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Litmag

December2012


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AcknowledgementsBergen County Technical Schools Board of Educaon

William Connelly, PresidentJason Kim, Vice President

Marie E. La Testa, Board Member,

William J. Meisner Ed.D., Board Member

Robert M. Gilmarn, Superintendent

Bergen County Technical Schools AdministraonDr. Howard Lerner, SuperintendentAndrea Sheridan, Assistant Superintendent

Richard Panicucci, Assistant Superintendent

John Susino, Board Secretary

Thomas Klemm, Director of Human Resources

Bergen County ExecuveKathleen A. Donovan

Campus AdministraonRussell Davis, Principal

Raymond Bath, Vice Principal

David Niedosik, Dean of Academics

Board of Chosen FreeholdersJohn D. Mitcell

John A. Felice

Maura DeNicola

John Driscoll, Jr.

David L. GanzRobert G. Hermansen

Joan M. Voss


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Table of Contents

untled... Talia Green

Sunset... Ji-Sung Kim

Winters Wood... Anne Li

The Words That Used to Come Easy to Me... Max Lauring

untled... Gaby Marraro

Imagine-Flowers... Monica Muznik

untled... Mika Thomas

Sensory... Monica Muznik

I Felt the Rain Thump... Alejandra Torres

The Corridor of Broken Hearts... David Maginley

Anchored Defeat... Talia Green

October Bleak... Anne Li

My Favorite Time of Year... Melissa Gandhi

Cover Art... Camellia Carbonaro

Photography.... Melissa Gandhi

Illustraons.... Helen Sakharova


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UntledTalia Green

Just for a moment, Im once again found

My feet momentarily touching the ground

Been more than forever since shoved from cloud nine

A lie that you beaufully shoved passed the line

If just for a moment, before you reply,

Regret to confess my hearts sll in the sky

There it remains, on the stand side our bed

Along with the promise of bliss in my head

I guess I was blind from the fog of our love

Or faint from no oxygen miles above

I guess the light shining around us was fake

Bound by the halo you took me to make

Guess Im momentarily trapped by your spell

Forging a heaven thats clearly a hell

In sengs somehow just a breath from suns shine

Fooling my eyes on exquisite cloud nine


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Through years since Ive fallen, Ive morphed to a soul

Thats praccally soulless, a vapid black hole

Is now momentarily lled in my chest

But solitudes pain is, in truth, for the best

Cause, moments ago, when I saw my reecon

I realized that I now decide my direcon

I dont need your lies to protect my frail youth

From this moment on, Im dened by the truth

Your ice walls are crumbling, melng at last

But now I have vanished, the moment has passed

And youll walk this earth with a tear in your eye

And each moment wonder and glance at the sky


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SunsetJi-Sung Kim

Walking next to the seng sun,

the sun called out to me

Come, weary traveler,

Come, old child

Embrace me, it cried

Bask in my warmth

and quench your sleep

your hopes; your dreams

Rest those red bones

Leave your worries

Forget your sadness;

your long lost love

So laying my hopes beside me,

I sat in the sunset glow,

resng these bones

next to the seng sun.


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Winters WoodAnne Li

Trees that beckon as they recede,

Framing an entrance to the woods lair.

They ask me to join that beauful realm,

Oblivious to the dimming air.

They hummed with life that was to come,

As I drank in scents of earth and leaves.

Taking in branches and bare gray trunks,

Yearning to stay and be one with these trees.

I turned to go, but, oh! beauty sll!

For I bent and beheld upon the ground

One of you sisters fallen in death

With her grace untouched and sound.

Shed given life to shades of gold,

And tan, and brown so dark.

These shell-scooped shelves, whose tops were cream,

Grew dearly from her bark.

I reluctantly saw the sky less bright,

For Id have stayed if Id but could.

And watched the last of sunsets lightFade form winters wood.


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The Words That Used

to Come Easy To MeMax Lauring

The words used to come so easily to me

They blossomed paently, waing to be picked

But now they deceive me and always have me tricked

We laughed and danced together and cooperated naturally

But now I cant take it any more as we always disagree

The words used to come so easily to meLost like a blind-folded blind man

The tragedy that suddenly began

Memories of brilliance and harmony

Now memories of aicted debris


You have become a plague of derision

No longer waing to be summoned

The spark of inspiraon and ardency

Has now roed away and turned ugly.


They are choppy and serrated


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Apathec like a balloon deated

Once a reservoir replete with ingenuity

Drowned and suocated, polluted undersea


One me I even poured them into the palm of my hand

And watched as they graciously glided through my very ngers

grand

Beleaguered by euent language that once agreed

But that was when the words used to come easy to me


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UntledGaby Marraro

no date, no name aached

walking

hand in hand with a

blank

name tag

a shirtwhere the leers have been erased

and the shoes

with the impression of a nger nail

where the logo was etched o

transparent pavement

looking down

at the safety pinthat took myself down with it

2: thirty 2

so i let it go

unjused

but i didnt hear it drop, i think

forgiven

by no oneby enough

hello

blank

blank

xxxxxxxxx

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the way it should bedoes anybody have the me?

not the answers?


