

Shining brighter and stronger,

through the black velvet sky.

My feathers had burned

and I couldn't fly away

without leaving the ground.

Remembering would be my anchor

and forgetting would never cut the string.