*In Your Own Words*
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"If"
If you were the light of the candle, I wouldn't blow you out. If you were the sound of the radio, I woudn't turn it off. If you were the wind in my hair, I woudn't go inside. If you were the one in my heart, I woudn't let you down.
By: Rachelle
"FREINDS"
Why are freinds so faithful?Why are friends so nice?
Why do they always help you...And sometimes pay the price?
Why do they think your funny,Even when your not?
Why are they so happy.When smile you can not?
They are sometimes good, They are sometimes bad.
They can make you happy,or they can make you sad.
They are always there for you,However you may feel.
They can always help you,With problems you may deal.
Freinds are there to care for you,freinds are there to help.They always beleve in you,but you've gotta beleve in yourself.
By: Kelp
"Monsters in the 90's"*
"Hush baby, there are no monsters under your bed," said a mother to her child. Then she remebers when she was young and she asked her mother if there were monsters under her bed and her mother said, "Hush baby, there are no monsters under your bed."
But her mother has no idea what it is like growing up in the 90's; with the fear of being shot while getting the mail, with the ffear of getting high just to "fit in", with the fear of joining gangs just to feel loved and needed, and with the tears from crying yourself to sleep over divorced parents.
The child lies in the dark and thinks to herself, "Good, mom fell for the lie. She actually thinks I'm so scared she'll let me stay up longer." Than "BANG," a loud noise rips through the silence down the street.
"DRIVE-BY, get under the bed!!" the mother cries. Ten minutes later, the mother and the child are sitting on the bed holding each other.
"There are monsters, aren't there?" the child asks.
"Yes, honey, there are monsters. But they're not under the bed."
* This poem was taken from a 'Teen Magazine.