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February 14th. Valentine's Day.
How could a day full of
Life and love
Turn into a day known of having
Death and hate?
Why did it have to go all wrong?
(Again.)
When I wrote that other poem
From earlier this week,
I really did believe that
Things would have been better this year.
But I guess that nobody should ever put
Hope into Time's hands.
It's better to remain hopeless
Than to have hope
Only to have it ripped away from you (me)
(Again.)
I was surrounded by
Sadness, pain, and grief
At this time last year.
I thought this year
Valentine's Day would be a better day.
But I guess I was wrong.
The only difference is that the
Sadness, pain, and grief
Isn't just among my family
Like it was a year ago.
Instead of it only being my family
Who had to grieve from
An unexpected and sudden death,
Several families get to grieve
The unexpected deaths.
No parent expects to find their child dead.
Especially at school,
Especially on a day all about love.
But this similar scenario
Happens in schools across the nation
Again and
(Again.)
How could anyone (I, them, we)
Ever feel the same way about
The fourteenth of February
After being forced to suddenly grieve
On that same day?
How could anyone (we)
Remember Valentine's Day
As the holiday all about
Love
When we can now only
Remember the day being full of
Death?
How can anyone recover from something like this?
"Love brings pain," someone said.
Then this love sure did bring a lot of pain.
Grief spreads like a comforting disease.
Grieving those we loved
Who are now gone
Makes us human.
I feel comfort in that
The tragedy of death
Brings people closer together.
We all connect to the art of mourning.
2017:
The night of February 13th,
I was told that my uncle died.
I didn't make much of it back then.
I mean my dad didn't show much emotion
When he told me that.
It couldn't possibly be true.
Then the next day
February 14th,
I found out
That was all true.
You (I) can't just dismiss it as a lie
When you (I) have to witness your (my) mother
Telling you in specific detail
About the events from the day before.
She isn't one to lie with such an amount of
Pain in her words.
I had to absorb all this anguish she felt (feels)
That she had to helplessly watch her brother
Die right in front of her and her sisters.
In one of my classes,
We (my class and I) found out that
Our teacher wasn't coming to school.
(I believe) His grandmother died on the same day.
February 13, 2017.
I really found out about their deaths on
February 14, 2017.
2018:
I never knew them personally,
And I only knew about them after their deaths.
But death (as well as grief) doesn't discriminate
Because I'm full of so much
Sadness and anguish,
Anger and rage
Upon hearing the news about their deaths.
They were only strangers to me,
But my eyes are crying and my heart is hurting
From Wednesday to today.
So much pain felt for
People I never even met and got to know personally.
February 14, 2018.
The news says that
17 lives, were lost
Cut short too soon,
Died that day.
Parkland, Flordia.
Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School.
I hear on the news that it is
The (1)8th school shooting
In the United States
In this year alone.
And it's only the second month of the year.
I'm sorry but no.
I can't just fake my positivity
And pretend to be happy.
Because I'm full of so much
Anger and sadness.
I'm full of fiery rage.
Nothing is fine,
Everything is wrong.
This shouldn't be a way to live
Yet it still is
Time and time again.
How is nothing being changed about
The sick irony of the fact that
People who want and deserve to live
Only receive the right to die?
The students and the teachers
Deserve the right to live
Not the right to die too soon.
And yet there are still people in this country
Who think otherwise.
That think nothing is wrong.
I'm burning from all this anger I hold.
There is a huge problem in this country.
I don't get how people can still
Ignore the fact that there
Has to be a gun problem here.
Because mass shootings are happening
Again and again.
And nothing about it is honestly changing
Again and again.
It's the same news story
Again and again.
Except the locations and people have different names.
Is this some type of sick joke?
How can some people honestly believe
The right to own a gun,
And not just any gun- an AR-15,
Is more of a fundamental right
Than the rights of children
To stay safe in places meant to be safe.
No child should be found
Covered in blood and with bulletholes in their chests
At school.
Parents never expect to drop their child off at school
To later find out they died.
Going to school shouldn't be the last time a parent sees their child alive.
Yet it still is.
This isn't some sick joke.
This is real.
Rumors (thankfully, false) spread around about
My own high school being targeted,
And this was all a joke.
What a sick joke that was.
No place is truthfully safe,
No not anymore.
And people still make jokes about it like it's no big deal.
But it is a big deal.
This is real.
How dare people say otherwise?
All of what I'm writing is jumbled.
My head (body) hurts.
I'm furious.
I'm burning inside from all this rage I have.
Fire is a sign of my suffocation,
And it still feels like I'm suffocating.
It hurts so much.
Maybe if certain people
Get set on fire and have the guns aimed towards them,
They will finally realize the brutal truth of
How much pain we're in and how long we've been hurting.
Well, all my thoughts are a mess.
I'm just so tired.
Death shouldn't come out of love.
Unfortunately, that's how it must go.
That doesn't mean it had (has) to end like this.
(Rest in peace.)
How could a day full of
Life and love
Turn into a day known of having
Death and hate?
Why did it have to go all wrong?
(Again.)
When I wrote that other poem
From earlier this week,
I really did believe that
Things would have been better this year.
But I guess that nobody should ever put
Hope into Time's hands.
It's better to remain hopeless
Than to have hope
Only to have it ripped away from you (me)
(Again.)
I was surrounded by
Sadness, pain, and grief
At this time last year.
I thought this year
Valentine's Day would be a better day.
But I guess I was wrong.
