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I I. ..... ~ .. - ...•. ·•.·~t •\'·\'~ ~·· .. ,,. ... ·~' The Press/Friday, December 9, 1988/FIFrEEN '00 Cl 00 0 000 0000000000 00000000 0 0 §0 0 ~0 IU Ci MG CtO 0000 0000 00~ CIISCOOOO 0Cj;00000 0 CtOOO 0 000 00 0000000 0 00 0 0 0 0 OCIOOOO.- For M.D.S. It had been hopefully quiet and good, 'cause ·where she was should have been safe. but no more The heavy mouth smothers her where she lays frozen- eyes widened· nostrils dilated, spread out- so fear can puff in and out faster and faster· and faster and Her body is stiffened like a dead girl. Fire crackles her brain, crumples any belly of resistance. Smokey fear chokes her. Like a dumb pony frozen in a torched barn She panics in patient agony. Not liking her eyes as they stare he covers them, like they do with burning ponies, to lead them to safety, to lead to where it is quiet and good, Of course where she was should have been safe. but never mind that The mouth that runs hers never sang lullibies anyway and everyday ponies end and hardly anyone knows or cries. Amy Chris Grey Que Quieres I know thatt having everything does not mean having the world and the moon. I also know that my loving you means close to nothing expecially to you. It's really o.k. I'll take what you give me and happily go away. Having nothing else except the knowledge that you could have had everything, but you wanted the world and the moon. S. Carolinensis a thought please don't love me, please don't care the pain of disappointment is too much to bear ~ want to see the stars, i want to hold your hand ~would love to be loved, i would love to understand 1 know all the answers to questions unknown ~~d although i have aged, i still have not grown 1 JUSt want to know, i just want to love oh i wish i was as high as the clouds are above give me the benefit, the one of the doubt and maybe these feelings soon will be out please try to love me, please try to care cuz being alone with myself is too much to bear. THANK YOU Thank you for listening and understanding Thank you for spending time with me when no one else would Thank you for calling and sending packages when I was depressed Thank you for the extra money Thank you for saying yes when you really wanted to say no Thank you for saying nothing when you knew I was wrong Thank you for teaching me about love Thank you for being supportive Thank you for liking my friends Thank you for letting my friends spend the night even when there wasn't enough room for our family Thank you for getting angry and upset and letting me see your pain Thank you for letting me choose what I wanted to do with my life Thank you for giving me the chance to go to college and thank you for paying for it And finally, thank you for being two of the best people I have ever had in my life I love you Mom and Dad Jenifr K. Zona I can't help but feel this love I have for you. It won't go away. Believe me I've tried. You can't understand how much I want to tell you, but it's hard to do. · I've looked at you from afar for so long. Our friendship is much too important to me to lose. So how can I risk it by telling you that I love you. There is no better feeling than that of having you near me. But if i could Ot1ly tell you; you'd be surprised. I don't know what to do! Please someone help me decide if I should lose a good friend or if I might gain a boyfriend. Arielle Shari Kardon \7!:!~\~ lkrl- !t-~· Than yo~-;n\' for your poems. Unfor nately, ue to an overflow of poems in recent weeks, and limited space-not all of them have gone in. We try our best. Be patient-they will go in next semester. \'~- .,.._.,_...,., .,-.. The Mist From the Fall Please don't even glance my way Those eyes hold too much wonder Given a chance, there's too much I would say And the sun would fuse with thunder. Please don't fool me with that chance When I know it will never be Open my eyes to the circumstance Free is all I ask you to be And just as I reach for you Reality burns these yearning hands In my eyes is a new shade of blue You see, the dream was my only chance. So, reason can't spread it's wings and fly and beyond your grasp is my call When I cry - you'll ask why ... It's just the mist from the fall. Upon Graduation Winter days are slowly coming seasons change as leaves gently fall The days keep on flowing Age is catching up to us all Times have since passed When life was easy and controlled Now we must go on playing our roles M.Goldberg hoping that society does not get the best of our souls. It would be far too easy to go back to that place where nothing mattered. The place where we were children and our thoughts ran free. Then, quite possibly, maybe we are better off here, where we can control our destiny. So, even though life has it's funny way of passing by too quickly, we rnust- in our hearts- go back to the places where we let our thoughts run free. And hope that the best of our souls are not taken by society. -Lorraine C. Lentz ,OOOOGOGOOOOOGGOOOOOOO~OO~~~OOOOOO~COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOC§IOOOOOOCOOOOOOOOOOO~OOO~ ,.
