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Daydreams
Each average day in life
Can be filled with dreams and imagined scenarios
If you put a little effort into making them real.
That’s all it takes
Five minutes when you’re walking alone
And you could become a knight
An astronaut
An adult
Or a child.
Five minutes and you could do something you never thought you’d do. You could get into a bar fight
Go to a place that doesn’t technically exist
Jump out of a plane
Or visit someone you haven’t seen in awhile
If you wanted, you could fight dragons.
Knowledge is limited, but imagination goes on forever.
Danielle Krakovsky ’18
A Mirror
Once upon a time there lives a beautiful lady who was admired by all of the folks in her little town.
That lady loves brushing her long brown hair, and whenever she does
it her mom will always be around to help her because her hair was too long. She can’t see her face because they had now mirrors by then. Peo- ple always praise her for her beauty. One evening she asked if her mom could really describe how she looks, in spite of all the descriptions given by her mother she was not content . She lived all her life not being happy though many adore her appearance. One evening, there came an old man who can perform magics for the lady to see her face. The magician turn a little gray board into a mirror and the lady was happy to see her beautiful tiny face. Since then till now females love mirror, and looking at their faces for the beauty that had been kept unseen from them.
Catherine Clement Ladu ’18
Goals
Don’t let go of a goal,
For if a goal fades away, Ambition is a flower without light, That cannot grow.
Don’t let go of a goal,
For when goals leave, Ambition is a broken lock, With ice frozen over it.
Storm Warning
I ride in on a veil of darkness-
Eliminating light wherever I go.
My applause reverberates with a resounding starkness.
I jostle palm trees when I exhale And cause docks to tremble With the force of my gale.
I rip the sky with a silver bloom;
Illuminating everything that tries to hide.
I drench all that falls under my gloom, Saturating the landscape and fueling the tide.
When I move on, I look back
To see the product of my handiwork;
A squeaky clean expanse is left in my track.
Dominic Cotugno ’19
Free Verse 2
Now the long days linger like the heavy fog after a cool morning rain Once they went by too fast, in a flash
A young boy running through the once busy town
The musty aroma latches onto my fresh linen shirt
Mixing to form a heavy scent that trails behind me
like a child following his mother
The dust leaves a heavy layer and roams through the room like a ghost Long ago the home held a cozy feeling and wrapped anyone
who entered in a feeling of warm embrace
Like the warm fleece blanket a grandma handmade fresh out of the dryer Now the once bright pastel walls that held a feeling of innocence peel down the walls like a water drop on the window of a rainy day
The crisp autumn winds howls through the shell of a house and pushes all the dust and debris in it’s path to the corners
Like a bulldozer picking everything up in its past
The ceiling fan dangles on it’s last limb and overlooks the once happy home like a guardian angel, refusing to leave Remembering the day that the once happy family fell apart and left the house a lonely lost child
Amanda Nill ’18
Gina Marzano ’18