Loara High School - Seaxe Yearbook (Anaheim, CA)

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The Lest Treasure I once knew of a treasure. A treasure so grand and precious It was locked away in a golden box. I searched for this box, And found it to be hidden Peep under the waters of a pond. I knelt over and looked in. My reflection was lost In the hue. Although I could not see it. The map I held marked this the spot. I then took up my sleeve. And plunged my arm deep into the abyss. The water was slimy and cold. As my hand went down. It touched upon mold. But suddenly my fingers touched It. As they caressed the box. Its brilliance warmed my body. My soul was given wings. And my heart set afire. Just then, the precious box slipped. Falling deeper, out of my grasp. So I reached farther. My arm felt the sting of leeches. But still I extended my arm. Again and again I tried. My arm soon became weak From the stolen blood. And so I removed my arm. Holding it close to my body, Thinking of new ways. But it soon became obvious. My arm was not long enough, And the treasure was not to be mine. So I looked into the pond For one final time. For a moment I saw myself in the reflection, Saddened by defeat, exhausted from the effor 4 M i mr i David Berggren Empty Space The world is cold with just mere logic; Facts are so little of what we are. God gave us a mighty imagination. Because the truth can only go so far. All my life I didn ' t know The power of freedom was so near. The chains of knowledge. But with imagination they disappear. And then at once it came to me: I heard it from Angel spies. My world was split and formed again. And the hearts ' fires filled my skies. Then I prayed unto my Lord To ask if I had fallen from His grace. And in a gentle voice God said, The only way to fall is to lose faith. So now I know it is good to feel. And the man who was once the stone Thinks his thoughts and imagines his ideas. And sits upon his throne. Michael Conn

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For Being A Senior As change occurs and time proceeds. it ' s strange to think it ' s time to leave. Though times spent here were lived with such stride, Just one more page in the book of life. Not wanting to forget, we will let go. Losing touch with the ones we know. Friends and lovers forever we thought. Just one dream we have sought. Frightened and shy as we started out. Now bold and strong but still many doubts. No more guidance, it ' s up to us. Our lite our own, our ideas to trust. Though there ' s so much more for us to know. Our teachers are different and different we ' ll grow Now ' s the end with a brand new beginning. Some of us losing, some of us winning. Our separate ways, we will seek. A new set of people for us to meet. Friends we are and soon will be less. Acquaintances at last, left behind are the best. The parties and nights we ' ve all spent together Now are just memories to last forever. All of this for being a senior. At long last it ' s time to leave here. Just one more thing, no more time I ' ll take, We all have yet our best friend to make! Mela Rodriguez My Broken Heart I feel lost without you. Yet sometimes with you. that ' s the way I want to be. You stabbed my heart; You made me bleed inside. But you. only to drink it like wine. I don ' t know what to expect next. A hit on my head with bricks? You invaded my private world. I didn ' t like the change from toad to cricket. What are you going to do about it? I gave you all of myself, but that Just wasn ' t good enough, was it? Why did you have to go in that way? Weren ' t you happy? Now the play is over. The fat woman sang, yet you missed It in a sense. Your skills no one chooses to remember. You cheated here; you committed suicide. You left without saying good-bye. If I was making you miserable. All you had to do is say. So I ' m doing the same, Only difference is I ' m going to live and go on To other things And forget you. Shelli Zacharias

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A question in the shadow n answer never to be lit The deep irony o( the anger we feel Life we must now lead Our pain was not the greater The question not as strong It followed only at the end Not before the last call The want of understanding The wish to be there We did wish. cry. scream The memories we need to keep For it is over, not said, but done Now our misery felt is the only one Finally peace would come Now the only thing left Is the word that echoes Why? Brandy Mai