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The official publication of the on Whidbey Island, Washington in Association with the South Whidbey Youth Connection
New Summer 2008 Edition of The Edge is Available Now!
*Read Excerpts from The Edge Below*
"Autumn Days"
Shelby McDaniel
Fall's touch paints the sky. Pallets of color unfold, jewelling the day.
Fallen leaves rattle below crisp autumn air, as fall's touch paints the sky.
Dawn begins to break, as fresh dew drops shine and jewel colorless days.
Sun streams and twinkles the grass. Fall's touch paints the sky, jewelling the days.
© 2008 Shelby McDaniel
"My True North"
Shelby McDaniel
Never afraid to take a chance. Her desires are her compass, her feelings a map, pointing to her true north.
Instinct and need drive her where she wants to be. The wind cannot sway her, she stands, strong as her dreams.
Speaking volumes through silent action. Letting everyone in, and turning a cheek from judgment and fear. They do not exist.
Powerful in thought, scraping against the grain, her mind an ocean of dreams.
Her breath is mine, her dreams are mine. My mind is foggy with her thoughts, and we move as one. She lives inside of me trying to break free.
But the alarm rings with reality. I awake and her courage and power are silenced, bottled and kept in the dark. To be known only by me.
© 2008 Shelby McDaniel
"Inadequacy" (Goodbye)
Allie Firth
Picture me lying still, Eyes closed, too drunk to feel, Too sad, to keep liqueur from pouring down my throat. It's not your fault. I'm supposed to be the strong one, Who keeps his goofy grin on his ugly face.
To you, I was better an idea, than a person. But you kept me sane. And don't be vain. My pain runs deep; these tears aren't all about you. But you kept me happy. Whenever I started thinking, I wanted to start drinking, But I couldn't because your friendship, Meant more than any bottle, and any pain in my heart.
But where are you now?
© 2008 Allie Firth
from "Island Rhythm"
Eric Sparks
I simply observe, this is not my island, YET a breeze of salty sea, smells just like chips. . . hours I sit watching, needing nothing else, a feeling the island gave me, a feeling nothing else could, a positive, carefree vibe, An unexpected feeling, rising from the ground.
© 2008 Eric Sparks
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