Loara High School - Seaxe Yearbook (Anaheim, CA)

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FAILURE CIN DRIPPING RED LETTERSD Another day Another failure Something else went wrong He s given up for he s tried To cope for too long He was the one with so much pain So he chose to rebel He made his father beat him He made his mother yell So he cut his hair and wore the clothes And thought himself so cool He skipped his classes and failed his tests And decided to drop out of school When his parents found out It was the first time he had heard them fight It was for these reasons that he chose to run away that night . 'fy' 1 'V , ff' 1 ' i 'f . ' r . . l . f All frxqx . ,-9 Life in the streets was not as easy as it seemed A 1 He was a failure there too 'Q A It's been a week since he left and since he ate So he held up a liquor store at two ,fx And when the old man triggered the alarm It was just a reflex to fire the gun And when he heard the siren off in the distance He could do nothing but run With sirens gettin' louder, he ran down the clark, dead-end street . After running for so long and with nowhere to go ,A he stopped and fell from his feet And with the red lights flashing in his eyes He had just enough energy to put the gun to his I i,hz W -nr head lust before the muscles in his head tightened He decided to pass out instead And to leave him alone in that cell Chmsty L' Thomas Was something they shouldn t have done When he awoke he figured out where he was He looked for something sharp for they had taken e gun In the office his parents were crying But glad that he was alive And if he only knew of their great concern He might have wanted to survive And as the rusty spring cut his wrist He figured out what he must scrawl By the time his parents reached the cell it was too late They saw Failure dripping on the Wall But he found what he was looking for Or at least something to suffice And a strange fear suddenly gripped him As he gripped his weapon like a vice Todd O Conner 208fperceptions A ml Thomdg

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Ann Pikoolthong - Derek Adams MAGENTA EYES Magenta eyes, Wai'in with a fire-red sparkle, Beckoning to anyone who will listen, Anyone who will understand, Slowly Closing gently, With a single silent tear, Running from the Corner, And sliding Softly Down a rosy pink Cheek. 'Qin le-be -Q Rapoport 2lO perceptioiis Chris Huicochea 75 me 7 'Q , Al Friske