Separation to Survival
Separation to Survival
Separation to the train, as the Jews began saying good-bye
I saw nothing new, there's nothing I can say.
Life or death makes me a good luck to survive,
I cannot tel you where I stay.
Inside the darkness, was the hope taken away?
I saw a deadly shadow, I cannot escape
No door or windows, I cannot dismay
The Angel of the Death, is the wrong way.
Bergen-Belsen, the curse was a slaughter
I saw nothing vivid, everything's a disaster
Not even the barracks, what did I see?
My stories will never end, I will indeed.
The moments of truth, was the divined heaven
I saw liberation, the Jews forced to haven
I can still remember, as the Nazis fades away
My dignity, was a natural disarray.
On the way back, a life improves
With only full of hope, the Holocaust concludes
Peace became through, Jews came freely
With full of life, they came out outrageously
The terrorization of Germany, suddenly began to raze
The suffer of loss, it began to raise
Out of the silence, the
Conversation w- Elie and AnneAnne: Hello, my name is Anne, I'm 14 and went into hiding during the holocaust.Conversation w- Elie and Anne4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Elie: Hello, my name is Elie, I'm 15 and I guess your one of the lucky ones aren't you? I didn't have a chance to escape like you did, even though I wanted to so badly, run past those barbed wires and into freedom
Anne: Well you're right and you're wrong, I was a lucky one for 2 years but then you see we got caught. Stupid thief ratted us out that we were hiding in the attic. So in the end I got sent to a concentration camp and left behind three of my beloved things, my father, Peter, and my diary. Every day I wrote in that diary and now that I'm gone, I hope that the world will uncover it and know the truth and affect that the holocaust had on people.
Elie: Wow. Amazing. So you're telling me for 2 years, you dealt without going outside, or playing with people your age, having the wind run through your hair, feeling free? That must have been really tough
Anne: Oh yes it was, quite
sleeping pills wake up alonein a dreamsleeping pills wake up alone4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I sat at a kitchen table
with Sylvia Plath
and Anne Frank
beside a gas oven
the cereal getting soggy
as we sewed
hearts over our breasts
and stars over our hearts
Anne Frank PoemAnne Frank PoemAnne Frank Poem4 years ago in Other More Like This
I am a girl in a cluttered room.
Why so cluttered?</i>
Not by choice,
You have no choice?</i>
I was forced to hide here.
And nowhere else?</i>
Is it quiet?</i>
on a cold, hard floor.
Is it frightening?</i>
Im stuck in a room,
Can you breathe?</i>
with grouchy old people.
Do you talk at all?</i>
All I have,
Who could ask for more?</i>
Is my trustful father and my journal.
I do not like it here.
Why would you?</i>
In this small room,
There is no space?</i>
there is no privacy.
If I were to go on a walk,
I would be sentenced to death.
I wouldnt be able
Please come back?</i>
to go back home.
Why do you stay?</i>
They make me
go to concentration camps.
FacelessYou told use we were worth nothing.Faceless5 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
You defined us by the yellow stars on our shirts.
To you we were dirt.
We were scum, we were nothing.
You tried to exterminate us.
You tried to annihilate us.
And felt no remorse.
How could you? You threw us
Into gas-filled chambers:
No facing the consequences of your brutality.
We meant nothing to you.
No one saw this atrocity,
So it didn't happen, right?
The job gets done yet
No blame is placed on shoulders of the guilty, right?
But you didn't anticipate survivors did you?
You didn't consider the children who would escape,
You didn't consider the children who would move to America-
With faces, and feelings, and stories to tell.
Anne Frank is Not...Words, and actions, swim in my head,Anne Frank is Not...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fish in a koi pond.
The Holocaust never happened
I can only
Talk about it behind closed doors,
With one or two close friends.
I cant even bring up The Shoah,
For fear of others ignorance.
Anne Frank 24 Hours PoemAnne Frank 24 Hours Poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The drums are beating just like the hearts of anxiety
Hope and Faith have lost their power to regain themselves just as Jews have
Others lives are descending quickly as a flower loses its pedals completely
To worry about what time to enjoy life to that of when to be as quiet as a mouse
Overcome your fear
Death is near
Gas Chambers burn the victory
Electric fences electrify the dignity
People as gaunt as paper in which Anne writes upon with eloquence
So little room inside the Train of Death it's as if having the air sucked out of you
Overcome your fear
Death is near
Those who had their legs cut off stood their ground
Those heads sliced held their heads up for what they believed in high and proud
Hands were slaughtered for begging for mercy
Those who were poisoned were poisoned of such words they did not understand
Overcome your fear
Death is near
It has not ended though weak they still have the power of hope now
Families still tremulous of the soldier
This Never Ending NightmareAs I stare out the window, remorse washes over me. Oh, why had I taken the fresh air for granted? The blue skies, the green grasses, the white clouds Some things that used to be apart of my everyday scenery. But now, my eyes can only appreciate the beauty of the brown cracked wooden walls, the faded blue of my bed sheets, and the dusty, cob-webbed corners of the ceiling.This Never Ending Nightmare5 years ago in Historical More Like This
At the beginning of this whole ordeal Moving into the attic, living with not only Mother, Father, and Margot, but also the Van Daans: Mr. Van Daan, Mrs. Van Daan, and Peter I hadnt even realized that this window would be my only way to view the outside world. I had been more hopeful then, thinking the war would soon be over, and I would be back laughing and playing ping-pong with my best friend Jopie in no time.
