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Friends, Friends, Friends but to the End?
Walking through the hallway, hi friend
Talking to the teacher, bye friend
shopping in the mall, with friend
but in trouble with the law, no friend
isn't your friend supposed to be there for you
to help you through thick or thin.
This never happened to me but ever to you?
But the key word to this mystery is True.
Because if they are your true friend
it won't matter on the situation.
You would be there for them
and they would be there for you.
- Breanna, age 13
Untitled
What do I have to do
To get what I want?
What do I have to do?
For you?
What do I have to do
To get my apology accepted?
Do I have to
Beg?
Do I have to
Plead?
Do I have to
Say sorry all day long?
Can I give you
Roses?
Can I give you
Candy?
Can I give you
Happiness?
I didn't mean to
Break your pen!
- Steven, age 15
Unlike Me
Showing fear
Resisting doubt
Not having to scream about
Talking slowly
Feeling lonely
Having to be gloomy
Jumping here and there
Showing the world I am present
I have a life
Unlike the moon crescent
Lying down
Reading books
From people I get looks
Writing this poem
Unlike me
I want to be free!
- Steven, age 15
In What May Seem the Future
In what may seem the future
From those in the past
This civilization
Simply can not last
Cars, trucks and SUVs
Boats on watery terrain
Pollutants, acid lakes and acid rain
Good will among people slain
People doing charity work
And people out dating
Others still starving and dying
And people with diseases radiating
In what may seem the future
From those in the past
This civilization
Simply can not last
There was and will be
Hunger
There was and will be
Pain
Anger is a virtue
To those from this have gone insane
In what may seem the future
From those in the past
This civilization
Simply can not last
Brothers fighting brothers
Domestic violence among others
When the world stops to say
"We don't want to act this way"
That'll be when the world has already rot
Then god in a non forgiving way will say
"Take what you got"
In what may seem the future
From those in the past
This civilization
Simply can not last
Stop destroying
Start building
When pesticides we use
Are bad for you
And people who use steroids and drugs
To get them high stop
Then you can say bye-bye to the bad things.
- Steven, age 15
Freedom
What is freedom?
Is it feeling that
You can do anything?
Is it knowing
You have rights?
What are rights
If anything is restricted?
What good are rules
If you are free?
Are you a lab rat,
Squeaking and running
For the cheese that is your dinner?
Yes, you are given food
Shelter
But at what expense?
Would you be free
In the wilds.
Living like the old nomads?
Could you survive?
Could you find food,
Or make fire or a shelter?
In America
We are free to do what we want.
We are also restricted
By many things.
So are you
A lab rat
Or are you free?
- Steven, age 15
Love Poem
I don't care if I live or die
Just as long as I survive the night
Find the source of the light
Escape dreaded blackness of the lonely soul
Find your energy source
Find what you need to sustain you eternally
In the blackness of the soul
Find the source of the things you do right
Keep on trying with all your might
To stay away from the big light
Find a little hole to crawl in
Find a person to use a shield
Find in the blackness of the night
The person who will do you right
Find the person who will protect you
And the person who you can endure the darkness
Find your love
- Steven, age 15
Love Poem
Dreams, you'll find
Are not only in the mind,
But in the body and soul
Dreams unspoken
Are dreams forgotten
For they have no one to remember them.
Dreams in the light
Glow heavenly bright
Having love or happiness in our hearts
Dreams in the dark
Glow with an eerie dullness
Bring the cold and sadness in our souls
Dreams, we find
Interpret our feelings
As so do our art when we do them
Dreams find what we want
Or what we don't
And they show this to us
Dreams sometimes
Shoe our intellect
Making us feel smart or dumb
Dreams show what we know
Answer questions we can't
And figure out all our problems
Dreams can be our ID
To show who
And what we our
Dreams can be the subconscious
Trying to trick us
Or tell us something
Dreams, in which people run from
Taking drugs so they don't
Have sight into the soul
Dreams are yours and yours alone
They are you and no one else
Don't run and they will help
Resist and they will show hurt
They show our love and our hate
They are our light in the darkness
How ever obvious this may seem
We need them because
DREAMS ARE YOU
- Steven, age 15
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