2004

 

Don’t deny it…

You’re heart is too big…

You’re an Angel…

Listen to the words…

They sing…

 

                                                --refrain from “Words of the Heart”

                                                              Maureen Anderson

 

 

 

Katherine Kruta

 

To Walk Ever On

 

Down a dark path

My feet take me far

The sunlight filters through

The trees are warily silent

And I walk ever on

 

Paths always have beginnings

Sprinkled with turns

And bends and forks

Will it ever end?

I shalk walk ever on

 

I cannot walk alone

I know not the way

I ask for help and still

No one can hear me cry

I must walk ever on

 

 

To walk in solitude

Is not my heart's desire

I long for a love pure

And companionship I seek

To help walk ever on

 

I am no longer alone

Joined I am by he

One who would not love

And would not stay with me

It hurts to walk ever on

 

I am joined once more

By a chattering girl

Conceited, harsh, and cold

I bid her leave my path

And I walk ever on

 

Finally, One approaches me

He offers a strong, firm hand

And I take it wearily

We continue hand in hand

And We walk ever on

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Velvet Voice

 

The silence is broken

A voice, singing the song of the dawn

Clear tones and smooth, rich timbre

A thousand hearts are captivated

A velvet voice, of pure emotion

Singing to the welcoming sky

Alone is he, but not alone

He is lost in the Rhapsody

Oblivious to the others, spellbound

A velvet voice, singing unashamedly

Dancing on the notes in joy

Lost in the music from the soul

Lost in the beauty of a voice

So pure and confident

A velvet voice, proclaiming love

Stronger than a tiger

And richer than a king

Floating up to heaven

Where God listens, and smiles

A velvet voice, of true emotion

Sings one last heartbreaking note

And then is embraced by silence

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Can one forever live within a dream?

 

Can one forever live within a dream?

Daydreams of adventure and romance

So much more than plain reality

Danger and treachery across every corner

Sprinkled with love and fantasy

Anything and everything one can see

Can become real within a dream

The struggles of good and evil

The tragedies of forbidden love

Can one know a fairy tale?

Impossible things turn to miracle

And magic comes alive with thought

Daydreaming of journeys and quests

Prince Charming is always there

Courtly Intrigue and devil’s games

Why cannot these things be real?

Enchanting worlds and characters

Always will appear in dreams

Daydreams will stay in one’s heart

Always there and always wishing

But will never come to pass

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Untitled

 

It was a chilling sort of silence. The silence of a thousand hearts waiting; waiting for that inevitable moment when the silence would be broken by the first haunting strains of violins. The moment came, and the hearts swelled as the strains grew in strength to resemble a flowing river, strong and certain.

            The long, endless notes were soon joined by the high flutes, singing as must an angel. The melody slipping up and down, dancing in waves around the longer notes of violins. A charming sound, to be sure, but lacking something.

            Strong trumpets resounded, echoing in the great hall, adding the joyous sounds reminding one of a frolicking fawn, leaping through a meadow of waving grasses. Then came sounds like the wind whistling through the trees, adding depth to the already deep music.       

            Deep, but still lacking complete depth. To complete, heavy timpanis jump in, sounding for all the world like crashing thunder. A veritable storm erupts, and the violins abandon their lazy song to react excitedly in short bursts as the trumpets and flutes call to one another. The music is swept up in a cacophony of sound, which then transitions quickly into a disorganized harmony. Each instrument individually lovely, but even more beautiful with the other so very different instruments.

            Everything is silenced by a sound like a soft rain, which grows steadily louder and faster, and the beat of the drums is pounding into the very souls of the listeners. Vibrations are felt in the chest, till it feels as though the heart would break from the very soulful beat. The music then eases into a soft song which haunts the soul. Like watching the sun set as if it would never rise agan.

            One by one, the instruments cease, until at long last, one final strain of one single violin plays on, as if for eternity.

            It ends, quietly, and seemingly unimportant.