The only difference is that the
Sadness, pain, and grief
Isn't just among my family
Like it was a year ago.
Instead of it only being my family
Who had to grieve from
An unexpected and sudden death,
Several families get to grieve
The unexpected deaths.
No parent expects to find their child dead.
Especially at school,
Especially on a day all about love.
But this similar scenario
Happens in schools across the nation
Again and
(Again.)
How could anyone (I, them, we)
Ever feel the same way about
The fourteenth of February
After being forced to suddenly grieve
On that same day?
How could anyone (we)
Remember Valentine's Day
As the holiday all about
Love
When we can now only
Remember the day being full of
Death?
How can anyone recover from something like this?
"Love brings pain," someone said.
Then this love sure did bring a lot of pain.
Grief spreads like a comforting disease.
Grieving those we loved
Who are now gone
Makes us human.
I feel comfort in that
The tragedy of death
Brings people closer together.
We all connect to the art of mourning.
2017:
The night of February 13th,
I was told that my uncle died.
I didn't make much of it back then.
I mean my dad didn't show much emotion
When he told me that.
It couldn't possibly be true.
Then the next day
February 14th,
I found out
That was all true.
You (I) can't just dismiss it as a lie
When you (I) have to witness your (my) mother
Telling you in specific detail
About the events from the day before.
She isn't one to lie with such an amount of
Pain in her words.
I had to absorb all this anguish she felt (feels)
That she had to helplessly watch her brother
Die right in front of her and her sisters.
In one of my classes,
We (my class and I) found out that
Our teacher wasn't coming to school.
(I believe) His grandmother died on the same day.
February 13, 2017.
I really found out about their deaths on
February 14, 2017.
2018:
I never knew them personally,
And I only knew about them after their deaths.
But death (as well as grief) doesn't discriminate
Because I'm full of so much
Sadness and anguish,
Anger and rage
Upon hearing the news about their deaths.
They were only strangers to me,
But my eyes are crying and my heart is hurting
From Wednesday to today.
So much pain felt for
People I never even met and got to know personally.
February 14, 2018.
The news says that
17 lives, were lost
Cut short too soon,
Died that day.
Parkland, Flordia.
Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School.
I hear on the news that it is
The (1)8th school shooting
In the United States
In this year alone.
And it's only the second month of the year.
I'm sorry but no.
I can't just fake my positivity
And pretend to be happy.
Because I'm full of so much
Anger and sadness.
I'm full of fiery rage.
Nothing is fine,
Everything is wrong.
This shouldn't be a way to live
Yet it still is
Time and time again.
How is nothing being changed about
The sick irony of the fact that
People who want and deserve to live
Only receive the right to die?
The students and the teachers
Deserve the right to live
Not the right to die too soon.
And yet there are still people in this country
Who think otherwise.
That think nothing is wrong.
I'm burning from all this anger I hold.
There is a huge problem in this country.
I don't get how people can still
Ignore the fact that there
Has to be a gun problem here.
Because mass shootings are happening
Again and again.
And nothing about it is honestly changing
Again and again.
It's the same news story
Again and again.
Except the locations and people have different names.
Is this some type of sick joke?
How can some people honestly believe
The right to own a gun,
And not just any gun- an AR-15,
Is more of a fundamental right
Than the rights of children
To stay safe in places meant to be safe.
No child should be found
Covered in blood and with bulletholes in their chests
At school.
Parents never expect to drop their child off at school
To later find out they died.
Going to school shouldn't be the last time a parent sees their child alive.
Yet it still is.
This isn't some sick joke.
This is real.
Rumors (thankfully, false) spread around about
My own high school being targeted,
And this was all a joke.
What a sick joke that was.
No place is truthfully safe,
No not anymore.
And people still make jokes about it like it's no big deal.
But it is a big deal.
This is real.
How dare people say otherwise?
All of what I'm writing is jumbled.
My head (body) hurts.
I'm furious.
I'm burning inside from all this rage I have.
Fire is a sign of my suffocation,
And it still feels like I'm suffocating.
It hurts so much.
Maybe if certain people
Get set on fire and have the guns aimed towards them,
They will finally realize the brutal truth of
How much pain we're in and how long we've been hurting.
Well, all my thoughts are a mess.
I'm just so tired.
Death shouldn't come out of love.
Unfortunately, that's how it must go.
That doesn't mean it had (has) to end like this.
(Rest in peace.)
-x-x-x-
The day about love brings only death.
It hurts. February 14th shouldn't be a reminder of death.
I really don't know how February 14th won't result in remembering death and the pain that comes with it.
Rest in peace to all those lives in Parkland that ended too soon. Seventeen isn't just a number, a statistic. They are people who had their own futures ahead of them.
I'm so frustrated. I'm burning. It hurts.
I remembered this date last year because my uncle died. On this date, people died from a high school shooting.
(Will death ever let go? When can we just love without being feared that death will suddenly and unexpectedly will attack? When will life be okay, and when will it not end up being a lie?)
It hurts. February 14th shouldn't be a reminder of death.
I really don't know how February 14th won't result in remembering death and the pain that comes with it.
Rest in peace to all those lives in Parkland that ended too soon. Seventeen isn't just a number, a statistic. They are people who had their own futures ahead of them.
I'm so frustrated. I'm burning. It hurts.
I remembered this date last year because my uncle died. On this date, people died from a high school shooting.
(Will death ever let go? When can we just love without being feared that death will suddenly and unexpectedly will attack? When will life be okay, and when will it not end up being a lie?)
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