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CAROLINA FRIENDS SCHOOL
Creative Thoughts from Middle School Minds
Are you ready for an exciting year? The digital lit mag includes poems,
photography, art, and more!
The Digital Lit Mag
2011-12
Lit mag staff: Hadiyah Omar, Henry Spuria, James DePolo, Kaydi Zembow, Shafe Selvidge, Tyler French, Victoria Cruell, Zoe Scretchings.
9/11On that one fateful
day, Al Qaeda terrorists went out to hijack 4 planes. One of them hit the
North tower. People were crying and screaming, not
knowing what to do. Soon after, the South tower had been hit. Another plane hit the the
Pentagon. The fourth plane was
also going to Washington, D.C.
Some people believe they were
heading for the White House or the
Capitol Building. The passengers
found out what was happening, and
they managed to overthrow the hijackers and
crash the plane into a field in
Pennsylvania. Both towers fell, but only 16 people
survived. Many people that day
risked their lives and died heroes.
9/11 Never Forgotten
Zoe Scretchings
September 12, 2001
Tuesday, September 11, 2001
A gorgeous day with blue skies and a bright sun
In New York people were walking with smiles lit
Soon before the North Tower would be hit
BOOM! People were running all over the place
It’s no Ime for rhyming, let’s cut to the chase
Confusion, fright, emoIons were running wild
Fireman were sent out to help people in need
BOOM! The South Tower’s been hit!
The firemen got busy, they put the fire out
But this parIcular job was harder than they thought
An hour later the South Tower fell down
ALL the way down to the ground
By now they discovered this was no mistake4 planes had been hijacked, it was a terrorist aPack
This just in, the North Tower has fallen down
ALL the way down to the ground
This is for the brave souls
The people who had to make the decision to burn or to jump
The people who had to tell their kids,
“Daddy’s not coming home.”
The legacy of 9/11 is not to grieve for the loss
But to remember the heroes who risked and gave their lives
for other people
NUMBERSPeople who died
2,998Firemen who died
343Survivors when the
towers fell
16
the way in, and the way out
every middle schooler has a double challenge:
first, to be unique and to appreciate all that makes one special,and second to be connected to others
and to appreciate the sameness at the heart of all of us,
what gives shape can make us uncomfortablethe skin that surrounds us,
the essence within us,can feel like the first draft of work,as we feel each flaw as a mistake
that draws the myopic eye,whereas there’s that of creation in that draft
and we should honor how far it goes toward what can be true,the first step out from possibility into the actual
is always worthy of awe,
who we are at our heart does not want to stay alone,and every step we make that is of a true connection
pulls us toward the other to make a whole larger than the sum of parts,
the young work their souls hard in this daunting challenge,all of us should honor the way in to ourselves
and the way out to otherswith the substance our lives.
by Henry H. WalkerOctober 8, ’11
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For those who write their music,dare dream for seas who sail by stars,
and dance on every breeze,for those who live life,
for those who write their music
Poem by:Natasja Brezenski
POEMS...
Layout and photography by: Victoria C.
B Y : S E L E N A F A I T H
DIAMONDP O E T R Y
Like a
I feel it all rush up
the anger
and the pain
my vision blurs
as a little drop of water
falls to the floor
like a diamond
shattering apart
I sit
and let the tears fall
from my eyes
and they all shatter apart
as they hit the floor
and new diamonds rise up
and start falling too
Layout by: Victoria Cruell
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POEMSby selena
My feet splash into the water
and the sand slush splatters against my
ankles the ocean spay flies into
the air and lights up as it shines
in front of the sunmy legs move fasterand fasterwith each lungefarther and fartheri stopand the waves splash
against my legs as i look into the oceanand i start believing
look at some other poems on the website
layout by henry spuria
I am here at last
the time has passed
I’m here for good
so strong I stood
the wind has blown
and I have grown
I’m stronger now
I don’t know how
but life is here
and I know dear
that life is hard
just say you’ll stay
Go fly away
into the sky
it’s time to say
goodbye goodbye
HELLO HELLO,
GOODBYE GOODBYE
Poem by: Selena Faith
Photography and layout by: Victoria Cruell
My dogs are so much funThey greet me at that door and walk me out before I leaveWhen I am home they sit on my lap and chase toysSometime they’re bad and they chew up my shoes or eat off the table,But they are still so much funWoof Woof
By Ben Alexander
Layout by James DePolo
the black cat
sleek
powerful,
and clever
my friend who I loved
and who though he couldn’t talk
I felt like I could read what he was trying to tell me
every day
I went to see him
until
one day
he wasn’t there
why I asked, they said he was gone,
why I asked again they said he was dead.
