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I went to a new school When I was six years old One day our teacher got a call Hide. Is what we were told   Kids went under desks and into closets Hide anywhere you can!
I can still hear it ringing in my ear It’s been months now, but I still can’t shake the fear Tears roll down my face Thinking back on the time when I was all but safe       I still remember the stormy weather
Years from now say 2034 I stand around wanting nothing more than to be where i am a place so grand everything according to  a careful plan   The walls are soft
As a kid two brothers on either side of my timeline our play time was mostly outside, playing violent baseball and digging up worms for fishing. In doing this I never understood
Silence We were suppose to be silent. Kids poured out of classrooms Their mouths still moving, Chatter fills the room.   Talking
Author's Note: I wrote this the day after the Stoneman Douglas Shooting on February Fourteenth, 2018.  
Elaine Jane, Born to poor dropouts, yet still had a brain. Might not swing hammer, still moved from Alabama, Almost killed by a school shooter manna’
How many more need to die? I wonder why. I wonder how many families cry because The till is filled, but even still One bullet, two kills.
It’s sickening. Makes me want to vomit. Makes me wonder what this Earth wants And why everyone’s on it. 2018 was supposed to be The year I graduate,
Safety. Does it even exist? High schools, middle schools, elementary's at risk. the gun in her bag went off but it was only a prequel three more kids 12-year-old girl shot four people.
Note: This poem is not based off real people or events, any resemblance is completely coincidental.   Tomorrow is Thursday I’ll be remembered, in my own way.
Brazen youth facing the sun, we viewed the skies Azure blue temple spreads for miles from my eyes,  forests and beaches and foreign lands, we build new fleet A city that never dies vibrating beneath our feet
  Somebody thought He should write a poemAbout this
A school shooting so damn close to home I know everyone says it but You never expect it to happen so close to you. Always seems so far away when it's on the news Until it happens to you
The clocks were pointing at twelve.   Lunch Period. Nobody knew about the kid crying in the bathroom stall. He pressed a revolver to his temple, waiting for the courage to sieze him.
I did the right thing.   It became clear that no one else shared my concern. There was a gun In my dorm Somewhere behind a closed door
Uninspired Unwelcome America has never been great I banged my head against walls To get out of school Because I couldn’t face my abusers anymore
Two shots ring out,  Everyone hearing people shout.  Two more, three more, four more.  The shooter blocking the door. 11 bodies laying there,  Lived one's later thinking this isn't fair. 
The souls of the many Were taken to the gates that day That day where a deranged boy decided to kill Looking out the window sill You don’t see their souls being carried up to the clouds But they are
The Man who shot is not the name to rememberWhen horror came to the fourteenth of December
It was a normal Friday morning.
  Mary, Nate, John, Kate, here with a wave of the hand, just a normal day at school, with the same stupid rules. Focus is broken, when announcement has spoken, Teachers lock doors, students get on the floor. 
The sun was shining on the bus window I was ready to relax as I walked through the doorway When I got inside my home I turned on the local news show I had no idea what they were going to say ...
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright. Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites. Twenty eager minds, ready to learn. Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright. Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites. Twenty eager minds, ready to learn. Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
Hearts were broken, Families torn,Tears are shed,Love was born.Forget the sadness, Remember the memories,Think of the children,Not the enemies,Lives were lost,anger is shown,
Tragedies are an interesting concept.You can spend hours doing the aftermath,how did we end up on this path?A town, full of smiles and laughter. A beautiful image to capture.Twenty young minds ready to learn.
Some may say I am crazy, Or even insane, But the Little Bodies that laid staring, Could have been saved, The problem that most see is different, In the eyes of those who have grown around, To know the problem that most see, Changes everything to m
BOOM. Get down, Go where it’s safe There’s nothing to worry about It’s just a firecracker The celebratory roar
On December 14, 2012, Olivia Rose Engel, 6, left Sandy Hook Elementary school and joined the angels in Heaven. Reason for Return April 7th, 2013
It’s a barren cold winter Frozen and cracked across the surface Our breath stops in the air above us Our breath leaves us and huddles together in frigid air
Days pass and days end Glancing at the sun His beam, his hand of help Lighting our path for the day ahead
The sun arose as usual, bringing with it the pattering of small shoes followed by the clacking of heels down wooden corridors, to colorful rooms, for another day of learning.
I walk in the doors of his perpetual hell-hole. Just another day. Or so it seems. Halfway through first period, the teacher drones on and on. Pretending everything's okay. NO IT'S FUCKING NOT!
Round curls and shiny locks In gold, red, and brown Bounce on their foreheads As they skip and run through the halls.
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