Precious Love

By Ashley , 14, Port St Lucie, FL, USA

If love shall reign the heart,
speaking full of truth
Bound with joy and beauty
the colors of red, pink, and Blue.
Everything I do or say
every drop of evening rain-
You make me laugh
you make me smile,
you help me up when I do fall,
you protect me when I get hurt.
Love is precious
And shall never be forgotten or regretted.
(June 2006)

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Guardian Angel

By nooralain , 13, Birmingham, UK

The calm spirit guides me with my every breath,
Guiding me towards the right way,
Softly comforting me through every tough day.
I cannot see or hear it,
But somehow I know its there watching me closely.
It sits peacefully on my shoulder watching my life story,
Helping me through my tears and turns it into pure glory.
Appreciation keeps my guardian angel there,
My faith and determination continuously revives my guardian angel, as it listens proudly to my prayer.
Striving towards happiness sets my soul free eventually,
And I know one day I'll be strong enough to sacrifice my guardian angel for another soul who is at unease.
(June 2006)

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Don't say life isn't worth living

By Eric, 16, Purdy, USA

Don't say life isn't worth living.

Because it is,

Me being here with you not worth living for?

Hearing the words I love you not worth living for?

Feeling my lips pressed aginst yours not worth living for?

no...?

Well then think of all the happy moments you've had,

And think about all the happy moments you will have,

All your friends what to see you suceced,

And you will.
(May 2006)

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The fear

By Max, 13, Leicestershire, UK

Fear is in the eye of the beholder
It gets stronger, closer, colder
It's closed you in, its shut you out
Its shrouded you with fear and doubt

You look down to see white knuckles, yours
But you cannot stop, you will not pause
Its chasing you now, its hunting you down
Its turning your smile into a frown

No ears can hear your screams of silence
No eyes can see the invisable violence
You will know true terror, true fear
As it strickes you with its mocking leer

Fire shall know your unholy frenzy
Water can do nothing, no clensing
The wind shall know your lack of zeal
Dirt shall know the way you feel

It won't stop now it's got your taste
Its clawing at your hands and face
No eyes have seen what yours shall know
Your sanity it shall throw
Into the fog and misty night
It'll take you down without a fight

Now its there now it's here
It will not stop, not ever, not fear
I am fear and so is he,
And them, and they and maybe she

Darkness shall consume your pure heart
It will take away your, subtlety, your love, your art
Your friends connot see its grin
Your family cannot see the sin
That persuses you every single day
with your mind It shall make you pay
for one single moments pause
From the fear which is most certantly yours

Now its there now its here,
It will not stop not ever, not fear
(December 2005)

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Fear

By Max, 13, Leicestershire, UK

My back is still breaking
the wounds of your words are still aching
I show you my pain but you cannnot see
how your words have cut into me,

the scars of your words still rest upon my heart
I think I've healed now I'm ready for a new start
a year has past but still the old wounds ache
first I thought I loved you now I seem to hate

still though when I see you it burns me deep inside
I need someone to talk to a person to confide
I cant stand the sight of you I'm going from this place
its like being in a cage here, I'm trapped inside a case

for that whole year then I dumbly thought you'd change
but no your the same as them, you still think me strange
your amazing light has dimmed, now its just like theirs
but I'm not here to support you now your not one of my cares

I struggle to remember what made you turn,
I'm tired of preaching I don't want to learn
you were my guiding light,
my sublime image, my beauty bright

I've lost my way now I've fumbled in the dark
but theres no song thrush now, no robin and no lark
your stoney gaze still watches from above
but still no guiding light no spirit and no dove

I do not want her back now shes turned long from that path
An age old saying I recall now yes it goes "hell hath"
no fury like a womans scorn well I say that depends
I don't care about her pain now I'm looking out for friends
my life now is better still I hope this is here to stay
but still maybe she'll change maybe one day
(December 2005)

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What is love?