SPOTBy Liam Searles-Bohs
I feel like Iʼve been sitting here for years Face-down, canʼt moveOr else he might see meWhat is this near my nose?It has the consistency of dried applesauce or crusty milk.Elmerʼs glue on my floppy earThe two little round spots on my side which Iʼm named after
Ooop! Up I go, thrown high in the airAnd then down like a rock.His gentle hands catch me and then drop me onto the bed,destined to lie here for another year.
A best friend
someone
to tell
anything
at all
to trust and to care
for
the best thing
that you could
ever have,
a dog
By Anonymous
Layout by Kaydi
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POEMSby jackson cecil
the smell of a new rainfills the air voices soundbutnature takes overonce morecrickets and birdscompete forloudest song of the morning bringing the sun out in all its glorythe canopyblocking it out like blinders on a horsethe watertricklesscilantantly in the streamas an assasianwould creep up on preya new callbrakes through the high pitched hum of the incektsthe sun pieces theclouds like a fang through skinblinding me
poem from writing quest!
Drawing by: Nora Martin
Clear skies on a silent day.
A magical garden
just waiting for someone
to open the gates–
open the gate to an alternate universe.
A place where imagination is the key.
Poem, photography and layout by: Victoria Cruell
Flying CarpBy Seth Lee
A flying CarpIn the sky
I’m hoping heWill do a dive
In the water
From up high
With a splash
It almost died
Layout by Shafe
By Enjay Layout by James DePolo She has a place in many hearts But I’m afraid she’s out of aces And is stuck with the wrong cars And everyday sees the wrong faces Many street songs are dedicated to her name Shouting for her to never change and to always stay the same A daughter of the streets Her heart losing its heat But to me she means everything And I’ve always got her back She’s always been loyal And these are all facts She’s loyal even if your dumb or smart And I’ll always be loyal, Copenhagen you’re my heart!
The Redwood Forest By Zoe Lindsey-‐Mills Layout by James DePolo
There was only one way and that was up Higher and higher until out of sight
We hiked and hoped over zig zaged routes There was one that was so big we climbed right inside
It was so beautiful there was only peace and nothing but silence
TIMEtime is fast or slow
you have got to accept ittick tock goes the clock
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Poem and photo by Kaydi H. Zembow
Tryby Fiona Lane
______________There are only so many ways I can try,try to show you, show you who I am,because I am afraid.There are only so many times I can try, try to tell you, tell you I am afraid, because I am who I am.
Drawing by Kaydi Zembow
Whispers
I am the whispers picked up by the waves,
the murmurs heard by the hills, standing forever,
listening forever.
I am the voices recalled by the woods,
slowly remembering the things said long ago.
I am the whispers picked up by the rivers,
the murmurs heard by the valleys, sinking forever,
listening forever
I am the voices recalled by the birds,
slowly remembering things said long ago.
I am the whispers picked up by the waterfall
the murmurs heard by the mountains, ruling forever,
listening forever.
I am the voices recalled by the butter<lies,
slowly remembering the things said long ago.
Swan LakePoem By Georgia Fabec Layout By Zoe Scretchings
I remember the time I played Swan lake
I was the princess the star Beauty! I was the one the shined over everyone in the townWith my gleaming eyes and grace everyone wanted to be me...I would always find the secrets beneathI was the mighty swan!BECAUSE THAT IS WHOM I WANTED TO BE!
Look at all those little black
squiggles
Some day I’d like to learn how to
decode them
But for now all I need is the pictures
Without looking at the words
I know exactly what’s happening
Sometimes I will be read to,
But I like looking just as much.
The words are dry cereal flakes
Blissful Illiteracy
Look at all those little black squiggles
Some day I’d like to learn how to decode them
But for now all I need is the pictures
Without looking at the words
I know exactly what’s happening
Sometimes I will be read to,
But I like looking just as much.
The words are dry cereal flakes
And the pictures succulent, sugar-covered raisins
Dripping in the milky white of the page.
When I see only words I sail by without even looking
but then I turn the page and find a full page picture,
like finding an island paradise after sailing by only desolate and uninhabited
islands.
I still feel very similarly.
Looking back sometimes I still feel the letters are like little black ants
marching across the page taking the color from a beautiful picnic.
Liam Searles-Bohs
Layout and photography by Victoria Cruell
Poem by:
Jim
James
Tyler
Victoria
Zoe
Henry
Shafe
Kaydi Hadiyah
Digital Lit Mag Staff ProfilesBy: James DePolo