09/11/01 It took this one day, the 11th of September, For our lives as a global community to be changed forever. As we grieve for the families of those they have lost, Most of us are close to the innocence it has cost. For democracy and freedom were challenged on that day, And it seems that our lives will never be the same way. But as freedom loving citizens of this world we live in, Peace and Solidarity may finally begin. To rid the world of hatred, bigotry, and strife, We will fight for the peace that is truly our right. The world should not stand by & let these Terrorist acts occur, Or it will cost our freedom and sanity for sure.. As brothers and sisters we should realize and say, FREEDOM really began on this tragic day

--Shannon Picard Cornwall Ontario Canada

September 11, 2001 7:00 am Sometimes this world seems out of place The problems we all constantly face What is our future, if we continue this path Disaster in our minds The truth hasn't hit us yet September 11, 2001 11:00am Kids sitting in school glued to tvs What happpened to long division and recess Watching our nation's ride Crumble before us Disaster in our minds The truth hasn't hit us yet Dry your tears today Live on without fear September 11, 2001 2:45pm Sitting on the school bus REady to go home Suddenly screams are loud A fight breaks out Two kids know as buddies Struggling to the ground Does one have a knife or a gun Too late Damage is already done Passing by the flag at half staff Hoping this disatser will soon pass The violent world encases us Disaster in our minds The truth hasn't hit us yet Dry your tears today Live on without fear Yesterday Are we safe in this world we are killing today For every new house we are building We lose something else Today I'm afraid of the future What has become today I shouldn't be worried Everything is ok Tomorrow Will I be successful Or will I be dead Thoughts of a kid Shouldn't be like this Disaster in our minds The truth hasn't hit us yet Dry your tears today Go and live without fear Conclusions I don't know why I'm here Don't know what I'm doing The conclusions I have made Just doesn't seem clear Because everybody is fake This world isn't real People full of hate It's just so hard to deal Trapped in my own world Inside my head Don't know why I'm even here Don't know what I'm doing The conclusions I have made Just don't seem clear Live day by day Bricks on my back Wondering around Trying to keep track The thoughts in my mind Always will attack Nobody seems to belong In this world today If only we could just see hrough eachother eyes Then maybe day by day The bricks will be lifted Don't know what I'm doing Don't know why I'm here The conclusions I have made Just don't seem clear I live in the dark Inside my head I need to be free now So I can belong In this world of fakeness In this world today Because I know what I'm doing I know why I'm here Live life to the fullest not just day by day The conclusion I have made- Is I'm alive today Dedicated to all the victims of violence

--Kimmi Warrington Pennsylvania UNITED States of AMERICA

below is one of the poems I have written about 9/11 I do have more . If you are interested please contact me at jrt30 Thank you, and God blees all those who lost their liveson that day.. John Tetor

--John Tetor Clearwater Fla USA

Cry No More For Me When I left for work that morning I did not know that I would never come back. With an autumn blue sky and clouds you could almost touch who would of ever thought of a terrorist attack. Some say it was our jobs and after all it was what their taxes paid us for. But to me, my brothers and sisters it was our life, what we lived and died for. That moment it all happened was just a flash I never felt anything, there was no pain. The only thing I truly remember of that day was the angels calling name after name. Flashes of my life I saw before me now they are all in the past. With no longer need to worry about tomorrow peaceful eternity now and forever will last. Your tomorrow will start without me but we will never be far apart. With every moment you think of me I will forever be in your heart. As we all stood before God as he sat upon his great throne. We knew what we were there for to enter our permanent home. We know of all the tears and pain from loved ones we had to leave behind. We hope these words will help many but answers to why, even we could not find. Our hearts are full of sorrow wishing everyone would understand We did what we loved “Our Jobs” and would do it over again. Your hearts have our memories of what we did and who we were, may that give you courage and strength to help wherever you can. Help America stay the way it was intended a country that will always stay strong and free. Do whatever that has to be done to protect those rights but please “cry no more for me.” By John Tetor Copyright ©2001 John Tetor Jrt30

--John Tetor Cleatwater Fla. USA

The Leap The collapse leaves me numb. I cannot make contact with my friends, My family, and now, with my feelings. Images of zombies roaming aimlessly -- I cannot begin to imagine the carnage. I cannot imagine the chaos. I cannot imagine the loss, Nor the mess that my hometown is now. I am completely disconnected. Life has changed. I do not know how it has changed I do not know how it has changed me. Images of bodies flailing downward, I begin to imagine the thoughts that go through your mind When facing the sudden awareness of your pending death. How each day I awake, I take for granted the dawn, The smiling sun shining, blinding me to possibilities I refuse to acknowledge. And now our bodies hang in the air, Fingertips clutching at the window’s ledge, Desperate for another chance. I feel nothing but regret. I cannot even cry. I do both. Images of celebration in the streets By those who detest what we Have come to represent I cannot imagine watching the destruction And revel in the glory of this spectacle -- Condoning this act of retribution. Yet, on some macabre level, I too, stare in admiration. Reminded of my own ghoulish fantasies, Stemming from my anger over what we have become. Life has changed. I don’t know how it has changed. I fear how it has changed me Now is a time that truly tests my tenuous faith. For it’s difficult to find wisdom buried ‘neath seven stories of solid steel, And to trust enough to take that fabled leap. But like those destined souls on the top floor, I feel the burning torture of helplessness on one side of the precipice, And our cherished free fall to freedom on the other. So, I close my eyes. I take a deep breath. Time stands still as I start to pray That I will wake to a brand new day I had meant to feel what it is to love And wished to know what it’s like to fly I do both. Jeffrey Lloyd Michels Ó September 2001

--Jeffrey Lloyd Michels New York City NY USA

"SEPTEMBER 11, 2001" Wings are meant for flying not to be the cause of people dying; This is our home, land of the free home of the brave, are you afraid like me? Buildings exploding debris all around a major city as this, now a ghost town; The crying and the sirens burst in the air two of our tallest landmarks once stood there. Falling, falling people watch from afar leaving this city a deep gaping scar; Our lady Liberty holds her torch still up high making us wonder where does our freedom lie? The dust creates a blanket of fear waiting for calls from the ones we hold dear; Watching the T.V in these dreadful hours the mass destruction of our Twin Towers. So, today hold your flag high let them know America WILL NOT DIE; We will be united among this day we will prevail for the U.S.A. Written by:Tiffany Vickers

--Tiffany Bristol Pa U.S.A!