By Megan, 15, Toukley, New South Wales, Australia

I can't believe I'm saying this,
I don't believe It's true,
but deep down inside,
I know I love you.

I love the way you hold me,
I love the way you care,
I love the way you talk to me,
I love catching you stare.

I love going to sleep with you,
waking up in you arms,
you make me feel so special,
you make me feel so calm.

You so cute and so sweet,
the was you act so tough,
hiding behind that face,
your really not so rough.

I can see what's really there,
what deep down inside,
and I know what I feel,
won't be put aside.

Some things in life are simple,
easy to figure out,
and with my love for you,
I'm not in any doubt.
(July 2005)

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A Poem About Ignorance Of The Bear

By Chris, 16, Salisbury, UK

The bear sat at the centre watching its honey,
The bulldog sat beside rubbing its tummy,
Around about was a wealthy camel,
The envy of all western mammals.

The snow fox barked defensively,
The cockerel ran away and hid in the trees,
It was the elephant with a confident air,
Freed from the zoo to have its own lair.

The lion looked sad, tied to a tree,
"More money less war" bulldog said thoughtfully,
The lion was maimed and scratched at itself,
But bear was unwilling to share its wealth,
"Why look after him when we have all this honey?"
Bear took a handful and said it was yummy.

"Shouldn't we do something about that poor lion?"
Which at this point was slowly dying,
"Who cares about the lion?" Bear aggressively said,
The lion was now well and truly dead.
(July 2005)

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Somewhere There

By Helena, 15, USA

somewhere there,
a garden far away,
a place where misty morning,
stays at Yesterday

somewhere there,
the heros of Yesterday walk,
and in the sliver moonlight talk,
in whispers of the good old days,
when right was done and wrong was stayed
and honor revered
and love wouldn't fade

Robin in the forest glade,
Eleanor of Aquitaine,
Thomas a Becket
and Charlemagne,

Charles the Fair,
Charles the Bald,
Nero under who Rome falled
No, not him. He would be galled

People like Robert,
the Templar knights,
Arunaut
St. Francis' light,

All these people in good delight,
their breath is the whisper you hear at night,
their walk is the one that is hidden from sight
in that moonlit garden fair,
once you hear them, you know they're there

They are but ghosts
their breath is the wind
their walk is the quiet at night's end,
you can't ever see them,
but just past the next tree
a hearty peal of laughter from she

your paths will cross
they're not dead and lost,
the old beat of peace and love and hope,
dwells there in and gently lopes,
waiting for you to come to them,
they, your love your hope your friend
(July 2005)

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Imagine

By Trang, 13, Manukau, Auckland, New Zealand

Imagine...it’s late one night and you’re at a party. It’s drawing towards midnight and your phone starts to vibrate. You get a text from your mum telling you to get home at once! You drag yourself away from the vivid dance floor to go look for your friend because you need a ride. After a daunting 5 minutes of rummaging through the house you couldn’t find your friend so you think of some other available way to get home. You think to yourself ‘I could walk home, I only live a few minutes away and the streets aren’t that dark anyway’.

So you begin on your journey towards home. You take a turn off the main road and make your way down a narrow street. An icy breeze slices through you and you shiver in chilliness. You hear something clatter noisily and your heart beats rapidly in fear. You mutter under your breath “It was only a cat and it’s not going to hurt me”. You look up towards the sky and admire the blazing stars, taking in their beauty and intense heat when you hear footsteps behind you. You turn around and see a shadowy figure, hidden by the night’s darkness. You speed up your steps but you can still hear a definite set of footsteps matching yours, beat by beat. Your head is whirling with sinister ideas of being kidnapped and killed as your heart starts to beat overtime. You take one quick glance over your shoulder and hastily turn on your heels and run. You run towards an escape and then BANG!

