Psychics Under The Stars

With a single palm

You can see

My past, present, future

My full destiny

You take a deep breath

And slowly sigh

Then glance at me

With your crystal clear

Deep blue eyes

Your colrfully gemmed necklace shines

Your dark green jade earrings glow

You pick up a few cards

Old-fashioned tarot

You don't peek at the cards

Your eyes still fixed on mine

I get a scared feeling inside

Wonder if I should go

But I can't lift my body

I feel you searching for my soul

What do you see quiet psychic

A life 'til old age?

With a happy family engaged?

What do you hear peaceful psychic

A soon dreadful death?

A hard crazy life?

Shall I dare ask what you know

Or wait 'til you tell

Do you read anything yet

Does it all ring a bell

You glare at the cards

Set them all out

It makes me so curious

As to what you're thinking about

Are you my friend dear psychic

Can I believe what you say

Is this really my future

You will tell me today

Or are you just a scam

A liar

A hoax

As much as I wish this untrue

I won't raise my hopes

You rub your palms together

Look me in my eyes

Whisper something low

With a voice so peaceful

Yet so slow

I turn away

Walk out of your little blue tent

Take one last look

Never to return again

I'll never know who you are

Mysterious psychics under the stars

-By Jamie Earhart

Age 14

How Much More

As I ride my bike along the sidewalk

I decide it is time for a little break.

After I cross the small bridge I take a right

And slowly ride down the steep drop

Away from the road.

My breaks squeal as I try not to

Go down too fast, but fast enough

For a small thrill.

I go towards the left

Looking for the perfect spot

To lay in the grass

Where I am0Anot noticeable

To the cars passing above.

There I lay,

Soaking up the sun and

Looking at the small pond,

Thinking how beautiful this life is,

And how much more beautiful

It could be.

-By Rayna Lounsbury

Age 17

The Followers

There will be a star in the sky

On that night a baby shall be born

We are crazy

We are insane

Being felicitous

Is constantly our demeanor.

Our shouts and cheers, when

We praise together

Are grateful and eloquent

As children who run with

Not a care in the world

In field=2 0of flowers

Forms with meaning, shapes without

darkness,

Unstopping love, caring without selfishness;

Those who have seen

With open heart, to life’s other

Wonders

Remember us--as always--not as wandering

Withering people, but only

As full of life

The followers of Christ.

-By Rayna Lounsbury

Age 17

Lost Love, New Found Peace

I stand here staring into the mist

Wishing for flowers in my fist

And I'm not quite knowing

Where my life is going.

I wish that I could truly find

Something secret to confide

I wish that he could truly see

What he truly means to me.

I wish that I could really fly

And reach so high above the sky

And I'm not quite knowing

Where my life is going-

But that is the best feeling in the world.

-By Fiorella Nicoloso

Age 14.5

The Life Not Yet Lived

Before long I shall have lived

A life I would have never dreamed.

The cold burns my feet,

The sun burns my head.

I find no shelter

From the harshness of this world.

Tranquility flies away,

Like a dove in the open morning sky.

Peacefulness does not exist here,

But in the new life.

Dreaming is inadequate,

Shelter is but sumptuousness.

I catch the dove gently in my hands;

Nevertheless, nothing lasts forever.

-By Fiorella Nicoloso

Age 14 1/2

Unknown Emotion

Darkness burns deep; burns the edge of my soul.

I wait, I watch, I cry; nobody speaks.

The crowd swirls around me; I do not stir.

The world spins faster; nobody is there to notice.

For all are at the saddest of gatherings; all are incapacitated with despair.

I light a candle to shun the darkness; the flame engulfs me.

I do not cry; I do not make a child-like plea.

For I have grown accustomed to this; I have known this grief before.

I can face this head-on;unlike the rest of the world.

I stand all alone; surrounded by my past life.

A meadow is before me;I shine in the fire.

For everything happens for a reason; including this thrashing of emotion

-By Fiorella Nicoloso

Age 14.5

MAny would say

Many would say.
Many would say.
That they can control the world,
each and every day.

Many will think.
Many Will think.
They can sit on a boat,
and never sink.

Many believe.
Many believe.
That they can change the color,
of each and every leaf.

They do not know.
They do not know.
That there is one man,
who does as so.

I can only say.
I can only say.
I am the one,
who feels this way.

