Hey there, Just a poetry writer and enthusiast, I enjoy writing creatively about everything and anything that I find personally interesting or arresting. Many of my poems stem from historical or in-the-moment topics - I find poetry is a powerful and thought-provoking method at telling life like it is, and I love reading and sharing these with other fellow creative types. I hope you enjoy what I share :)
September Sisters Twin sisters, both alike in majesty, In New Manhattan, where we set this scene, From arid lands flocks an old enemy, To scorch the earth of this, a western dream. From fateful skies the fatal flights descend, But none the wiser to their pending fate, The man and child, to happy affairs tend, Their future sealed beneath a veil of hate. Through vacant city clouds, their path annulled, Two silver eagles level out their wings, And whilst the terror fills their gravely hulls, No-one below can hear their deathly screams. Two flying ships set course and sail together, To meet their end this day in mid September. In but a flash the metals mute the sound, And decimates upon the towers' side; Below, the thunder footfalls head to ground, Above, two thousand souls are sealed inside. The fires roar and billow out their clouds, Their acrid plumes spread misery and death And to the cornered guiltless they surround; They watch them choke and breathe their final breath. But many did not wish to suffer long And desperate the man faced with his end, A single step into the skies beyond Then to the earth they rapidly descend. And on the ground, no more was felt the pain, Oh this, the most macabre September rain. The panic now most widespread and complete, As crying eyes stare helplessly above, To watch the trapped wave hopeless little sheets, And hear them beg for mercy in His love. But fire angels cannot reach their goals, As those two sisters fail against the flames, For many heroes fall, release their souls To save their fellow innocents this day. For even the most steadfast cannot stand In face of such destruction and despair, These mighty towers buckle on the land From flying deathblows dealt them from the air. And when the crippled giants lost their fight, September sisters crumbled out of sight. Amy The breath had left her, not long ago. Her face, pressed into the pillow Drained black tears onto white linen. Her fight had been lost; the long battle had ravaged her And her iconic war paint scrawled ironic defeat in tracks Down her pale skin onto paler sheets. A motionless husk; as she lays there; Her raven hair, unravelled from familiarity, Falls delicately on her back, Carefully caressing her cold shoulders; Shielding her from the dawn of life from which now She has withdrawn. Soft silhouettes draped across pleated sails, Her frail body, brittle and delicate, finally rested. Tested beyond its limits, too high the cost And too great the affliction. Lost in the struggle of the addict To the addiction. And now her Palladian palace enshrines, As the afternoon sun shines through gaps In drawn blinds. A silent room, ordered and decided, Expects an arrival beyond the survival Of the girl that had no more to lose. In a time where spirits take spirits, she; Three lifetimes lived in seven and twenty. But here, at the very end in her empty home, The girl that thought she was nothing, Died for nothing, Alone.
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