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Poetry & Prose
November 1998
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Where Did the Year
Go?
by Victori Spence,
14
for Justin A.M.
sspence@nbnet.nb.ca
Where did the year
go?
From the time when our
slate was
clean,
The yearbook pictures
taken,
The football games
played,
And the leaves that fell
in colored
waves,
Tell me,
Where did the year
go?
When everything was
simple,
When everything was
wasted,
When the snow fell like
tin
angels,
Remind me,
Where did the year
go?
Where did that New Years
kiss
go,
That snowball
fight,
Those wastes or times it
seemed,
That I loved,
Where has it all
gone?
Who knows?
The birthday
parties,
The sadness of another year
passed,
Another year of my life
gone
by,
One year closer to my
fate,
And I ask,
Where did the year
go?
The sun showers,
The sudden spring
flowers,
I never thought twice
about,
The warm spring
rain,
The dew on the
leaves,
The warmth in the
mornings,
I took for
granted,
And yet I
question,
Where did the year
go?
The year I'll never live
again,
Wondering if I'll see the
next,
The days I hurried
through,
Assuming there would
be
another,
Could I go back and live
again?
Savor the year,
Smell every
scent,
Taste every
flavor,
And I wish I
knew,
Where did the year
go?
Why did it take me with
it?
Will I fade to black
too?
I weep,
Where is the
year?
Where is my life?
Where has it all
gone?
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crazy
by Ashlee, 13
Nick Name:
Spice104
Sarge@cp-tel.net
i'm starting to like boys
and now they flirt like i'm their
toy
sometimes its hard to say
no
but i do
then they say it over
and i say never ever
it's hard to be a girl
sometimes i think they put me on the
grill
but now i know
yea now
i'm not crazy
are they ??
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Tupac
by Lyndsey K., 13
Talk City Chat Name: Spinzey
lyndsey@worldpath.net
Today, I am much stronger, I don't
know what happened, but I grew.
Listening to Tupac. It made me strong.
Being devoted, listening to the
lyrics of his song. He made me grow
up. We had quite same lives.
He went through so much, in such little
time. He had such a "tough"
attitude. He inspired me not to be that
shy-small-town-girl anymore. He
taught me how to take his attitude and
individualize it to me. I became
him, he became me.
Tupac, you helped me through so much--yet we didn't
even touch. You
kept me alive when I wanted to die.
Your words so strong they sometimes
made me cry.
Your sayings are my bible. Keep your
head up, well that kept me from
dying...that made me who I am
today--
living for me,
not to please every playa-hata around.
You changed me 'Pac, from being that
plain white-girl from Maine--The girl
that blended in, living to please
everyone else, to the woman who
doesn't care what anyone else thinks.
Tupac, you are my god. I know you
lived for yourself, your mother &
trying to change the gangster ways.
Trying to wake up those folks who are in it for the
money--or who knows?
I never had the chance to meet you Pac,
but if I did I wouldn't bow to your
feet--you taught me not to--I would
look at you and say, "Pac, you taught me well...you
are my role model..."
Don't even deny, you're
a very inspirational guy. Pac, your
voice so strong...It makes me cry.
But, we both knew you were gonna die.
May you rest in peace..." Then I
would kiss you on the forehead and give
you a hug good-bye.
This may not impact you Pac, coming
from a middle-class-white girl from
Maine, but I just want you to know
you're an inspiration, and I simply
adore you.
Why did you have to die?
(in memory of Tupac Amaru
Shakur
1971-1996 "Live by the gun--die by the
gun.")
Untitled
by Lyndsey K, 13
Talk City Chat Name: Spinzey
lyndsey@worldpath.net
Why do you have to hurt me?
Do you know how much I love you?
How much I care?
When I was little,
All I could remember
were the good times--except for
once...you passed out on the hassock.
Me, mom and sis went to a hotel. I
can't remember much, but I guess it
was pretty bad.
Now, I'm sad...I'm older now, and I
know it's been bad. Back then, I can't
remember much anything so sad.
I know you're my dad, but how come you do this to
me?
Not mom, not Lauren, not anyone, they
can't possibly feel as bad as me!
I used to want to run, I used to really
want to die--Now I'm smart---now i
don't even cry.
You want to know why? I realize
now...I'm not alone. There's much
more people with problems like my
own. i live for me, you won't pull me
down with your problems that almost
make you drowned. It's impossible,
you can't mess with me.
All I ask...don't pull anyone else into
your deep hole of alcoholism. You
can forget about me joining you.
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