| Jen was affected strongly by
the tragedy last year, being an American from a nearby state. She
scribbled down a few thoughts a la prose.... And here they are,
for you. La.
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September 11th
The sun has risen, bringing a bright day
Until the sky fell
Dark tears fall on the states
Young and old with grief for lost kin
Nobody understands
Six months later
The pain and grief is still there;
With them -- and me.
A Stream of Thoughts....
Sitting in my chair
Not completely comprehending
he speaks to me of this deed
Driving home with a sick feeling in my gut
Then bam! the television shows it all
The realness over and over
the pain, death, sadness
at first I do not freak -- I'm sort of disconnected
I start thinking, 'all these people: down,
dead"
so innocent
I start thinking, what if there is more?
The biggest was in NYC -- so close to me
I'm scared; I want to be with my baby
I see her online and tell her -- she freaks
I am not safe anymore
Nobody is safe anymore
I try to forget about it, relax myself
but it creeps up no matter how hard I try
I hurt for those people, for the families
Six months later, I have not forgotten
How could I? How could anyone?
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These poems are by Sacha my best friend in the
world..... To gain more of a sense of what these awesome poems are
about.... check the rest of the zine.
TELL ME ONCE AGAIN...
yes love, tell me once again how much you miss me at
night
how much you can't wait to see me
how much fun we'll have when i get there
and precious, tell me once again how much i inspire
you
how much happier you are now that we're together
how much you adore me to pieces
so sweetness, tell me once again how you've never felt
like this before
how your outlook on life has changed
how wonderful life is now that i'm in the world
right honey, tell me once again how special i am
how i run through your mind all day long
how blessed you are with me in your life
i swallow you pretty little pills like a good girl
and believe once again in fantastic fairy tales
you read to me each night before bed
so you tell me all these things and make me believe in
you
you tell me all these things but still flirt with
queers behind my back
you tell me all these things but did you ever really
believe in them yourself?
and then you tell me how you don't think things will
work between us
you tell me that you figured yourself out
you tell me that you hope i understand
yes you tell me all this and expect me to be alright
you tell me all this and expect me not to be too too
hurt
you tell me all this and expect me not to feel
rejected
we were only together for a short time after all
and it wasnt that serious anyways
so i suppose
i have no reason to be angry...
UNTITLED
fooled me once, but not again
filled my nights with endless wonder
wanting so much, maybe too much
only getting false hopes in return
it becomes all too clear now
you've been opened wide
and now i understand, oh yes
how things could change so quickly
thought i wouldn't find out
you can't be that dumb
you incriminated yourself
could you be more queer?
so nothing's wrong where you stand
it's alright to leave me here alone
and haunted by ghost promises
that still whisper in my ear
play your little games
take no responsibility
consequences are of no concern to you
i mean you are a princess, right?
two words for you
fuck you and just to clarify
no lover, that was not an invitation
so have some shame and get off your back
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