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Imagine-- FlowersMonica Muznik

humans as owers

My olive colored vines seeking to meet

your full green luscious leaves

to touch such a beautywith vines without end

my vines intermingle with yours

together, inseperable - posively thigmotropic

twirling around each other

so naturally

oh, how we could sneak underneath the brushor up into the sky

together,

no explanaon is needed

of why two plants should be so aeconate

We know though,before our roots are torn up

and before the drought,

the encounter was real

evidence cannot depict a sensaon,

its natural to decay and morph,

me will recreate itselfand two vines may once again touch


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UntledMika Thomas

From which it stands, one naon,

Under God, indivisible, with liberty

And jusce for all.

And sit, knowing tomorrow we will stand, recite, and sit the same.

And, now that I think of it

with such devout, almost religious repeon, should followinculcaon,

That would breed credibility for this falsity,

turning this statement of liberty into truth

Making us feel like we have achieved equality,

Basically morphing reality into a simple case of mind over maer,

Belief over fact.

Doesnt all of that make sense? Is it not a simple summaon ofour nature?

But, recall that the foundaon of this naon was to reach equality

And slowly we approach it, but not quite there, almost asymptote

to liberty.

And some parts of the country closer than others, but the

progress of the whole

Is many mes more signicant than that of a single pieceWhich is a noon the name of our country implies,

The country made from the silver threaded needles, sewing on

bright white stars

with the shining, unifying, noon of equality,

But are these needles just

If they will not let her sew a dress for her partner

Shortly aer mending her own?Then they could go out together and face the public

Looking well-kept and much like princesses.

The noon of equality lent her false hope of protecon from

judgment

Derision and God cling to her skin like perfume, like the one she


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and her lover wear

And she hears the snapping of cheap threads,

That disnct popping sound,

That reminds one of rethreading the needle and, starng again.

Because once tested the needles rusted, and no longer sewed thecountry together

The noon of marriage equality ripping thread and creang large

holes in the fabric


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SensoryMonica Muznik

Touching hands, arms, legs,

intertwined wrapped up together

senses gone wild

two enes but one in the moment

loneliness le and warmth was welcomed

the night begins to end.

Darkness crashes in and is compiled in the mind

the mirror tells the tale

wrinkles and splotches appear

raining but indoors, a cloth is needed

but the cause is internal

expressed outwardly incapable of being understood.


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I Felt the Rain ThumpAlejandra Torres

I felt the Rain Thump on my roof -- as the World Died

The Pier-Paer rang in my Ears --

Just as Everyones Fear rang in the streets --

Prayers and Curses -- fell with the Drops

Rhythmically and Steadily -- with a Purpose --

Cried the skies -- and Buildings Toppled over

Cracks in the Earth -- Cracks in the Heavens

Hungry Death was at its Highest

My house Tumbled -- the Neighbors yelled

Cars crashed -- Explosions ignited --

The ground Trembled -- the Last ambulances Wailed --

All Droned out by the Rain

The Rain connued -- Beang Hard and Strong --

Between the Pain and Death and Blood --

And then the World gasped for one Last Breath --

And the Blue strived for one Last Tear --


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The Corridor of

Broken HeartsDavid Maginley

Noise slowly descended as I rose.

A corridor stood before me, fresh from the scene.

Echoes of lost footsteps rang through the night as I plunged into

the darkness.

Every thrice step, I looked toward my shadow whose heartbeat

bore its way.

Longing for what would come next, I slowly halted, sound pierced

my heart again.

A sleazy giggle dispersed as I turned to look, a voluptuous

silhouee deceived my eyes.

Womanly curves who craved my touch.

Sorrow hit me as the silhouee turned into a duo.

A hand slid down its side, caressing a full, luscious hip.

Oh how I desired for that to be me! Oh how I begged for that to

be me!


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Reality collapsed into my head.

I collapsed with grief, nocing the sacred shadows dispersed.

My rhythm had to connue, the pace regulated.

Mimics of spoken pleasure struck my ears with pain, each me

revealing nothing.

Oh how I craved to scream! Oh how I pleaded to bellow!

Silenced words escaped my mouth.

Finally, I reached a barren lodge; an eternal dusk engulfed me as I

wept.

Oh how I wanted to sleep! Oh how I demanded to rest!

The dreams of the corridor forever haunt me.

Suering is its only gi, sharp and serrated as a rogues knife.

As I lay here drunk with emoon, the corridor wreaks havoc on

those who bear courage to withhold its power.


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Anchored DefeatTalia Green

Beige foam fading from the seas rich teal

Strokes with pity the sun-burnt sand,

O-white ash pierced by the anchor of defeat

And stained by the wrecked stern bleeding,

Crimson spreading rapidly across a shores murdered hope.

Tired heels of a broken peopleMark the ash only to be forever erased

By shaming waves.

Helmets fall, swords claer to rock

And he sinks to sliced knees, mourning mans pride

And his arms curl round the waist of a woman,

Cheek buried in her chests emanang warmth

Of which the ash between his toes are void.Empty of men, he cries.

Empty of men.

