Ocean Township High School - Sandpiper Yearbook (Oakhurst, NJ)

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Solitude nding in solitude - is hypnotized the flowing movement he curtains wing gently in the breeze. DEAR ANGEL When we first met I knew You were special Maybe it was the way You looked at me or maybe that smile You always talked of Her Her special look Her special way And I listened with envy We became closer with each passing day You told me I was special a unique friend someone You loved more than anyone and You always talked of Her and I listened with curiosity You were not content with what we had You wanted a different love - afternoon sun warms her it filters softly ugh the thin cloth - a shadow faIIs ntly on the .floor behind her. - is at peace . wishes that this quiet moment last forever. Tanya Klein '80 I sit here in my faded Ievis with my sneakers kicked off and my hair falling upon my face. James Taylor sings to me as i sketch the plant which hangs upon the ceiling. My eyes begin to wander and fall upon my shelves which hold my memories of yesterday and hopes of tomorrow. I can hear the rain lightly patting the roof and wandering to the window pane. My mind begins to think of the past and dream of the future I sit here so 002in on my patchwork quilt and though I am alone, I am not lonely I'm in my very own world, something no one can take away from me, something that keeps me company when no one is there for me. I love this world, but will return to the other with its challenges and adventures But for now I'll just sing with James Taylor and finish my sketch of the plant which hangs upon the ceiling. Lori Huntowski '82 Dana Acerra 80 A different caring I was confused, resistant But I did not want to lose You So I gave You what You asked of me And we shared love, laughter. joy Yet still You talked of Her and I listened with understanding And then came the day You said it wasn't right That we had to return to the original love The original caring And You talked of her While I listened with tears You asked me for my friendship my understanding my support But you were so far away I couldn't reach You You were beyond my grasp While You talked of Her And forced me to listen You told me You felt empty inside And asked me IIWhy? But I could not answer Fury filled You You thought I held the answers the security the support But I didn't, I couldn't For You had taken my heart, I was empty I was cold And still You talked of Her . .. Lori Huntowski '82

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WORDS My mind is filled with thoughts and words that I just cant seem to get out. if i open my mouth, they will surely escape, though who knows how much sense I will make? But if i pick up a pen ... It will be like opening a door. Quickly and orderly the words will file out like a line of convicts waiting to be freed. But now that theyire out - what will they do? Will they be beautiful and kind enough to make someone happy? Or will they hurt someone so badly that lill have to take them back and lock them away for life - wishing that I'd never set them free. Tanya Klein '80 Lisa O'Connell '82 ESCAPE Escape, From the Barrier of Time. Problems approach, as the time nears. I long for the future, To pass todayis anxieties, All things rush, Blocking the path, Prolonging the pain. The Brain muddled, the Heart drowning . . . But I fight to reach the surface. Beyond e p t h To gasp . . . And regain consciousness, But time seems Infinite, creeping . . . wreathing .. . never moving. Sadistically - Sneering, snickering, and stalling. Robin Slutsky ,80