I experienced a devastating moment on December 21, 2013. Alex and I were childhood friends who grew up playing basketball and we were always writing poetry down. But it was a difficult environment where we lived because there always a fight going down, illegal substances, and even worse someone dying. Alex died from severe gunshot wounds. After I heard the news about him, I cried like a pouring waterfall. My tears dropped down to the ground and then the dirt turned soggy. Alex’s death was one of the most devastating times in my entire life. Early in the morning, the sun arose with charm, gray birds sang beautifully, and colorful leaves on trees danced. Alex and I walked like zombies to the yellow school bus. We were really sleepy. School was just another boring typical day in Miami, but the interesting part was during English class. Alex said, “Emmanuel, you know I can beat you on a one verses one in basketball.” “Of course you can’t. …show more content…
I stayed inside my house because I felt my life would be in danger if I stepped out. Thirty minutes later, the big armor ambulance with Christmas colored sirens came in a rush. The Paramedics took the man on a stretcher and left to the hospital. One of my neighbors told me who got shot, and his name was Alex. I completely broke down and especially mentally. My knees were on the ground, my hands over my face, and my whole body was shivering. In my head the world was moving in slow motion and you can actually see my tear drop crash into the ground. How the tear scatters its particles on the dirt and instantly becomes soggy. Suddenly, I just woke up like I was having a terrible nightmare and adrenaline rushing through my body. I ran to my Honda Civic car like there was no tomorrow. Quickly I turned it on and press the gas pedal, leaving burn marks on the ground. I really felt like I was in a race because I was hitting around 70 MPH while passing street
Poems are centerpieces for human emotions. They can feature an array of passions ranging from bright and peaceful to angry and sad. For most people, somberness is not very alluring, but for those who have been through a traumatic event such as a school shooting, poems that begin in sorrow and conclude with hope are most fitting. These poems are sometimes used inside obituaries to help restore peace to a broken family. One poet whose poem heals people is Nikki Giovanni. In her, “We are Virginia Tech,” she addresses a crowd who has fallen victim to a tragedy. The facts that poetry is therapeutic in times of stress, its cadence affect emotions, and that it is inspirational during times of loss, proves “the healing effect” that Giovanni believes is prevalent in poetry.
Poems are centerpieces for human emotions. They can feature an array of passions ranging from bright and peaceful to angry and sad. Somberness is not very alluring to most people, but to those who have been through a traumatic event such as a school shooting, poems that begin in sorrow and conclude with hope are most fitting. These poems are sometimes used inside obituaries to help restore peace to a broken family. One poet whose poem heals people is Nikki Giovanni. In her, “We are Virginia Tech,” she addresses a crowd who has fallen victim to a tragedy. The facts that poetry is therapeutic in times of stress, its cadence affect emotions, and that it is inspirational during times of loss, proves “the healing effect” that Giovanni believes is prevalent in poetry.
All I could see was people running and driving away. I was starting to tell my self should I run away too ? Then I finally told my self nah i don't feel like running so I go back into the house and just look around. I start thinking to myself how hard is the tornado going to hit my house. I was low key scared. I was about done getting all my things ready. So I get in the closet already and a couple of minutes pass I start getting hungry so I hop up out the closet and walk to the kitchen to make me a sandwich. As I'm making a sandwich I can hear people screaming and driving away fast. I take a look there's nothing when I hear a big "bang" I take another look and see the tornado tearing down a house. I wasn't done making my sandwich so I take it to the closet with me. I'm sitting down finishing making my snack and I can hear a cars alarms going off I start getting nervous. I finally hear parts of my house tear I drop my sandwich and start praying. All I telling myself is God help me. I hear glass flying also I could hear a lot of wind it stays on top of my house for a while. After 10 minutes it's over I open my eyes and see half of my house gone. What I thought was supposed to be a good day never happened. I walk out everything is a mess I open the door but as I opening it the door falls. When I'm outside I see the
In life, comprehending the loss and pain that humans face in their lives is challenging without experiencing a part of it or obtaining the opportunity to visualize it. William Minor’s I Cried of Course provides a heart-rending poem that is made strikingly emotional by the utilization of music and moving pictures in electronic format which creates an illustration for the pain people experience from the loss of a loved one. The slideshow consisting of music with lyrics that serve as the poem and old pictures of those who have lost loved ones or are deceased themselves, creates a sense of nostalgia for the reader, allowing them to empathize as if those were their memories.
Every day people experience unpredictable tragedies. Tragedies impact emotions and perspectives on many subjects, whether it's due to the death of a friend or a diagnosis of a loved one. In the poems “Spring” by Matt Robinson and “After His Diagnosis” by Margaret Hasse, tragedies are learnt to be accepted. The dark reality of life lives unnoticed until finally encountered.
