German girls

By Robin, 16, Hamburg, Germany

Hello! How are you?!
I must tell you a very good story about me and a friend.
6 years we go together to school. We like each other very much, but we don't be good friends in all these years. At easter I got a letter from her. She wants to meet me at six o'clock in the afternoon, at the cinema. I was very surprised about it.
I went to the cinema, but she wasn't there. I couldn't believe it!
I though it was just a joke to hurt me.
I was very angry. I went home and phone to my best friend Andy. He said, that she (Linda) hadn't anytime want to meet me, because she loves him!
And she was with him.
I was very angry and sad about this, and I didn't go out for 2 days.
But then, the phone rang. My mother woke me up. "It is Linda" she said. I didn't want to spoke to her, but I did. On the phone she said to me, that she loves me, and Andy just lied.
I was very happy and phoned Andy, he said sorry, and that he loves Linda, too.
We meet together with Linda, and we are now a group of best friends. Nobody fall in love with somebody, because when that happens, the friendship is over!
Now, I am very happy, and I wish that you also have a happy end of a problem like this!
Good bye! (May 2004)

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All about me

By Danielle, 14, Birmingham, England

My names is Danielle: I'm 14 and also the youngest in my year. My favourite lessons are English, Princess Trust and drama but I especially love RE because I love learning about different religions and a bit about my own. I've been brought up as a roman catholic. I also went to a roman catholic junior School called St Cuthbert's and then I started at an RC secondary school but I left in year 8 because I was badly bullied. I eventually moved to a non RC school where I am getting on better. I have really good friends called Kerry, Mel, Sarah, LauraS, LauraF, Dean, Mikala, Nomsa and Kelly. I have one puppy called Ollie - he's nearly two and he's a miniature poodle. I have 9 cousins so now I've told everything about me. I hope you enjoy it.
(May 2004)

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When Love is Concerned

By Seth, 14, River Falls, WI, USA

When love is concerned
No worldly concern is mentioned
The confusion is vanquished
My mind is cleared
When love is concerned
No pain is too great
The bacteria is conquered
My wound is healed
When love is concerned
No fight is too great
The anger subsides
My fists are lowered
When love is concerned
No emotion is greater
The lights are dimmed
My body becomes two
(May 2004)

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I'm Lost Without You

By Jaime, 16, North Vancouver, Canada

Even though the storm has past
Hidden I hinder my wounds
In the innocence of misconception
And the blind insanity of love
I'm not with you anymore
Another has taken my hand
He’s a better person than you’ll ever be
But he’s never going to be you
There are times in the darkness of night
Where I wish I could be with you
But then sunlight creeps in and it passes
It kills me to know that I'm never
Going to love him as much as you
I’m never going to give him all of me
I’m scared to let go of the past
At the same time I plead to move on
Maybe I'm a better person when I'm not with you
But I'm lost, I'm lost without you.
April 2004

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'' Love You ''

By Tasha, 13, Georgia,jesup

Love starts with L and ends with E,
I'm in love can't you truly see.
You may not like me the way I like you,
I hope you love me no matter what I do.

I love you so much, but does it truly show,
cause if you left me it would hurt more than you know.
My love for you is not just some fashion,
I love you with whole hearted compassion.

Maybe one day we will be more than friends,
But know that I'll love you to the end.
I hope you love me no matter what I do,
Just always know that I love you.
(Mar 2004)

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Anguish

By Zed, 13, London, UK

All around, people are smiling, laughing, talking with friends
Noise is surrounding me,
Laughter is suffocating me
Don’t these people realise
That my heart is tearing in two?

I’m sinking through the darkness of my despair,
I’m drowning under the depth of my pain
I’m falling sharply through the blinding darkness
And nobody is there to catch me.

The world is so scary, this life so frightening
With no one to love me, to care for me, to adore me
I’m all alone
And nobody even cares

My pain is slicing through me like a gunshot,
Cutting me like glass
I’m plummeting under the rolling waves of anguish
I’ll never really smile again

Each day I live is torture, I just want to die
To end all this suffering and pain
To forget that I’m just all alone
To forget that nobody loves me.

But I have to keep on smiling,
Have to keep on going
I have to keep on listening to all this happiness and laughter
Which surrounds me all the time.

I pretend to join in,
I smile and laugh along with them all
But inside I’m always crying, ill never stop
Inside my heart is bleeding, always reminding me, always telling me
That I’m completely unwanted anywhere.