            The chilling silence….then…

            Thunderous applause, two thousand hands clapping together to form an enormous sound, swallowing the silence. Touched hearts show their approval by the sound, and it is by this that the musicians knew their song was not in vain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Audition

 

On edge

Stomach rumbling

Hands trembling

I repeat the words in my head

Over and over...

Just get it over with...

I dance from one foot to the other

My nerves calm...

...Still I am

Nervous

Nervous

Throat dry

Head aching

Legs like jelly

Deep breaths

Deep, deep

Drawing in, out

I am calm.

My name is called

I wait by the door.

Stomach flip flops

The other leaves the room

"Go on," she urges

I walk in

"My name is Catherine.

I'll be singing -"

The music starts

I listen, and miss

The music stops

I fight back tears

One note, one note

I match it

I sing, lose the note

I fight back tears

I stare at the back walls

Music notes dance

On a black staff

The music starts

I sing

My voice soars

I dare not smile

I listen intently

To the piano

I lose the words

I grasp, grasp

The music continues

Leaving me behind

My hands shake

My voice disappears

I leave the room

Despair

I walk out

Tears flood my eyes

I let them fall

All the way home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Story of Love

 

The other day I heard a song

It was like no other

It told a story of a man

Who walked upon the water

He was the Promised One of old

The one sent from the father

 

I listened to the tale that told

of peace and pain and love

It lifted weights up off my heart

And gave me hope of heaven

I knew that he would save me too

He was sent for all mankind

 

He gave his life for you and me

He died upon the tree

Pain, thirst, hunger and suffering

He dueled with e'en the devil

He triumphed o'er the cursed one

And rose again with splendor

 

I listened to these words with joy

A savior here for me

He came, he died, he rose for us

A trial of greatest love

We shall see the light of paradise

Father, Son, and Hallowed Ghost

 

 

 

 

To Walk Ever On

 

Down a dark path

My feet take me far

The sunlight filters through

The trees are warily silent

And I walk ever on

 

Paths always have beginnings

Sprinkled with turns

And bends and forks

Will it ever end?

I shalk walk ever on

 

I cannot walk alone

I know not the way

I ask for help and still

No one can hear me cry

I must walk ever on

 

To walk in solitude

Is not my heart's desire

I long for a love pure

And companionship I seek

To help walk ever on

 

I am no longer alone

Joined I am by he

One who would not love

And would not stay with me

It hurts to walk ever on

 

I am joined once more

By a chattering girl

Conceited, harsh, and cold

I bid her leave my path

And I walk ever on

 

Finally, One approaches me

He offers a strong, firm hand

And I take it wearily

We continue hand in hand

And We walk ever on

 

 

 

Maureen Anderson

 

A Psalm for Guidance

 

Lord, my heart is torn and broken,

As my house is divided.

I put my trust in you,

Guide me in what to do.

I put my burden at your feet,

I’ll wait for you to guide me.

It’s You who will mend me,

And save me from myself.

You have calmed my tortured soul,

And healed my broken heart.

I lift up my eyes to the sky above,

To where You are in heaven.

I put my hope and trust in You,

From this time forth and forever.

 

Joy of My Lord

Overrunning my soul

Is the joy of my Lord.

His never-ending love

Is creating my world.

I’m going to yell his name

For all the place to see

How great and awesome my heavenly Lord can be.

This joy is mine and overflowing.

I cannot contain it anymore.

I’m going to sing and dance

And give it all away so everyone can see

The grace my Lord has given me.

 

His name I’m going to lift

To the stars and the moon

For all the world to see

How much love they can receive.

His love reaches everyone

But only a few will agree.

Then I’ll be there to help the rest

Get back into the game.

Then they will all

Be praising His heavenly name.

Our joy, Our love will reach

Everywhere that can be touched.

Our Lord, our God

Will give out all His love

So that we may be free.

And then we’ll sing

About His heavenly name.

 

 

 

 

 

 

To Be the Best of Friends

 

I’m sneaky and mischievous,

With one too many things up my sleeves,

I like to plan and mess up certain things,

But I would never harm you intentionally.

