MY
FRIEND
By Milia Williams
11 th Grade, Cheltenham High
School (PA)
A
friend is some one to cherish.
my friend the person i play with.
i once was lonely, but now i have something
a person to call my own.
a person to tell everything to.
my friend, my friend, my friend.
she had to go away now up into the sky where only
i know where she is.
my friend, my friend, my friend.
we play together had lots of fun and we talked
but like the wind she is gone again.
my friend, my friend, my friend.
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HOLY
MATRIMONY
By Jasmin Johnson
9th
Grade, Cheltenham High School (PA)
Have
you ever heard of blind weddings?
Where loneliness marries fantasy
And
they become one.
You see, this wasn't your typical wedding.
This wasn't your typical love story
to be jealous of.
This was a friendship fear.
where a girl wanders through a field of grass
with a dirty ball to keep her company.
As she questions her sanity
I swear darkness turns to light
It was like witnessing a funeral
magically transform into a wedding.
"I like the sound of that."
Friend.
Friend.
Things change when loneliness meets fantasy.
Things change when dreams come true in a nightmare.
This isn't your typical wedding.
This isn't your typical love story.
This isn't your typical friendship.
This is your typical nightmare.
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SOMEONE
SPECIAL
By Damani Dinkins
12th Grade, Upper Dublin (PA)
This
makes me feel like i am finally loved.
Like i am cared for.
I feel like i am
being touched by an angel.
How can u look so pretty.
Why can't I show you to my parents and friends?
Your like a dream, its like I have a fairy as a
friend.
Or a goddess or princess.
You are someone special and i hope we can be friends
forever.
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EMPTY
LUCIDITY
By Felicia Maisey
Graduate, Arcadia University
Blond
curls limp, Lifeless swingsets
beckoning children's play
Against the Autumn wind
of early rising moon
and falling leaves
she strolls
Alone--Always alone
caught in a web of quiet irrationality;
Struggling to make sense and questioning her sanity
Her tiny footsteps
crushing deadened earth
beneath her
Seasoned rains
now cloud covered and dormant
Threatening--they loom
closing the sky,
like ink wells being capped at dawn
A child with a woman's gait
she strolls against the emptiness
Trees standing erect
like soldiers blocking out hope
Within her frame lies
a fire, a spirit of discontent
Causing for peers an inclination
to ignore her-- to prefer the disconnect
And yet this deadened spirit
draws the enigmatic lady near--
Also, voicing her thoughts to an unseen ethereal
spirit
What is real and what is fantasy-
Peripheralized observers cannot know
Eyes cast downward;
only the child knows,
as she strolls among the shadows--
merging the barren with infinite possibilities....
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