You’re pressurised against a wall, a familiar figure looms over your body. You scream for help but all that comes out is silence. You struggle for freedom and manage to slip away only to be jerked back. The person throws you against the harsh brick wall and your head hits hard with a thousand tonnes of weight. You start to lose consciousness. You feel like you’re slipping towards the darkness. Your body is now numb but you can still feel the tears running down your cheek, drowning in the river. You become weak, your body limp, and you don’t even know if you’re alive or not. You start to feel the pressure being eased away. You say your last goodbyes to those that you treasure; you let go of this world and slip into the darkness. You hear a faint siren and then silence.

(July 2005)

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He Sits Alone

By Stewart, 13, New York, USA

He sits alone,
thinking of her.
Misty eyes pleading for another chance.
A chance for redemption,
a chance to start over.

All day he waits,
struggling to focus.
Searching for a short glimpse,
an opportunity for forgiveness.

He is met with emptiness.
An inevitable wave of despair,
crashing down without mercy.

He sits alone,
thinking of her.
(July 2005)

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When A Face Came Back

By Clare, 15, Salisbury, UK

I used to know a face
And hold it in my hands
I'd run my finger down the cheek
And trace every line.

That face disappeared
From all sight, sound and mind
I missed that face so much inside
Tears slipped down my own

That face has come back to me
Yet not the face I know
This one is stony cold
And the cheek is no longer there

There are more lines than before
My fingers cannot endure
The love they once gained from that face
Because that face was left
In another place.
(May 2005)

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Believe

By Lindsie, 14, Maine, USA

You made me believe in myself like nobody else could,
You made me laugh, you made me smile,
You made me believe in things I never thought possible,
You made me believe in the future and in the past,
You made me believe in the world and that anything is possible,
You made me believe that any and all my dreams can come true, and for that I love you.....
(May 2005)

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How can I find my way?

By LaQuesha, 15, Jacksonville, NC, USA

How can I find my way to those who are so near?
How can I find my way when I can't see very clear?
How can I find my way along the rocky paths and dirt roads that are here?

How can I find my way to the skies that seem so far away?
How can I find my way along the sea, that seem so deep?
How can I find when the mountains seem so steep?
Oh somebody please tell me how to find my way!

So many questions, NO answers
But when it's all said and done let's just say I found my way until a better day.
That leads unto a question and I cannot say.
(February 2005)

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Tabula Rasa

By Patrick, 17, Coventry, UK

Shall we start over?
Tabula rasa, as it were,
Blank slate.
The mind's regression,
Right back to the point of origin,
Start over,
New beginnings at the ending of the old.
A curious concept,
An old beginning.
We must have been here before.
Can beginnings end?
Perhaps they can,
They must, or else everything would only be a beginning
And not much use to anyone.
A thing that is not finished does not serve much purpose.
Like you.
You're not done yet, but mistakes were made.
So, how about a fresh start?
A fresh canvas?
Forget what was said, what was done,
None of it was important anyway,
It isn't as if we meant it.
Forget the hurt, the lies, the things we did wrong.
Let's start over.
Tabula rasa, as it were…
(February 2005)

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The Truth

By Michela, 13, Franklin, MA, USA

There he is
Tall, brute and threatening
Glaring at all who dare to
Compete with him.

No one dares.

He insults to maim the mind and
Laughs to kill the soul,
And all to
Make himself feel more confident.

But I don’t see the need
He tears us apart to better himself
But is he?
I ask myself this
question over and over in my head
As I watch him toss out
insults like a major league pitcher,
Except he throws to win a different kind of a game
A game only he seems to want to play.

I think that his reason is clear
He doesn’t feel high enough,
So he lowers everyone else
Like hot water one ice
He melts their egos and self esteem.

One day I couldn’t take it
His laughter had gone far enough
I told him what I though of his game
And how it wasn’t fair
Because no one else could win,
And no one wanted to play.

