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S: PACEM 2011

BC: Oak Hill Academy 2011

FC: Pacem 2011 | Photo by Ben Jones, Senior Best in Show, OHA Art Show 2011

1: Pacem Editors: Lizz Spicknall, Senior Editor Kelsey Kyle, Text and Web Editor Caroline Curran, Layout and Design Editor Allie Flaathen, Art and Drawing Editor Staff: David Laney Conor Rowland Advisor: Beth Ritter-Guth

2: Special Thanks We are greatly indebted to the following people for their support and encouragement: Dr. Michael Groves Mr. Thomas Curran Mrs. Rhonda Bowen Mr. David Valdini Ms. Mikki Haas Ms. Jeanne Calliston Mrs. Beth Ritter-Guth

3: DONA NOBIS PACEM Dona nobis pacem, pacem. Dona nobis pacem. Dona nobis pacem. Dona nobis pacem. Dona nobis pacem. Dona nobis pacem. Translated: "Give us peace" This traditional Latin hymn may be sung as a canon. A new voice starts when the preceding voice reaches the next section.

4: The Unknown Experience by Conor Rowland In a world of negligence, people think and pretend That this world is full of hell to the end. With blasphemy comes thoughts of catastrophe with sins come grins. so when you think life is a living hell you can never really tell. Hell is unknown.

5: Follow the Direction of Your Dreams... | Live the Life | You have Imagined. | Henry David Thoreau

6: Drawing by Unknown | So this is how it had to be? You just had to make a fool of me. Make me ache for such a taboo You had to make me fall for you. This is all your fault, you’re to blame. I fell on my face. Oh, what a shame. It’s a pity really, that I can’t resist. But you had me the night that we first kissed. I think you know it too, what I see, But you just had to make a fool of me. Taunted me with always coming back But it can never last, a sad sorry fact. There are times when I see that you love me, There are times when I know you think of me But let’s face it, it just can’t be You‘re destined to make a fool of me. I don’t think you meant it quite that way For me to think of you, all of everyday But too late now, you’re on my mind Something I can stop or leave behind. What is this stupidity that I can’t free? The more you stay the more a fool I’ll be. But you’re the closest thing I have to love My best friend when push comes to shove. A best friend that I kiss, when no one wants me The one I make love to when no one’s watching Amazing as it is, I don’t want you to go I don’t want to erase what we have right now. If I could go back by way of magic or charm I would keep you right here, to be wrapped in your arms If living in the moment guarantees you to me. I may be a fool, but it’s your fool I’ll always love to be. | Your Fool By Lizz Spicknall

7: by Ben Jones This city is crazy, its running rather rampant. This is all expected because we planned it. No rules, no rhythm, no reason, or rhyme. You are truly free here with all of your time. You could be a man selling bananas on a corner. Or possibly a cocaine dealing foreigner. Its a mindless *limbo here to do as you please. | The Light Gird by Ben Jones It's slim fit halls fill me with bliss The demons, they stalk to find their hunger No one can escape the fix the night provides There are the crazed rooms of chaotic light The broken down apartments that house the rebel yell. Smoke enveloped lounges with a side of liquid lightening And a bit of rolling bass. It's the city, it's the light. Walk the light grid to seek inner fill.

8: Vienna By Hayley Punk I can still feel the cobblestone road at my feet I wonder who else has taken my same steps I anticipate their sudden feeling of smallness as they realize where they are In the heart of Vienna, Austria | The centerpiece remains still, a fountain, As cars and people rush by My background was a fork in the road, a building on each side a deep orange sky | Subtle lights illuminate the dimmer hallways around the square The wind blows through the city’s hair People look up and breathe the coolness that emanates from the fountain | Marble hooves defeat any giant attacker, But let the wishes by pennies in without a second glance The city’s living monuments, the Haflinger horses, grab the carts and the hearts of the people around the fountain | If you can just imagine A fiery sky at six o’ clock A cobblestone city A musical vendor in every corner And giant white horses, defending their prized fountain, You have what is the heart of Vienna

9: Winter winds blowing soft white droplets dance around falling to the ground | Mountain peaks rise high snow on the top, contrasting fresh spring buds below | Silently screaming into the dark blue abyss just wondering why | 3 Haiku's by: Caroline Curran | Picture Painted by Charlie Morgan, Senior

10: Notes from a Jealous Husband by David Laney I can't believe how much you flirt with other men when we're out It really does make me hurt it makes me wanna scream and shout I even see you look at my brothers you say I'm wrong as we fight but I've seen you out with some others like that guy I saw last night. | Picture Drawn by Keith Hornsby

11: By Quinn Cook I met a woman with 12 fingers Shawty stung me like some stingers The whine of a lost dog Got me leaping like a frog Then I went for a jog The liquor had me blurry like some fog.

