friendship

Crushes come and go in our lives,
boys who were jerks are not here,
and now I sit and think back,
to those who were there.

My friends had always been there
to hold my hand and sigh
as I talked about him, flowing tears
and through the night I cried.

They told me guys were jerks,
and that they were bad.
They said that they weren't worth my while
and that all guys were crazy mad.

I overcame the sorrow,
fought back the dark and gloomy night
as I walked into the day's new light,
I stepped into tomorrow.

And now I know it won't be so bad,
not with them at my side.
I can face life's challenges
with TRUE love by my side.

Oh, what would I do without my friends...
I would be like a black hole,
taking in just whatever comes to me,
it's not having any effect on me...
Not without my friends...

Friends are something that everyone writes in their interests,
you just can't live without them.
They're a special thing,
the story of your life.

The main character in mine.

There was that day
In the park

The sun was hot.
My hand were cold
In the pockets of my
Giant blue jacket.

They climbed up and
Down the slide.

I watched.

Pitifully

From the wood chips
Bellow

By the sign that
Reminded me I need
A mommy to play.

Or a daddy.

I had neither.

You saw that.

Your hand extended
To offer help on the stairs.
And your mommy smiled.
She asked my name
And took off my coat.

Winter Carnival
A biting wind silently roars
A subtle knife tearing through me
Like cutting open a bursting net of dead fish
It spills into the now skeletal Carnival stalls
Aging them, to wash away the bawdy memories
while the empty colors fade
into a deeper haze of gray.

An arbitrating judge,
The Ferris wheel stands
High above the tumultuous hoards
Of confused and desperate emotion.
It deflects the sun’s pleading rays
Letting them fall rejected and useless
In the crisp sterile air.

You always said that life was a like a Ferris wheel
And I thought you meant it had its ups and downs
A roulette of good luck and bad
I thought you knew
You would always rise again
Under a golden crown of sunshine.
I thought that even in your sea of self
Pity, misery and shame,
You would still remember the smiles
Of crimson poppies, and eager crocuses,
The slobbery kisses of concord grape
A scent I thought impossible to forget

The acceptance
set deep in the iris of your dark,
tired
eyes makes you beautiful.
You sit with dignity,
unfazed by the roughness
of the road
or the condition of the overused bus.
I sit beside you
trying my very hardest
to accept,
as well as you can.
Two bananas rest in your crooked,
sun spotted,
gentle hands.
It has been hours
and your fruit has remained
untouched.
I presume you have intentions
beyond yourself.
In my lap lay cookies,
a treat but not a luxury.
I slowing take one out of its
wrapper and offer it across the aisle.
Silently you turn toward me,
your aging face braking into a smile.
You reach out your hand,
accepting my small act of sharing.
You nod ever so slightly and I believe
we understand.

The shimmering snow crunched beneath my feet as crystals of light bounced off of the glistening blanket. The trees swayed gently back and forth in the crisp breeze. I blew out a puff of air, my breath becoming a visible swirl as soon as it hit the air.
Winter in Vermont was always stunningly beautiful and entrancing. Especially in midday when the sun was out. My favorite thing to do when it was this sunny was to go sledding at Casey's hill, a giant hill perfect for fun and entertainment on a boring day.
So it was no wonder that I was spending the day at Casey’s Hill with some of my closest friends. Among these lifetime friends were Ryan, Kylie and Garrett. We had spent the whole day at Casey’s hill so far and hadn’t gotten bored yet. It was especially fun when your friends were almost as clumsy as you. Within the first five minutes we had fallen down at least six times and had slide down the hill a minimum of two times. Each.

“Rebecca it’s time to come inside for dinner,” Ma hollered from the kitchen.