You should have seen his face
When I did the impossible
His fists clenched, his jaw braced,
He opened his mouth to insult me again
But nothing came out
And just like that he walked away
Defeated at last by what no one else
Was brave enough to say
But by what we all knew was true.
(January 2005)

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Fog

By Jillione, 13, Romeo, Michigan, USA

Cloud, white fog, as far as the eye can see,
Preventing you from seeing me.
Oh what a sight, it would be,
If the world was filled with fog.

Monotonous weather, no snow nor rain.
Just clouds and clouds of thick dense fog,
Blocking your view, making you hold back.
I can see you, but can you see me?
(December 2004)

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Murderer On The Beach

By Emma, 13, Kilmanock, Scotland

Lannah walked slowly along the pebble beach with me skipping in front of her, the water splashing against the multi coloured pebbles.
Our laughs echoed throughout the empty beach, it was the best day of my life. No school, no adults, no rules. Nothing could go wrong.. Well that's what everyone thinks. But it never happens it is always ruined, not so bad or very bad.

We stopped to take a break by the shore, letting the water hit gentaly against our sandles, while we sat. Lannah picked up a pebble and threw it into the sparkling sea. It splashed lightly. "Lets see who will get the most pebbles in the water!" I challanged.
Lannah smirked, "I'll win though!" She answered,
I pulled a face and we threw the pebbles on the count of three. The water looked like glitter as we threw the pebbles into the water, it was so loud all we could hear was our laughs and splashes.

Lannah suddenly stopped, she shivered lightly. "I think someone is here.." She whispered,
her voice was shakey. I dared to turn my head, a tall but fat man who looked around about fifty, was behind us, grinning broadly. I strong shiver went up my spine too. I let go of the pebble which was in my salty wet hand. His smile became broader as Lannah turnned around. She quickly stood up and grabbed my arm, "Why is he smiling at us?" Lannah whispered under her breath. I looked up and down at the man; He had dyed brown hair and a big nose that stood out. I gave him an unsure smile back and we started to walk off.

Our walk started to become a light jog, the beach no longer seemed a palace of glitter and light. It was dark and scarey. I felt a hand touch my shoulder, I stiffened up. I slowly turned around to see the same man grinning at me. "You dropped your hair bobble darling," His voice was deep and croak like. My hand slowly grabbed the bobble, he still held onto it tightly. I tugged hard on it but it wouldn't losen in his big fat hands. Unease spread through by body, "Please am I able to..to have it?" I asked,
With his free hand he went into his jean pocket and took out a pocket knife. "Kiss me." He demanded,
"Why?" I asked confused,
"Do you want your friend to live?" He answered,
He grabbed hold of Lannah and put the small knife against her warm, salty skin. I understood. I looked at Lannah, "Don’t do it I have an idea." She whispered under her breath.
I nodded and smiled. "Sir, sir what about me?" She asked, "Can't I get a kiss?"
He looked at both of us with his empty eyes. "B..both, both, I want a kiss from both of you." He said,
"How? It would be better if you took the knife away from me." She smirked,
He lent over to her. I suddenly lept out. I couldn't stand even his breath near her. He moved shiftly and stabbed me in the stomach, I gasped for air as the knife slid out of my body.
"How dare you!" Screamed Lannah,
She snatched off the bloody knife and stabbed him in the arm, he moaned and staggered off. Lannah let go of the knife and ran over to me. The pain was hard to stand, I was gasping for air as the blood poured out of me. I fell into the uncomfy pebbles, the shapes groved into my skin. I let out a cry, "Don't worry!" She sounded uneasy.
She got out her mobile phone and phoned for an amublance.

The world started to spin around me. With that it blackened.

I woke up warm and comfy. I looked around with my eyes to see I was in a hospital, a bag of blood and a bag of clear fluids were being drained into my body next to me. I saw my stressed out mum sitting next to me, when she saw me awake, she smiled. "Your awake!" She screamed,
I gave her a weak smile, "where's Lannah?" I asked,
Her smile disappered, her eyes became droppy. She sniffed. Something was wrong…
"Lannah's dead Emma, Lannah's dead…" She whispered.
I started to breath fast, "H-h-how?" I asked shakly,
"After you had fainted the man, the man came back. She was murdered on the spot. The ambulance caught him stabbing her, when they came to help her… She was dead."

