A iti THE LION'S EYE cE SG pr — September-October, 1988 page 8 LC REATIVE WRITING TRYING TO REACH THE STARS When I was born, I was taught with a discipline. I was taught different values, My self-esteem was developed To heights beyond heights. I was educated by the world, Only to be given a chance to succeed in life or Reach My Stars Where are my stars? Who put them there? Was it I? No, it was those who reached the peak of life, Those who succeeded beyond suc- cess. I have only yet to see where the Lord will lead me. What is to become of me? Is it success? I have only yet to find out. Searching, grabbing, and dreaming of success. Only to make me work that much harder and wait that much longer. When is it to come? I will fly to my stars! But no, I must follow their paths. Schooling Knowledge Dreams Perhaps my stars are simply dreams, A mere thought. Perhaps success is a dream A mere thought, Or an impossible Only time will tell. So when you see my studying, Thinking, or even daydreaming, Please Don’t bother me. I’m merely Trying to Reach Their Stars Carmen Simmons LOVE YOUR FELLOW MAN Social Differences have caused world disasters. Tell you what it is, it’s power that they’re after. My only preference is To spread love, joy, and laughter. The world shouldn’t be full of war. Cause that’s not what we’re all here for. Macho images all are just a front They're only children playing soldier with real guns No one wants to die, but it’s the only way; To find out that life is no big game After death they’ll never be the same. In our world many people just don’t understand, That we are here to live and love our fellow man. In our world there is limited land So try to love your fellow man. Please try to love your fellow man. Just try to love your fellow man. Guy Schultz COULD IT BE GRAY? Looking out 2wards the dawn Watching the Gray Sunrise In my mind Pm flying high Over a royal purple sky Of this world I'm just a dream And if U disbelieve U’re a lie Have U ever had serious contem- plations Over things that had no rela- tions 2 this space, world or time Take Ure time think about it If U do U won’t doubt it And no longer will this place only exist in U're mind Close u’re eyes and look 4 the light Believe what U perceive When doing this the unthinkable is now in Sight And the lord is in the air U Breathe Jaymes Henegan MEETING Joy and Tribulation GOD; FAITH; HOPE; PEACE; JOY; AND MARY : ARE ALL WORDS ON MY HEART Sitting here wondering can all of this come together on the same accord Relax just have Faith and give all the praise unto the Lord My Heart is being pulled to and fro; It’s like I'm at a stand still My spirit and flesh fighting for a way to go. : God has been patiently teaching faith instead of Hope If I asked her that crucial question Would she tum and say nope? God has given me peace and Joy knowing that giving me a woman of my own heart I wouldn't destroy I'm Praying to God To Change all her wicked ways That she must tum to God in Spirit Misty Hollow Suicides I catch nips of conversatioin, just like others catch a cold In the soul-freezing air of Misty Hollow. . . “I hear there are ghosts In some of the older houses Down in Misty Hollow,” One man whispered to his Half-interested date, As they stepped daintily down The cobble-cracked streets Of Misty Hollow. Well there were some once. I know, I know for sure. Nice people they were, . Kind of quiet, Kind of sad. There was one, I must admit I knew him rather well. His name was Brandon James. They found him hanging from the rafters In one of those tattered old houses Down in Misty Hollow. And he’s been there ever since. You should have known him when he was alive, So he’s often told me. Moved out last week, though, Said Misty Hollow houses were . and Truth Always too drafty. Dawa Pinally ohm ood Yast. in these endless perilous Days I've always liked those tattered A joke; A smile; and conversation _, : ca old houses A glimmer from the past. I’m Really in tears as I write this letter Down in Misty Hollow. only Faith in God can change things I wonder how strong the rafters Knowing in my heart, I For the better ; are. have passionately longed for eg her. These feelings in my heart =. A vision of what could be did, are, and will occur. E. A. Schilling is such a scarry blur I can’t seemingly find out ; : how I still love her A Hug and Kiss, SAY N O : ne : 1 KNOW IT IS THE FLESH oy fallintothis wry conys LOVE 1 KNOW I T I can’t see it happening CAN PASTTHE TEST O I must endure with the Lord thoes ener DRUGS! Jerome Penn 9 8 \ AN IDENTITY CRISIS? No... Yeah... .. No... Yeah. .... I'm, crazy, ves I'm crazy. What do you get when you mix organization, love, values, success, confusion and the rest of me? CRAZY! I'm lost. Where am 1? You know what? This is not funny. This is . serious, and I am scared. I feel something flushing over the front of my body, much like I feel when I sink into deep water, which is horrible because I can’t swim. Things are changing as bluntly as night and day. Why? Because human beings go through this process; I don’t know why I expected to get around it, but instead I fell head first in it. “Who am 17?” “I am a well-grounded, guarded person ruled by my emo- tions.” I got an A+ on my paper for saying that. But this is what got me into this mess. Can you help me? I can be found in the White House. I'll be surrounded by jelly beans. Carmen Simmons \ J
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