Life Is A Thrill
Life is a thrill, enjoy it while it's there.
Never be afraid to show someone you care.
Express your self and let your feelings show.
Always carry a smile every where you go.
An artist at self portrait, but it's someone else you paint.
You'll never find satisfaction being someone you ain't.
So get in where you fit in, get out where you don't.
A level headed person would, but an envious one won't.
- Vandana Stoll, age 16
Life Has No Meaning
(A tribute to the movie POWDER)
Life has no meaning to be born is to die.
Raised in a world of hate and pain brings anger deep down inside.
My heart is broken; body temperature cold.
My head is pounding with hate and fear as voices scream out NO!
I wrapped my finger around the trigger, slowly aiming the gun towards my head.
No toughts were given about my future because inside im already dead.
My mind is made up, there is no turning back.
Terror takes over as chills run down my back.
I closed my eyes and a few thoughts flew by.
Life has no meaning, faith has sentenced me to die.
- Vandana Stoll, age 16
Leven.
Vroeger toen ik naar de lucht keek,
was die helder blauw, de zon scheen met sterke stralen en alle vogels
floten. Elke dag opnieuw, geen problemen, alles was perfect,
maar nu, nu we opweg zijn naar de poort, de overgang van kind naar
volwassene, nu stapelen de problemen zich op.
De hemel wordt stilletjes overdekt met een grijze laag, de zon haar stralen
verzwakken, en er fluiten nog maar een paar vogeltjes.
Dan denk ik, IS DIT HET? Zo maar, als ik mijn ogen sluit is alles dan
gedaan? Op een bepaald uur, minuut, seconde. De wijzers draaien vlugger en
vlugger naar het einde toe.
Als ik me dan afvraag, al die jaren, die talloze jaren, die ik hier was,
hebben die dan NIETS te betekenen?
Als je dan diep nadenkt, wéét je dat er méér is, dat God met zijn
geliefkoosde schepsels andere bedoelingen heeft, dan deze lutteloze jaren
op aarde, waar altijd ONVREDE en KWAADHEID heerst.
Isabelle Ulenaers, belgium, 15j
people want just two things,
get old and
stay young!!
Isabelle Ulenaers, belgium, 15j
The Butterfly
It is a very beautiful day,
and the calendar says it's May.
I have to believe,
that one day I'll achieve,
my goal to shed this dreadful cocoon.
I'm neither dangerous nor scary,
furry or hairy.
I just want to come out and play.
- Patrick, age 10
Dogs
Dogs
Pretty as they can be,
I love DOGS.
In fact I live for Dogs.
Dogs make the world turn.
If dogs didn't exist I think
I would die.
- Tara Sutin, age 8
Laughing in the sun
we are from different countries
still, we are alike.
- Alice Choi, age 11, Illinois
Swimming
swimming makes me free.
gliding and parting water
as a queen's entrance.
- Alice Choi, age 11, Illinois
A Day at the Fair
One sunny morning we piled in our car
And drove to the Fair, it was really far!
But when we arrived it was well worth the wait
We jumped out of the car and ran for the gate!
We ate all the food, and we rode most of the rides
The ones I liked best were the really high slides
The ferris wheel took us very high
We though that we would reach the sky
Instead it brought us back down low
'cause that's how ferris wheels must go
The pony rides were great fun too
And how we loved the petting zoo!
The cotton candy and cheese on a stick
Almost made us really sick
The roller coaster was too fast
So me and grandma walked right past!
We bought balloons and mine was pink
But it flew away, when I got a drink
They played the music very loud!
I almost got lost in the crowd!
Too soon our day was almost done
The laughing, playing in the sun
But we were tired, so Mom did say
Come on, Let's call it a day
We walked out of the gate
And piled into our car
We drove to our home
Which was really far
We washed up our bodies,
Climbed into our beds
Closed our eyes
And shut down our heads
A kiss on the cheek
And a hug very tight
Made our dreams sweet
All through the night!
- Katie NaPier, age 8 & grandma
Night into Day
Sometimes I feel enclosed,A feeling no-one knows
I feel shattered, scared, and weak,And as I sit, I feel a tear fall down my cheek.....
I sit in the corner, depressed and scared,And I feel like no-one cares........
But soon I realize night turns into day,And I become happy and gay!
- Korryn Cole
SomeWhen Else
I woke up in the middle of the night, halfway between now and somewhen else.
From going down the stairs into my friend's basement to play board games,
surrounded by concrete walls painted battleship gray with thick, shiny paint,
through his mother's laundry room full of white enamel, miles long and higher than I could see.
Growing smaller by the minute and found in brown and white checked shirt,
tail out, holey knee'd blue jeans, Sears-and-Roebuck sneakers, white,
hole-in-the-toe, laces dragging.
His father in the easy chair, feet up, paper in hands, arms straight out.
Smoke from the pipe drifting to the ceiling. Home from the shop, no worries,
blue Buick in the driveway, wide whitewalls, round, massive, road conqueror,
pride of Detroit. Ike on the screen, black and white and confident.
Freedom. Summer. No school, no worries. Riding, wind in the face. Rushing song
of rippling leaves. At the pond and skipping rocks, catching crawdads, stringer with
eight-inch trout - all keepers. Roy Rogers, Howdy Doody, roller skating at the rink.
Where did my dad learn to skate like that?
Time for bed. Tucked in with goodnight kisses, all right with the world, blanket edge
tickling under my chin. Drifting into childhood peace, unsurpassed and now unattainable.
I wake in the middle of the night, halfway between then and somewhen else.
- Randy Reames, adult
Limerick
I have a dear friend, named Emmi,
Who's qualities are varied, and many,
She has a great style,
And a wonderful smile,
But her hugs, are full, not demi.
MKM, adult :)