Thursday, May 31, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
The Train
Carmen Tappero
The Train , Rhode Island, the kayak.
thinking to myself, what should I do
As I hear every thump, crackle, pop
Ben comes back to me.
The Red Kayak, the red flakes,
J.T, Digger. what was i going to do
Thinking, worrying.
Getting my CD player out
listing to the music
trying to clear my mind
Getting out of the train
“Brady” I hear coming towards me
Emily Had called my name
Just like Ben would of called my name.
Carmen Tappero
The Train , Rhode Island, the kayak.
thinking to myself, what should I do
As I hear every thump, crackle, pop
Ben comes back to me.
The Red Kayak, the red flakes,
J.T, Digger. what was i going to do
Thinking, worrying.
Getting my CD player out
listing to the music
trying to clear my mind
Getting out of the train
“Brady” I hear coming towards me
Emily Had called my name
Just like Ben would of called my name.
Red Flecks
by Tate Stone-Frisina
I rake and clean and rake again.
cleaning out that boat house so many memories.
Ben he was so small
his death had caused me to fall
into a house of memories fragments of a past life.
I find the drill
red flecks on the bit
used to drill through the hull
the kayak sinks down
but those red flecks are not from the boat
they are from my heart
drilled into from the death of my friend
I go i have to go fast to get away from this house of memories...
by Tate Stone-Frisina
I rake and clean and rake again.
cleaning out that boat house so many memories.
Ben he was so small
his death had caused me to fall
into a house of memories fragments of a past life.
I find the drill
red flecks on the bit
used to drill through the hull
the kayak sinks down
but those red flecks are not from the boat
they are from my heart
drilled into from the death of my friend
I go i have to go fast to get away from this house of memories...
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Ben Poem
Ben
My
heart started to pound
when
I screamed and you returned no sound.
I
wondered if you were still here,
out
there, alive, near, anywhere.
But
my only sight was fog, my only feeling was
no
feeling. My body was numb, yet I could feel
the
pain in my finger tips and the dryness of both
my
lips. I doubtfully searched, but I would not give up.
Constantly
wishing that negative conscience would SHUTUP.
My
sad thought was broken by a sign that led me to you.
A
sign that led me to save you.
A
sign that led me to be "a hero".
Though
I do not wish to be a hero.
My
only intention was to get you safe to shore
and
now you're on you rode to recovery.
I
know that we are thankful and lucky.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
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