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My Life as a Teen

By Sabrina, 15, St.Joe, USA

My life is actually very confusing I'm always cleaning, talking to friends, getting in trouble and my family is always there. It isn't that great being a teen you have to clean, try to be as good as you can around your parents, you have to try and be popular and get all the cool friends, everyone in my class at school is always like getting in fights with each other and it gets pretty boring I guess that's the word.
Being a teenager is very confusing and people are always telling us to pay more attention in class and well were still kids and we still like to have fun and all parents just don't understand us teenagers. They don't understand the fact that either way we are still kids and they treat us like were parents they dont let us just be our selves. I just wish they would still treat us like were kids not ADULTS.
It gets really annoying they always are telling us make good grades and work as hard as you can but this year my mom is making me and my older sister have to sit at the kitchen table and do our homework every night and I don't think that is fair at all. Well that's my life as a teenager. (2003)

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The Jew

By Jeremy, 15, Newark, Nottingham, UK

Pardon me, is it something I said?
Is it possible me standing here
incurs revulsion in your head?

Is it my clothes, is it my hair?
Though you have taken the trouble
to give me this star to wear.

Do you think my tie is askew?
I'm sorry for not being six feet tall
with eyes of blue.

What is this, I am to come with you?
without a reason
just because I am a Jew?

Where are we going, to a better place?
With that gun in your hand,
and that smile on your face?

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Photograph in Word

By Anne, 16, London, UK

I am unecessary here
swallowing the hurt like coke
smiling into faces - I cant see.
I want to drive fast,
feel speed
to fool my insecurity

Looking back to the future
the day you locked me in.
seemed so good at the time
now I'm nothing.
talking nothing.
watching your happy face.

Years/seconds melt rhythmically
like candles that can never extinguish.
playacting my daydream
denial is comfortable.
doning nothing,
doing nothing.
(2003)

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Is It LOVE!!!!!!!

By Jennifer, 15, FL, USA

When I'm with you, I feel so safe.
I love our talks, your touch, your warm embrace.
Your kiss so sweet, your eyes so strong.
With you is where I must belong.
The more I'm with you the more I care.
Its not yet love but I know we're getting there.
Are these feelings good?
Are these feelings bad?
Do they make you happy?
Do they make you sad?
I need to know where I stand as more or as less than a friend.
So read this poem and think it through,
Do you feel for me as I feel for you.....? (March 2003)

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The boy

By Samantha, 12, Urbana, IL, USA

See there's this boy.
He's not that cute, and he gets pretty annoying, yet I like him.
I mean really, I'm always thinking about him…. And when I see him, oh….. My stomach aches but it doesn't hurt, it's weird, I like him so much! I want to tell him but I don't want to ruin our friendship, and he kind of goes out with my friend. It's not fair. He didn't even like her, one of my other friends begged him to ask her out to a school dance because she didn't want to be alone. And I couldn't go. Ooooooooh. I want to tell him!:(

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By Dianka, Lubka & Lucija, 16, Kosice, Slovakia

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A Fit of Fear

By Shona, 16, Ireland

There are many important things in my life such as health, education, love etc. but what is life without friends? I don’t think people really realise how important a friendship is put under pressure. I know this is true for me. I don’t think I could get through life without my friends.

Things started to get bad for me last summer. A group of us met a lot of boys from Belfast and we all became really good friends. One of my friends Marie really liked one of the boys. He was called Jonny. They started seeing each other but after a few days they stopped. Maria said that she didn’t like him. During this time Lynsey and Jonny became very close and this really upset Maria and she started talking about Lynsey behind her back. Maria said to me that Lynsey was taking away her fellow and that Lynsey wasn’t much of a friend for taking away Maria’s fellow. I got really frustrated with Maria and told her I was sick and tired of her talking behind other peoples backs and I couldn’t be bothered with her two-faced attitude towards her friends.

Maria and I didn’t speak for weeks after. It took me that long to realise how stupid I was being. So I sorted things out with Maria just before we were due to start back at school. When we went back to school everything was great. Everyone was back together.

Things were going well until one Friday afternoon. I hadn’t been in a very good mood all day. I was tired just wanted to start the weekend. I was sitting in Religion. It was the class before lunch. I was tired and hungry and I was in a bit of a daze. I didn’t realise I was tapping my nails on the table and that Kylie was getting really annoyed with me doing this so she grabbed my wrist and twisted it. At first I didn’t feel anything. It was kind of a shock. But then I felt a sharp pain shoot through my hand. Kylie said that she asked me to stop tapping but I didn’t hear her. I barely spoke to her the rest of the day. Because I hadn’t really spoke she assumed I wasn’t talking to her and she started telling my friends that I was a ‘yap’ and that she didn’t care if I ever spoke to her again. This really hurt me. I could hardly eat and I cried myself to sleep every night of the weekend.

