Live From the Teen Zone

By Kayla Feeney

“He slipped, hit his head and fell.”

“Wait a second, back up, what did she just say?”I thought to myself.

My mother spoke sadly, telling me how he went in and out of consciousness. Everything was being blocked out as I would hear my mom’s echo over and over as I would hear my mom say,

“He is [is, is] in a betterrr placeee now [now, now].”

“How could this have happened?” I said to myself quietly. “He’s in a better place now? What is she talking about?! He is dead, gone, his time passed, no longer around the corner, vanished.”

Grandma walked into the room, looking as if everything she had, her house, clothes and all of her belongings had been ripped from her hands, the truth was she still had everything except her stick thin, frumped and curled over, neat freak, smells like the scent of Clorox, one and only, Charles.

“Grandma, Mom says that Char is in a better place now.” I told her with a confused look on my face.

“Oh my darling,” she said with a smile trickling down her face as she tasted the saltiness, “he is.”

Huh? I thought to myself.

“Then why are you still crying?”

“Oh my darling,” she repeated once more, “It’s a terrible thing to lose someone, but to know there is no suffering and they are always with us is so important to remember.”

As I walked to school the next morning I looked up at the clouds and saw his face with a smile smacked upon it and I swear that he winked. I smiled and winked back as the cloud floated on.

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August 3, 2007

Poems from the Heart by Amelia Rocissano

Music
By: Amelia Rocissano

The wide, empty, echoing space,
Fill with the pounding insistent beat
Surrounding me and lifting me away,
There is no escape,
So I surrender.
It takes me on a journey,
Soaring above my fears,
Far from worry and stress
and unhappiness
Keeping the encroaching world away
Keeping me safe
Then, the wide space is a
void once more
and the world comes flying back at me.

Memories
By: Amelia Rocissano

Two golden haired little girls were we,
Jumping and playing merrily.
Dancing, softball, swimming,
Always the sound of laughter ringing.
Best friends forever, or so we said
Scarcely apart until it was time
For bed.
What happened to those good times?
How could our lives not be intertwined?
But soon, tears came at the one-two-finish,
Every win, would you diminish.
No joy for my success,
Only jealously and unhappiness.
What happened to the good times?
How could our lives not be intertwined?
Quarrels and harsh words tearing us apart,
Leaving a hole forever in my heart.
The years have passed and wisdom come
And hope that perhaps it can all be
Un-done
Forgiveness, I give you mine
Freely
If you will give me yours
Truly.
For what about the good times?
How could our lives not be intertwined?

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