Though, living No, being trapped in the same rooms for almost two years changed my view on life. What I was waking up to every morning wasnt life. When I wa
An Angel's Tattered WingsAn Angel's tattered WingsAn Angel's Tattered Wings9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I regret complaining, now, about all our restrictions,
At least outside I felt I could move
Here, lonliness consumes me.
No longer can I go to the café with friends
No longer can I go to the movies and see the stars
The only place I see them now are on my wall,
Motionless, frozen in time,
Frozen as my heart
I love Peter, I really do,
But what can happen, no room,
A stolen kiss, an embrace,
No time for what we want,
What we need, to let our love survive
And what if, when we are free,
He tired of me, throws me away,
My fragile soul can take no more
My dreams are gone,
I savored the idea of being an actress,
I'd break a million hearts
I also imagined freedom, that equality would reign,
But the allies are taking forever to pierce this steel web
That those pigs have snared us in
I dream of better days,
But something tells me it will never end.
I hear a loud knock on the door,
My heart drums furiously
That's not the code, can it be?
Daddy opens the door,
TearsI am the tiny spheresTears9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That could have fell down her face
The warm droplets
That could have left a wet trace
I am the memories
That she would have poured out if she had cried
As the men took her away
But she stayed strong and held to her pride
I am the tears
That young Anne could have wept
Instead she held me in
With all the anger inside that she kept
I am the little puddle
That could have dropped to the ground
When the GP took Anne and her family
And left without a sound
Kitty Writes Back to AnneMarch 28, 2010Kitty Writes Back to Anne4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I'm so sorry I couldn't get back to you for 68 years. When I read your entries to me, I smile. I read them every day. Now, in 2010, your diary is a bestseller. There are books about your book, plays and movies about you. You are a celebrity, Anne!
I hear about idiots who think your story is a fake. I wish I could walk up to them and knock some sense into them. I'd tell them, "Hey, Anne was my friend. I haven't seen her in 66 years until the Nazis separated us. We knew each other very, very well!"
In the Secret Annex, people look at the place every single day and remember you, your family, Dr. Pffer/Dussel, the van Pelses/van Daans, everyone you knew. We believe in you, and we miss you.
If you were still alive, maybe we'd know you better. Many people wish they did. Your father, me, your friends-pretty much everyone!
Anne Frank - An Innocent JewAnne Frank - An Innocent Jew7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Anne Frank - an innocent Jew,
Kitty, her diary too.
In an annex they did stay,
Everyday, she would pray.
They lived in confinement for two whole years,
She released many sorrowful tears.
The Nazis were looking far and wide,
For the Jews - in whom they did not confide.
The Franks lived on little food,
Of which, they found bitter and crude.
They stayed at number 263,
In the hope that they could flee.
July 13th, the Van Pels joined them,
Both families, the Nazis did condemn.
August the 4th 1944,
They were not hidden anymore.
They ended up in the horror of Auschwitz,
and from society, they were omit.
Anne and Margot got moved to Bergen-Belsen,
Their story is remembered again and again.
diary of Anne frank responseThis diary proved that anyone, even a thirteen year old girl, can overcome a situation such as this one. She overcame the Holocaust that deserves a couple of cheers. Anne Frank the Diary of a Young Girl is inspiring with a dash of charming ideas that somehow still makes streams of tears fill eyes of millions. Why? Because after all the horrid things that happened to her she never lost hope. Now thats amazing.diary of Anne frank response5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Anne was so clearly unhappy and that was because she was taken out of her environment and disliked The Annexe from the beginning. She had to have her mouth on lock down and stay inside the secret annexe because of a man named Hitler. I dont think I shall ever really feel at home in this home.( pg 17 ) This sentence that was pulled out of the book proves she disliked The Annexe to start off with.
Fortunately her idea of the temporary home was slowly roasted into a certain liking of
GenocideBlack trains taking us to the unknown-Genocide5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dark smoke fills our lungs,
And burns our toungs.
The black smoke of ashes
Disapears into the grey sky,
Where the sun no longer shines.
My name is written,
Not in fancy cursive, but as a criminal,
On the parchment of death's waiting list.
The acid burns my skin,
My lungs burst into invisible flames,
I try to scream, but there is no sound.
One by one, our bodies are seperated from our souls,
Free to dance in the wind-
Fly away to a better place.
Through the wind our stories will fly,
Our messages will stay alive,
Though our bodies have died.
In memory.I didnt know what was going on.In memory.5 years ago in Other More Like This
I thought ther were fire crackers.
I was all on my own.
Nothing made sense.
They were just too dense.
I got nothing.
I ran past the porch stairs of the library.
I saw them comming....
Their hands covered with black cotton gloves.
I ran inside.
As i opened the door....
I glanced back.
A million images came to my head.
I saw this girl sitting with a friend on the stairs i had just ran up.
She was sitting quietly... not moving an inch....
Her friend ran fast.
they ran inside, shoving me inside as well.
I heard her whisper something....
Then i hit the floor.
I heard Popping noises as i hit the ground.
I shut my eyes.
I turned back.
My whole body nervouse.
Like when you know a teachers going to call on you but you feel the shock of fear waiting for the moment.
And when that moment comes... you know you dont have the answer.
Two shining black wepons aimed at me.
There i was.
Sitting in my desk.....
Then i got called on.
The girl sitting beh