When all this was going on I found out who my real friends were. There were only a few people who took my side but the main person was Lynsey. She listened to my problems and always made sure I wasn’t left out in school. There was one person who surprised me during this time and that was Helen. Of all the people to stick by me I thought she would be one of them. But this was not that case a few weeks after Kylie and I had fallen out I found out that Helen agreed with everything Kylie had said and claimed that I was trying to get attention. I couldn’t believe what I heard. I was so hurt.

Although I was hurting so much I didn’t let anyone know. I decided to forgive Kylie. I thought I could forget everything that went on between us but I was wrong. The whole time that we were friends I just couldn’t get it out of my head her hurting me. The thing that made it worse was that she never actually apologised for hurting my wrist. After a few weeks it just got too much so I sent Kylie a message because I couldn’t face talking to her. The message said “Kylie I can’t cope with things anymore. I think it would be best if we weren’t friends for a while.” It wasn’t much of an explanation but I was confused I didn’t know what else to do and I felt I had nobody to turn to. About one hour after I had sent the message Kylie phoned me asking me what my problem was. I was about to explain things but she started saying I was selfish and only ever thought about my own feelings. She also said that all the problems that was happening between our friends was my fault. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I hung up the phone and just lay on my bed and cried all night. I didn’t sleep for days.

For some reason after this I started losing my friend. I couldn’t understand why. Nut everyone started to change. Except lynsey. She stayed loyal to everyone. She would never have taken sides. I admire her for that. I still couldn’t let her know that everything was eating me up inside. But for some strange reason I could sense that she knew.

Towards the end of Christmas I could cope. I had stopped eating. I think the longest I went without a full meal was nine days. I could have only eaten maybe a packet of crisps every two says. I cried myself to sleep every night. The only time I didn’t was when I was staying with Lynsey because for some reason when I was with her I felt safe and happy. The two months after Christmas I went from six and half stone to just below five stone. I was really weak. I didn’t see much point in living, not if everyone hated me.

I started to Lynsey how I felt but she convinced me not to attempt anything stupid. I started to blame myself for everything that happened and I started to cut myself. I hated going into school. At the time I had problems with my hips and there was some mornings I could barely walk so this was a great excuse to get of school. I never went out at the weekends. I would have said I had to look after my brothers or I was too tired.

Towards the end of January I started getting really bad hip pains. So I was put on stronger anti-inflammatory tablets and stronger painkillers. Due to the strength of the tablets I was supposed to take them on a full stomach or they could make me sick. But I didn’t. So I got really ill and the illness was making me even more depressed. Then one day I wasn’t feeling well so I got out of school early. That evening around dinnertime I felt a bit dizzy but I took no notice. It was time for me to take m painkillers so I went out into the kitchen to get them and the next thing I remember is waking up in my mum’s arms. She was in tears and I didn’t recognise anyone or where I was. It was really frightening. It took me a while to come around and realise where I was and what had happened. By this time an ambulance had arrived to take me to hospital. I was told I had taken a fit and it had lasted for about five minutes. The doctors assumed it was the tablets I was on because they had been known to cause fits. But I has to be tested for epilepsy and diabetes just in case because I wasn’t the first time I had collapsed.

The fit scared me a lot. I had to have a brain scan to make sure there was nothing seriously wrong with me. I was off school for a week. I was in hospital for three days of that. During the week I was talking to a friend from school and they told me that Kylie and Helen were laughing about the fact I was in hospital. This really got me down. When I went back to school a group of my friends and I were talking about my time in hospital when one of them said to me that Kylie had said I would have been better of dead. I got really upset and started to cry my friend didn’t mean to tell me none of them wanted me to know what she said. I couldn’t believe how she could say that. I spoke to Lynsey and she helped me to realise that Kylie was pathetic and childish. It made me realise that I shouldn’t care what people like that think.

This whole experience has taught me to treasure my friends and not to worry about what people with no importance in your life think of you. In the whole time I was depressed I blamed myself. I know some things were down to me but, there is no point blaming myself for everything else that happened. As long as I have Lynsey to help me through bad times I don’t care what people think. Although I do have days where I sit down and think about the terrible things that happened to me. I am starting to enjoy life again and I don’t have time for childish people and don’t let stupid things hurt me anymore.

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Love fever

By Chelsea, 13, Auckland,New Zealand

Why is love like having a big fat flu?
It sticks to you like mucus down your throat.
I stutter, Can't talk, sounds like I said "Moo",
I meant, "Do you want me to take your coat?".