Three hundred tears rust the iron

Binding his shaered ankles to his past

And his past to the anchor

Six hundred more, nine hundred again

Unl the remnants of lost men are sealed by rust.Two ngers of a father

The forearm of a son

The embrace of miscellaneous gore

Around the waist of a mourning wife

Speared to the rust of the anchor

And to the ickering memory

Of the me when men had understoodHow to be victorious


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October BleakAnne Li

The house next door has plasc bones

that dance with hollow grins.

The spirit of Halloween pervades

in crooked gravestones,

coon spider webs.

But this here house has faerie bones,

in pots from Easters past.Happy rabbits lie in preserved neglect,

Stained bueries

now rods of iron black.

Watering cans are broken

and bleached bone white by past suns.

They told me that Halloween

was a terror holiday.So then the ghouls of ancient,

Blood;

But not the chilling

whispers of yesterday.


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My Favorite Time of

the YearMelissa Gandhi

There was no one on the streets of Time Square, but my

three idioc friends and me. A strong Noreaster was bringing

in an immense amount of snow right before the holidays. Myfriends and I just got out of work and were throwing snowballs at

one another. I, personally, love this me of the year. Everyone is

joyous; there are Christmas decoraons everywhere, bright lights,

and its just so beauful.

A strong wind blew in, and Chad threw a snowball right

at Tys face. We all started to throw snowballs right at Ty, unlhe started to throw some back and chase us. We all ran into the

crowded, Mistys coee shop, laughing, and thats when I saw her.

She was beauful. She had short blonde hair with black

ps and her eyes were like the color of new leaves on a tree. It

was love at rst sight, and I knew I had to know her name.

Earth to Brad. Hello? Anyone home? Josh snapped infront of my face, knocking me right back to reality.

Where were you lost, huh, bud? asked Ty, as all three

them tried to gure out where I was looking before.

Oh, man. I got ya! Brads got a crush on the blondie over

there! cooed Chad.

Before I could even deny any of it, Ty put a hot chocolate in

my hand, and all three of them pushed me towards the table she

was sing at. I stumbled over my own feet, and looked over at

my friends, who were dying of laughter. She looked up at me and

shook her head, and got back to her book.


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Mark of Athena, read the cover.

Alright, not only is she gorgeous, but has an amazing choice in

books. Shes like my soul mate! I thought in my head.

Um, excuse me. Do you mind if I take a seat? I asked, nervously.

Sure, go for it, she replied, going back to her book.

Im Brad, whats your name?

Cant you see Im reading?

Right, sorry, I said, feeling the awkwardness. I slumped down in

my seat, and looked over at my friends. Each one of them had a

girl under their arms, even Chad. I couldnt be alone, so I stayed in

that exact seat, sipped my hot cocoa, and admired the beauty of

the girl seang across from me.

About twenty minutes later, she lied her head, and closed her

book, and said, Sorry about being so rude, I just wanted to nish

the book. My name is Janet. Youre Brad, right?

Yes, I am Brad, and its wonderful meeng you Janet. I replied as

I kissed the back of her hand.

Id love to stay and chat, but I really need to go, my ride is waing

outside.

And she ran o before I could even get her number. I sat back,sighed, and drank my now cold hot cocoa.

For the next couple of days, my friends connued to ridicule me

about Janet. I shook it o, but I was desperate to see her again.

However, I had no idea where to start looking for her. I went to

Mistys Coee Shop at the same me she and I met, everyday,

since that day, but she never showed up.

It was Christmas Eve, and I realized I hadnt done any of my

shopping yet, so I headed over to Macys, hoping to nd

something gi worthy.


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I headed over to electronics and found Halo 4and Black Ops 2for

Ty and Chad. I just had to nd something for Josh now. And as I

was walking over to the next aisle, looking at the items, I bumped

into someone.

I am so sorry, let me help you with that, I said as I bent down to

pick up the dropped items.

Its okay, I heard, and she bent down too. We bumped heads

and looked into each others eyes.

Janet? I laughed.

Brad? Oh my goodness, Janet replied.

Im so sorry about this.

Its alright. Dont worry about it.

Hey. Do you want to get some coee aer we pay for all this

stu? I asked, hoping the answer was yes.

Oh I dont know she started, but I cut her o and said, Oh,

come on. It will pay back for being so rude to me at Mistys.

Oh, alright. If you insist.

We paid and ran out into the streets, holding hands and our

bags. It was snowing lightly outside. Janet ran onto the street and

spun around with her hands out, scking out her tongue to catchthe falling snowakes. I copied her, I felt like a child, again. We

bumped into one another, yet again, but this me, I held her in a

strong embrace, laughing.

We ran into Mistys Coee Shop, and I stopped her in the

doorway. I pointed above. She saw the mistletoe, and giggled, and

shook her head. I held her ght around her waist in one arm, andher face in the other, and whispered, We have to, its a rule, as I

kissed her soly.


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The Litmag Sta would like to extend a very sincere

Thank You to Mrs. Villanova and Mrs. DiAmico-King forall their help and guidance in producing this December

2012 issue of BCA Litmag. We could not have done it

without their support and advice.

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