She was dead, she was dead, she was…. Dead! I started to gasp for air, my world was spining once again. Why is it always your friends or family that dies and not you? If only I had let her done what she said she was going to do..
We would both be alive, happy and alive.

The murderer was captured and was put in jail for ten years, there was many arguments for him to stay longer but they failed. We were born to go through the stages of life, not to die and not even find out your test marks for your school test. It isn't fair and people who destroy other people's life should be punished badly. (December 2004)

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Time Was Your Excuse (but Selfishness Was Your Reason)

By Georgia, 12, St Albans, UK

You sat upon the bench,
Looking, into the sky above.
Thinking what happened, long ago
When you lost the one you, love,
It happened on that day
Not so long ago.
Now you realise,
You should not have said no.
She meant the world to you,
And her love, was in your heart
It devastated you...when you did part.

You sat in the pub, drinking beer
While she was working hard.
Even though you were drunk
Losing her was your biggest fear.
You thought of her always
And you were her only thought
So when this happened, it left you distraught.

When evening came, you sat at home
She came from work and said,
“I'm going out dear, are you going to come?
Please say yes,” but you said no instead.

So she went out, had great fun
But you were alone, with no-one
So she decided to come back,
To see you, and give you some company
But what happened next
Was great tragedy.

As she walked along the road
The moon guided her way
Footsteps came, behind her
And followed her, a long way.

Suddenly, the person
Starting running to get near
She quickened her pace
But was filled with fear

Suddenly she felt
The man. Her face he grabbed
And on that very spot, she was brutally stabbed.

You waited for her.
But her return would never be
For the murder. On the road
Was but only she.

And when you heard this news
Your eyes, they filled with tears
Because losing her,
Was the worst of all your fears,
“If only you had the time...”
Was what you would always say
And now you have time, but she's gone away.

Time was your excuse, but
Selfishness is your reason,
So now when you look into the sky
At your dearest wife
She will look down on you because her love hasn’t ended.
She loves you in her afterlife.
(Dec 2004)