I am forever running after you
Just like my nose, forever running snot.
Can't stop thinking about the things you do.
I so want to be near you lots and lots.

Your footsteps make my heart pound much faster,
I'll be with you anywhere in the world.
I want our love to be the grand master,
So don't let love be the thing that you hurled.

I am addicted to this love fever,
So do not ever become a leaver.

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Ocean's Beauty

By Holly, 14, South Grafton, Mass., USA

Amidst the stunning beauty
and majestic tones of love
the voice of the ocean draws near...
the soothing constance
of the rolling waves of wonder
pounding steadily in my ear.
The rhythms of paradise
lost in a world of darkness
echoing songs of everlasting hope
bring tomorrow's promise
of enchanting dreams come true
and visions of peace all aglow.

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The Astrologist In The Bishop’s Garden

By Marlene, 17, Brick, New Jersey, USA

shadowing over
Copernicus
the finger of Galileo
his own remnant.

sleeping in the
bishop's garden
at the elaborate cathedral

night as its own frieze

then inside the
fathers holding hands
at dusk thanking God

for another sunset

when out the heavy doors he whirled
round the expanse that did
not belong to him
cursing (blessing) loving needing

winging comets,
Perseid meteorites
falling to his clamped hands,

meniscus shaped telescopes
the release in blowing out the dust
of saints
towards the southeast at sundown.

try explaining to the
archdeacon
over steaming Turkish
coffee
and pale cigarettes while
lilies
and delphiniums are tattooed like Chinese symbols to the underside of his hands, the back of his neck,

try telling the archdeacon
that comets are frost and dust
heat of the sun and the pull of
orbit that

the nebulae forming edges of
known
of unknown
are stars that some-one prayed to
some early pope
dying missionary
rough sewn crusader.

they found him on the marble bench sketching in with flint rock a frieze of the sky above curving like cat or air at the fold of earth. he explained far from the city as the cathedral was the stars offered more in their distance the radiation of voice this is as divine as he would
allow himself to become:

coffee with the
archdeacon star
charts brought
back from a young
voyage around
the Straits of Magellan

and the fathers in black clad lugging dusty volumes of forbidden literature up the twisting staircases looking downwards to
find him kneeling in
wet grass as a disciple
of Ptolemy
of astronomers divining themselves
towards the direction
of winds or solar
flares

(crouching
during the
blindness in
rain at the dusty
altar church
shadows
painted glass

it is clear to-night)

some-one was praying and

tracing

the twilight

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The warmth of hope

By Georgie, 14, Berkhamsted, UK

I listened to the saxophone softly playing from the elderly man's radio which he clung to tightly while swaying to the music as it slowly calmed him.

I looked about me, distraught.
The street I had grown up on, learnt to ride my bike on. The street holding all my childhood memories within it, was now nothing but a slight pile of rubble.

I looked away as my eyes glistened with tears in the dim light.

"I don't wanna' die." Whispered a fair haired boy in his twenties as he lay on a stretcher, blood oozing out of his thin cotton shirt.
"I dont wanna' die."

A shaking woman in her 40s clung to her cold child, not wanting to let her go.
"She's passed." The young nurse said again as she breathed heavily in an attempt to keep calm.
Yet the woman still clung to her, like a small girl would a doll.

I felt beaten.

All this time the war had tried to pull me down, but I had stayed strong.

"You win."
I whispered.
"I give up."

I saw a small girl about 5 in the corner, hiding her face from life's miseries. To young to know what was happening, to old to turn a blind eye.

I walked over to her, she looked up at me through tearstained eyes. I had never seen her before, yet I felt I knew her.
She clung to me as I wrapped my arms around her delicate body.

We sat in the dark corner in silence, warming ourselves on each others hopes. (August 2002)

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Love Break, Hurts

By Perlamar, 14, North Brunswick, NJ, USA

Why does love hurt?
Why is it a heartbreak?
It hurts so bad...
The feeling is has so much pain...
Like knife stabbing me in the heart...
Killing me inside.
I cry all night...
For I had to let the one I thought I loved go.
But then I find out that he never really loved me...
Cause I was part of a bet.
So then I cry at nights
For I realized that he played with my feelings.
He showed me the real him...WHO IS THE REAL HIM?...
He is a CONCEITED IMMATURE SELFISH JERK...
I used to ask myself...
Is this how love is...
Is this how my life is supposed to be...
Am I taking the right path?
I thought this would be a bruise that would never fade...
I got older and I see I have a long way to go before I seek real love...
So I will say I have a crush but I'll never say I love you till I know that he is the one. (July 2002)

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