My brother at this point was screaming bloody murder. I start screaming and crying and everything was just a mess. My mom tried to get our attention and we just keep screaming. My mom takes off her seat belt and turn around and loudly ask “Is everyone okay.” There was no response just screaming. I finally took deep breaths and started to calm down and she ask me again “Are you okay, are you hurt.” I respond with yelling, “I dont know,” as im still crying. I see a truck stop and comes up to us and ask “Is everyone okay, no one is hurt right?” My Mom talks to him and all of a sudden I see flashing red lights and sirens. The police jump out of their car and run towards us. They reach for my hand and help me get out of the car, and does the same for everyone else. I look around on the bridge and I see glass everywhere. My mom calls my dad and tells him everything that just happened and he rushes as fast as we can to make sure everyone is okay. “I feel a little bit dizzy,” I tell my Dad and the officer. We take a walk around the car and look at the back and it is all smudged in. “At least no one was in the wayback.” My mom says thinking on the bright side. If my sister and my Dad would have been in the car I would have been sitting in the back and that would have been rough I think to myself. My mom reaches for the handle to open the trunk and she starts taking the chairs out and surprisingly there were no damage to the
Alex also had his own experience with self sacrifice after the death of his cousin in the mine. He gave up a year of university to go work with his brothers. It was his own way of paying them back for all they gave up for him in his early years. He also did it because they were family and he knew that they needed him at that time. "Just tell me you'll come with the same number of men, asked the superintendent... My brother looked at me and I, in turn, looked at the faces of my grandparents and at the parents of the red-haired Alexander MacDonald. I nodded my head slightly. 'Yes,' he said into the telephone's receiver. 'With the number of men. We'll be there'" (MacLeod 130-131). Alexander realises that his brothers gave up so much for him in
Later that night, I wean't to bed kinda worried. I Didn't want to show it though. I fell asleep and the next thing I know the thunder was rumbling and I heard a whirling of a plane engine. It was getting louder and louder. Then, BANG. The whole house shook and we all rushed outside. We saw a plane crashed in the front yard. The plane was on fire and everything was let up. We heard tons of moaning and groaning. We were devastated. Then we heard and saw some metal moving. A older man came out without a scratch.
My whole life, up until I was eighteen years old, I had no idea what it was like to lose a close friend. On June 9th, 2015, I experienced the feeling of true sorrow and pure love. I still remember this day as if it were yesterday. My misunderstanding of this feeling had all changed the day I heard Skyler was killed. It was a Tuesday morning and I was at the Paulding County Fair. As my brother Bailey and his girlfriend Estee approached me, I knew something wasn’t in shape. They said, “Brooke, something really bad has happened.” And I replied, “What?” They responded, “Skyler was killed in an accident this morning. He struck a telephone pole and rolled his truck into a tree and was killed instantly.” The information they told me has changed my life in many ways. It has shaped me and made me respect not only my life more, but also the lives of my friends and family that I love and care for the most.
I got together with some friends to play basketball before the block party was over, it was getting dark, and so we decided to play one more game. Five seconds into the game we see people running to the back of the block party. I wanted to see what all the commotion was about, so I ran to the back too. When I got back there I see the guy with the tank-top fighting the guy in the white T-shirt. The guy in the tank-top pulls out a gun and starting shooting the other guy. In my head everything was in slow motion I can see people moving but I was paralyze. I can see the body on the ground I knew he was dead, and all kind of thoughts was just running in my head. My brother pick me up, as he was taking me back to the house I just couldn't understand what just happen.
I gazed outside my window, looking up to the crystal clear sky that appeared to mirror my own image if I looked close enough. The sun was out, shining bright per usual but with a hint of sparkle. The weather was a perfect way to start my day, but per usual my brother and his friends were outside playing an intense game of basketball. Up and down the ball would dribble, “whump whump” until one of them would shoot, “swish” going in the net, this causing them to burst into a loud celebration. Nine year old me always found the daily routine of my brother and his peers annoying.
I just left and got out of there before something happened. I was going home and I hear this loud. BANG a car hit someone’s house and the car started to make fire. There was a time when a car flip in front of my neighbors house it was so scary to see a big car rolling around. We’d called 911 as fast as we could. We were running away from the car and the house the people who owned the house were still in the house. The car was in front of the house. The house started
Until one day Alex’s dad past away he died in a car crash this hit Alex and his older brother realy hard. I did my best to cheer up Alex but I just couldn’t he wouldn’t come outside he wouldn’ eat he never even came out of his room. I would go into his room to try to cheer him up. His room was pitch black there was leftover food his mom tried to feed him his clothes were everywhere and he just sat in the corner of the room just sitting there staring into the darkness not making a single
In memory of Dylan Hart. Born: May 4th, 1980. Died: April 22nd, 1991 of Leukemia. I graze my fingers over the lustrous gold letters that were engraved on the plaque with the photograph of the contented young boy whose eyes looked so full of life. I never experienced a loss of someone I loved, and as I look up at the boy in the baseball cap I was longing to know how loss felt. I longed to feel the worst kind of pain, not for the pleasure, but to know that no feeling in the world can be worse. Unexpectedly arriving and disrupting my days with excruciating feelings of terror and pain were daymares. The unexplainable became an ordinary to my middle-school self; however, I never got accustomed to the unnerving dreams themselves. Experiencing the pain of death meant that I would be ready for what were agonizing feelings I endured in my dreams, but I would not know until later on that I was a naive child who asked and received too much to bear. I took a step back and looked up at the brick wall that ended abruptly between the wooden plaque and our school mascot: the black panther. I looked longingly as if in the back of my mind I knew there was something missing.
Bleary-eyed, I went downstairs for breakfast, the house was empty, even the furniture had gone. I didn't know what was going on. Then I quickly glanced at the floor, and I see a note from a moving company saying they moved my furniture to a new home I had bought. I completely forgot about giving them the key. I was going to leave. Right as I was closed my front door. I heard a loud bang. Then out of nowhere I heard a gun fire.Unfortunately I didn't recognize soon enough that the shot I heard was aimed at me. I looked down to see blood gushing and spreading all over my T-shirt. I was dozing off, I figured that I was losing blood. That was it, I was going to die, until I heard screaming.A couple police cars parked across the street swarming