Torrey Pines High School - Freeflight Yearbook (Del Mar, CA)

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Dying A man stands crying, softly dying, In a darkened empty room, His back is turned as it in hiding From a light that isn't guiding tThe light he finds is simply blindingj He's troubled by the gloom. Silent tears roll off his cheek, The hidden fears of tomorrow They hit the ground and burst apart Like the broken pieces of his heart To illustrate his sorrow. In a moment of interjection He turns toward his reflection And as he lowers to his knees, His image remains standing And sees the life it was commanding Hollow with the breeze. As the wind blows through the wooden room lt takes with it the stains Of shattered dreams and endless crying, Of what it means to be dying, And still the shell remains . . . And still he feels the pains. By Josh Hose Ena'ing.r If all endings are new beginnings - l'll begin it once more with you. For every laugh and shedded tear, Together, it took two. lf all endings are new beginnings -- Then what's the reason to cry - If all endings are new beginnings - Then why is it so hard to hug you good bye? By Annie Bradshaw Me Sitting quietly by the sea. A new day, same old me. l wonder if things are going to change. Sometimes life's easy, sometimes it's strange. Wondering what's going on in me. Trying to figure out what's going to be. By Susan Thomas

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CREATIVITY OH F riena'.r Silent rainfall Streaks the window Paints the town in shades of grey Water color soft As a distant cherished memory. The trees sway softly in the wind . . . I will remember. The sun sets silent blue and violet , . . I will remember. The children's laughter echoes down the street . . . I will remember. By lsamu Nakayama Tim e Time, time Tomorrow, today. Arise it when? Arise it may. There will never be Another today. So live your life Right now, this day. Enjoy each moment 'Till you can't forget, For everything dies, But die? Not yet. You must believe You will grow old, And women and men You cannot hold, Your laughter dies As you fade away, Now you cannot live! You're are old and grey. By Monette Marino Thought? Today, as the hot dry winds of August blew my hair into knarled masses of confusion, I found myself - my mind - drifting to thoughts of Autumn. September was indeed becoming closer to reality, and with this season came the fear of knowledge, of again learning lessons on only the material elements of a life which, - in reality, held much more. I knew too, that the longer I pondered these thoughts, the faster the leaves would fall. By Cori Sherman The Rain The rain was here, and through the falling crystal I was able to peer shallowy into the future. It's too bad the rain would never be deep enough for me to swim through its mysteries tomorrows, By Cori Sherman Love There are two kinds of love in this physical dimention. One is friendship, the other physical attraction. When physical attraction is dead and gone, there is always friendship to fall back upon. That is why I say I am most depressed at the loss of a friend today. So I fall farther from thee to the friends who truly love me. I will always forgive thee for the pain you have intrusted within me. For I know in some distant day I will find this true love on the crossroad between the two. By Robert Grim Man Your Bafffe Sfafions You start out by standing alone and vulnerable Slowly, things start to change: You build yourself a fort to hide within so you won't get hurt and you arm yourself, planning your defense and other strategic moves. Your holding increases It took you a long, hard time to get what you now have and you're not about to let it go without a struggle. It's too important to you, and you fight to the very end. When your ammunition is gone, you have the white flag and surrender to your opponent, you limp away with deep wounds that may never heal. Count the casualties . . . Love is a war . .. By Holly Schryver

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