I looked around me, everything slightly blurred and confused. Why was this seat so unbearably sticky? Why was I laughing so hard? What was so incredibly funny? Why was that man looking at my friends and me like we were maniacs? The tears rolled down my face, as it held in a position I couldn’t move it from. My body rock from side to side and my stomach hurt horribly. I had no control over anything as waves of fits came over my body. Except, really, I knew perfectly well where I was. I was in a restaurant, surrounded by three of the coolest people I had ever met. We had been there for over an hour, and had attracted more dirty looks than Joey when he made us lose recess for a week last year. I leaned my head against the board and sighed, tuning out the conversation for a little bit, knowing once I joined again that completely wonderful and overwhelming feeling would return. Closing my eyes, I realized the absurdity of the evening, but stifled a laugh again at the thought.

Lovebird Lane

Chapter One

The sun shines high in the sky as it slowly tans my soft body. It is finally summer vacation and I am spending the first day tanning in my backyard. Fake palm trees surround our back porch, which my father made an extension on last summer. The once plain porch now leads all the way out to the middle of the yard forming a circle, leaving us plenty of room to relax. The palm trees surrounding the circle gives me a sense of paradise. It makes me think I am in a completely different world and all my worries just wash away. The soft music playing through my white earphones relaxes me and I close my eyes. This is going to be the best summer. I am going off to college in the fall and I just need to start over, start something new. The four years of high school just seemed to drag on and I am happy to finally be out of there.

I never knew
How amazing
Your poetry is
Or
How amazing
Our friendship is

I never knew
That being
Best friends
Meant
Being us

I never knew
The strength
The courage
Standing up
For each other

Just
To push
The other down
And laugh XD

I never knew
How close
People could be
Until
It was
You and me

I never knew

And yet
It's always
Been around
But I couldn't
See
Through
Closed eyes

I never knew
That you'd
Opened my lids
Sprayed water
In my face
Smacked me
A few times

I never knew
That I'd
Woken up
From my
Nightmare

Until I met
You

We were such good friends,
What happened here?
We fell apart,
Over the year.
Became so close.
He interfered.
He messed with us,
Trust, that was so clear.

We were such young kids,
Wasting our time.
Searching for things
We couldn’t find.
Already lost
The battle begun,
Between a boy
And us, with loaded guns.

Don’t fall for him.
He’ll hurt you, don’t you see?

Friendship
By: Alison Lussier

The most open relationship,
And it turns,
It turns to a secret.

Why all of a sudden,
You can just change,
Change in to this monster?

Where is the person I used to know?
All I want,
That’s all I want; a friendship.

You don’t understand,
So what,
Now you won’t talk?

How mature!
Let me live my life,
I just want a friendship.

Hair dyed the perfect shade
Streaked with virtual sun
Eyes lined flawlessly
Down the court she runs
A squirt of sticky spray
Keeps everything in place
And her waterproof mascara
Never runs down her pale, smiling face
Her uniform's ironed flat and clean
Her sneakers squeak, neatly tied
The ball floats between her hand and the floor
Her opponents gasp as she runs by

Forever

Remembering, great memories.

Interesting things kept inside.

Endless fun times

Needing each other when times get rough.

Deciding, together what we’ll do.

Sister we are and will stay forever.

They say breaking up is hard to do
Then why did I always imagine it with glamour?
Teen-movie tears running down my cheeks
In a deserted ally
Or by my best friends and ice cream
Finally my turn arrive
Not with a boyfriend;
A best friend
I’m always crying
Sobbing at night
Waking to puffy-eyed mornings
I’m always angry
Angry at myself for letting it go

Once I had a friend, who knew me like i was a book,
Reading between the pages,
anylizing every look,
and then one day she became pouplar
and left me pretty quick
to go meet those new friends, her very own new click

she changed,
so much
I miss her
so much
time to face reality
growing up has never hurt so much
she's gone

It was a late afternoon in September as we leaned up against the dirty, paint-chipped walls of the dugout, finishing our cigarettes. The air was cool, not cold, and the breeze felt good as it ruffled our clothes. I smiled over at her, knowing that her head probably felt as light as mine; we were pretty inexperienced smokers, and it wasn’t very hard to get a decent buzz going.