I consider you closer than others,

Even up to the point that you’re my long lost sister.

We argue with passion about weird things,

Sometimes I wonder what we were thinking.

I’m sorry for the troubles I cause,

But you’re just getting to know my flaws.

I know it’s silly and a little extreme,

But that’s what being a friend means.

I love you more than you would believe,

You mean a world and more to me.

We can stick it out together,

Banish away all the sad thoughts and rainy weather!

We’ll keep on going,

Proving how good of friends we can be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Before the Day Ends

 

Before the day ends,

There’s something I must say,

If it weren’t for you,

I wouldn’t be here today.

You listened to my fears,

Said, “Everything is all right.”

You were always there,

To lead me through the night.

I don’t know how you did it,

How you put up with me,

Somehow you made everything right,

Letting me live my dreams.

You pulled out the light,

Shining within me.

 

 

Would You?

 

If one day I was gone would you have missed me all along?

Would you miss my smile or my laugh?

Perhaps how I silently say in class?

Maybe my silly, nonsense sayings?

Then again would you miss my optimism?

If you were never a good friend, would you still care for me in the end?

Did you mock me and regret having done it now?

Why must we notice everything good only when it ends?

Why can’t we see it when it all begins/

Life is a long, winding road.

Sometimes curves get in our way.

Sometimes the curves just won’t go away.

How do you make things the best?

How can you beat those curves like all the rest?

Take in your heart all the good around you.

Life is too short to miss.

 

 

 

 

Amanda Bagley

 

Untitled

 

As I wake, I feel the sun’s warmth stretch across my bed.  The air is fresh, and the day feels new.  A Brand New Start.  Nothing has gone wrong.  I am ready for anything.  Today will be a great day!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lindsey Bland

 

Night Eyes

 

You feel their presence on you,

Silently probing, searching.

Windows to the soul glazed with ebony,

They haunt your mind.

Hollow orbs, dark and fathomless,

Pulsing with strange energy.

They draw you in and fill your vision,

Like hungry black holes.

You must not lose yourself,

For you will never find your way back.

In pools of liquid cobalt you drown,

Never to break the surface.

Your know you must fight.

Your know you must flee.

But you cannot.

You are too far gone….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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     “It’s a lot later than I thought.”

     The girl stepping off the darkened porch commented to herself as she glanced at her watch.  Actually, it was close to eleven thirty.    

     “How long was I at Julie’s house?” she thought to herself as she started down the deserted street to her own house.  The wind chilled her as she walked, and she wrapped her jacket around her bare shoulders.  She didn’t remember its being this cold before she left.  It was late spring after all.  A moist, cold something fluttered onto her cheek, and she brushed at it absently.  She stared down at her hand as another feeling of dampness settled there.  In her cupped hand was a snowflake which quickly disappeared as it melted.  With a gasp, she looked around herself.  The ground was already covered in a thick blanket of fresh snow.

 

 

Brianne Victor

 

Untitled

 

Every time I see you, I feel like, “Hey, my feet are gelatinous.”  And the feeling slowly creeps its way past my kneecaps and through my stomach.  And if I thought it was humanly possible, I’d say, “Hey, I’m a puddle.  You can walk through me if you want.”  And sometimes you do.  And it hurts me.  But for whatever reason, I keep coming back, like a bear pawing through the honeycomb.  Despite the stings that penetrate its paws and shout, it persists to gather the delectable sweetness.  And so your words and haughty glances sting me, and yet I persist.  I persist to catch your eye.  I persist to be with you.  I persist to make you happy.  Because I love you.  You make me a puddle.  And I don’t think you realize that.

 

 

 

 

Anna Skidis

 

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Lauren has long, lovely locks

Her hairstyle positively rocks

Her curly hair she must tame

If not worked with, it’s not quite the same.

It frizzes and poofs all over the place

It crisses and crosses over her agitated face

It swirls and twirls ever which way

And this is why she does her hair every day!