12: Last Symphony by Anonymous. Harsh words and violent blows Hidden secrets nobody knows Eyes are open, hands are fisted Deep inside I'm warped and twisted So many tricks and so many lies Too many whens and too many whys Nobody's special, nobody's gifted I'm just me, warped and twisted Sleeping awake and choking on a dream Listening loudly to a silent scream Call my mind the numbers unlisted Lost in someone so warped and twisted On my knees, alive but dead Look at the invisible blood I've bled I'm not gone, my mind has drifted Don't expect much, I'm warped and twisted Burnt out, wasted, empty, hollow Today's just yesterday's tomorrow The sun dried out, the ashes sifted I'm still here, warped and twisted.

13: Self Portrait and Charcoal Drawing By:Lexi Patterson

14: Evil Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck By:Keith Hornsby

15: Stargazing By Caroline Curran The first time I saw those green eyes sparkle They told me a story one never told before a plot filled with horror and glory rage and grave loss helplessness then hope The first time I saw those green eyes sparkle hiding up in that tree one night I fell in love looking at the stars. | I know... By Caroline Curran I know I should say something witty. I know I should say something smart. I know I should say something intelligent. Yet I don't play that part. You come to me for answers. You come to me for clues. You come to me for advice. Yet it's not my place to choose. I can try my hardest. I can try my best. I can try my all. Yet when will you realize I'm not like the rest.

16: A Guilty Son's Thoughts Peter Von Lunen Softly falls the light of day Another day to fade away Silently the darkness grows Creeping around these empty homes There will be no more happy throng For I have come to sing my song The time has come the time is nigh Now it's time for me to die I wish you could have heard me say That all bad things will drift away But such is not within my life For it is filled with anger and strife I wish you couldn’t but now you see The darkness growing inside of me The pain is growing the pain is too much Not even comforted by your loving touch I feel so weak I am so alone A guilty conscience beneath my bones I wish I could say one more time I love you mom you’re forever mine

17: But sadly this cannot be For you died because of me It’s all my fault I’m to blame So now I live my life in shame My heart is broken my life is stung Because you died when I was young Now I’m cursed to be a freak A motherless son who’s heart will leak I feel the rejection I feel the shame While everyone else sees a game But very soon you shall see That nothing is a game to me I’ll see you mom in a few years After I have dried more tears I know that it’s not time to go God will strike the final blow And so I’m here to stay Fighting on until that final day When my life turns black and white A single tear drop in the dead of night

18: Abstract Window Art By:Taylor Marcus | A Poem about Nothing by Joshua Jones The day was dark and the night was bright. The sky green and the grass was blue Sunshine or snow them girls run, in their best clothes Money is made, money is spent. Laziness is seen yet others put in hard work. Lunch sucks and I’m tired. Though I work and get better. My Patience is tested and I tested well. I trust myself but not others. Teachers get on my nerves but I survive. Different task to complete and I get them done. Kids yell places over everything. This is the prom about nothing.

19: Oil Painting By: Sunny Zheng

20: Lovely Light by Kelsey Kyle This darkness is so cold and lonely. Why am I here in it? How did I even end up in it? There's no light here...huh? Is that light? It's heading towards me... It's...so warm...I see...because it's your light. I understand now. Your opening the door. I'll come find you when I'm ready.

21: Romantic Era Poem by Tiffane DeBose Everyday's dream is a fantasy, Everyones dream is a guide of survival, Everything around us is imagination, Everybody hates the emotions that are given, Every time we love, cry, or run our hearts are filled with ambition Everywhere we go, our Ghost haunts us with the Past. So who are we really?

22: by 'Edward Fry' Your heart is like a heavenly host where I post I need you in my life I can't wait until you are my wife When I am with you I feel unbelievable Uncontrollable when I see you My eyes are stuck like glue. I love you.

23: By Unknown I heard that love was blind And you don’t mean it I heard it envelopes your mind You never mean it | Ignore not what I do, but what I say Why must actions not be equalized Sometimes revealing love brings upon a horrid pay It’s occurring pointless meaning I have realized

24: He loved the rain. By Lizz Spicknall I was just a child. Crazy, high, a little bit wild. I spent most of my nights not in my bed at home where I should have been, but passing out by his tombstone. I don’t know how many times I didn’t know how I got there, I knew I was only running myself into the ground, I just didn’t care. I remember one afternoon, I stumbled hung-over and sore I touched the cold rock with his name, Bit my pierced lip and swore.

25: He wouldn’t have wanted to see me there under the oak tree, strung out on the drug that killed him, he’d be so disappointed in me. Staring at the grass and dead flowers that I’d put there a month before I must have sat there for hours, and maybe a couple more. I told myself that I was done with it, that the powder didn’t define me. It didn’t make me any more fun to be around, since that wasn’t even me. I vowed to never let drugs control my life That it just wasn’t worth the pain. And with that I got up and walked home just as it began to rain.

26: Untitled by Andrew Thomas Those eyes cool blue Your strawberry blonde hair How could I receive a care From someone so fair? Not only your eyes so fine But thine mind also divine My soul is only thine Even if we are so far away I pray you stay You are my sunshine My only sunshine.

27: Dream within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe Dedicated to Mr. Thomas Curran, Principal Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?

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