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The Lands of Light

By Helena, 15, USA

I only faintly remember the day everything happened. What I remember best comes in flashes; my scarlet mantle, the way Jack's face looked when they pushed off his boat from shore. The bitter, biting feeling that made me weep for the first time in all my sixteen years.
We were weeping because…Jack had been off to war. The celebration for the coming battle was as gay and bright as anything, with dancing, sweet twists of cakes, and Jack, swinging me around, around, around. Victory had been in the air, it had been in everyone.
Even when he led his men to battle, his yew bow long, graceful in his hand, arrows straight, the bright fletching showing red against the plain brown of his dublet.
And then, two years after the war had begun, two and six months since my parents had betrothed me to Jack, the battle ended, the men came home. And so did Jack. But not the way I wanted him to.
He was carried, one of his men on each side of him, their eyes cast down, between them. His bow was lost, his arrows were broken, and my Jack was dead.
Now had come the time of mourning, the time I remember. The mantle Jack had brought me from far-off Monolia was draped around my shoulders by Jack's mother and my mother, who said it would comfort to have something he gave. I hardly heard them.
The craftsmen of the village had made a boat for him, a small boat, with a dragon figurehead, to see him off to the Land of Light. They laid him down, cloak draped about him, mouth quirking, smiling, his bright, shining sword laid across his chest, the hilt held in his cold, cold hands.
And then we gathered at the shore of the silver ocean, so nearby the village to see him off.
As we walked down to the shore, I could not keep the flood of memories from coming.
Jack and I had walked this shore, kicking up white sand behind us, laughing until we shook. Running away as the waves licked at my feet, with him in pursuit, calling after me, laughing, in our own tongue. Or when we had just stood, looking out over the ocean, with moonlight making latters across the gently moving waves. When I began shivering, he would lean over and hug me and whisper things that made me either laugh or roll my eyes.
I do remember once, when we were talking of the dead, and the Land of Light.
"They sing all day, Apis," He had said, "And the moon shines so bright that you are nearly blinded by it. And there are dances. Wild, sweet dances of our land. All the folks of our land of Elysium who have died are there, dancing to the lutes and pipes. You never tire, there are always cakes, and sweet twists, and wine and meat to eat, you're never hunger."
"It sounds as if it were one of our festivals," I had said, laughing.
He'd laughed also, "It is. It is the greatest of our festivals."
"Jack, when you go…will you dance with anyone else?"
"No, Apis," He pulled me closer to him, letting me put my head in his shoulder, breathe in the smell of leather. "If I go before you, I will wait for you. You are my betrothed, even in the Lands of Light."
"Nor will I."
I smiled as I stood on the shore, the priest's monotones chants rising abobe my thoughts. I could not help thinking of Jack in the halls of the Lands of Light. Standing, laughing amidst the music. But not dancing. He was watching me below, there…the wind had his voice in it.
And when I died, I would be with him again, to swing around, to sing, as happily as on the celebration of the war he died in.
Tears blinded me as I saw them faintly push his boat, flaming, into the ocean, as was our custom. The orange flame contrasted brightly against the pale, silk water. The water Jack and I had played in.
I reached up, suddenly, ripped my mantle from my hair, flung it out into the ocean.
For a moment, it hung over the waves, then, slowly, like a crimson bird, floated down into the flaming boat, lighting gently, the sides trailing over the sides of the boat, into the water.
"I'll…wait…" I managed to whisper, choaking, smiling.
Jack's voice was still in the wind, singing the wild, sweet songs he promised they sang in the Lands of Light, making my hair trail, a sweet kiss, until it went away from us, following the maker, into the Lands.
(November 2004)

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Home is Where the Heart is

By Samantha, 13, Seymour, Indiana, USA

"My home in the blue hills is a little like this," Serenity said, as she tried to paint a picture of her home in Anthony's mind,"Rolling hills after rolling hills are covered in crystal blue spruce trees. Shining creeks tumble aimlessly down through the forest. The smell of fresh pine fills the air. Snow drapes the forest and covers the ground like a blanket. It is always Christmas there, even in July."
"It sounds breath-taking!" Anthony exclaimed,"Don't you miss it?"
"Yes, all the time really. That's why I must go back," she replied.
"Don't you find it beautiful here, too?" Anthony asked.
"Yes! There are the barren hills and the glossy ocean. The sun is always shining and the sky is always a glassy blue. There are towering majestic palms and gigantic eucalyptus trees," Serenity said.
"Don't forget the sand dunes, beaches, and cities on the hills," Anthony addad.
"And the bushy jade plants and the smell of the surf," Serenity continued.
"This is the most beautiful place in the world to me," Anthony stated.
"It is your home, but it is not mine."
"Why can't you make it our home?"
"Oh Anthony! I would if I could, but I can not. I belong in the blue hills. Can't I make you understand?" Serenity cried.
"Why don't you kiss me and we'll see?" Anthony asked in a whisper. They leaned in close. He wrapped his arms around her, and they kissed. The world began to spin under Serenity's feet. She was lost in love. As soon as the kiss ceased, the sun went behind the clouds, and thunder rolled through the hills. Serenity began to cry and ran off into the darkness.
The next morning, before the sun came up, she packed her things and left for home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two days later Anthony was watching the waves and daydreaming of Serenity, when he got a phone call. Serenity had been in a car crash somewhere in Nebraska and had died late the past night. The kiss was their last goodbye.
(November 2004)

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