Why cant they see.
Why cant they see.
She is the one,
that loves me.

She loves me so.
She loves me so.
She is the one,
who makes me glow.

I love her too.
I love her too.
That beautiful girl,
with eyes of blue.

-by Dylan Norris

Age 17

Deep and murky waters

Dancing to no music,
Shouting quietly,
Listening to silence ,
Singing to no melody ,
Dancing to no rhythm,
Drumming with no beat,
Acting with no direction,
Screaming without reason,
Beauty with no faith,
Cleaning with filth,
Smooth abrasiveness ,
Living with no life.

Almost like loving........
loving with no emotion.

-By Dylan Norris

Age 17

Kiss of Death

Just come kill me now

Kill me in my sleep

Just make it fast

Make the stab deep.

Our time is gone

It's time to leave

From you the kiss of death

Is what I shall receive.

The pain I feel

Is not pretend

The ache is so bad

It cannot mend.

You sneak in

While I sleep

Into my head

Unconsciousness only so deep.

As you stab my chest

My path has been set

And you watch me dying

Having no regrets.

And as you're walking away

It sets up the scene

Then I wake up

With a blood curdling scream.

-By Caitlin Waldrop

Age 14

Eyes

Her eyes are a reflection

Of what is her past

They are pictures

Of stone and glass.

She's been hurt

Hurt real bad

When you look at her

She seems so sad.

Her eyes are black

Black as coal

Staring at you

Making you cold.

When you look at someone

Their eyes tell it all

In the past

If they have one at all.

In her past

Her heart had been torn

When her boyfriend

Went off to war.

A bomb went off

On a rooftop one day

When soldiers were up there

Happy and gay.

They were going home tonight

And he though this was the end

Tonight he was going home

Back to his girlfriend.

The bomb went off

He threw himself over his friend

And then

That was the soldier's end.

The news got to the girl

She wept and wept

And then by grief

She was over swept.

As I said before

Her eyes told her past

When you look at them

They are pictures of stone and glass.

-By Caitlin Waldrop

Age 14

Proud

I am up here on this stage

Taking my final bow

And I am silently searching

For your face in the crowd.

I know I've got everybody fooled

As I hold my bouquet of roses

With that fake little smile

Just another one of those poses.

But no one knows

What's really going on

How with every one of my shows

I've had to be strong.

Because after every single show

When I'm searching for you in the crowd

The only thing I wanna know

Is that I've made you proud.

-By Caitlin Waldrop

Age 14

Oh Thee, Let Me Die

My eyes disengage from this universe
As I inhale the last breathe of the air
Oh thee, my mind wonders as I disperse,
And let me die without any despair.

Oh thee, gently lull me into your song,
And let me fall into forever sleep
And I’ll close my eyes to where I belong
And let me drop into a deep down steep.

As I take my last step of this mankind
I learn to value my relationship,
I learn to trust and believe in my mind,
And I’ll keep walking without any slip.

Time steals me away from reality,
But gives me some hopes for fatality.

-By Vi Mai

Age 14

The Fight of the Night

Once, the Ghint sitting on the minst,
And chippering the old Linte;
All the air wabbled down
As the Ghout fighting with the Sowthes.
“Beware you two!”
The Jabbuzy singing, gambeling around the waves
“The storm will come and the light will hide
As the Old Foe might arise.”
The Ghint hasted the blade
At the sorpel, he will may
All thou who might have won
As the shadow hatched the trees.
The lantern sunk the flame
Like a hitch in a hatch
“The Old Foe coming back
As we might have to do that.”
The Linte snickered,
And all the minst went dead;
“Beware you two,
The silent is the death.”
The Ghint tuggling with the woods
With the mansoner in his name
Like a mimsty in the minst
As he clided like a flame.
Brilling with the light
As the Linte have to fight
With the hathe of the doubt
But thou no way to out.
The Ghint vained the trees
Like a snitch in a snatch.
“Thou my old friend
The sorpel is here
As the blade will vain
And you might be near.”
“Slithy the touve”
And steamish little fool;
You have no idea
Who you fighting to.”
“Oh thou my friend,” the Linte said
“The sorpel is here
With the vorpal in its arm
As you might have to come near.”
He haited his sword with the Ghint
“Long time my friend, uhhh…”
The Linte slained his head
With the sword of dead.
The flame of the lantern twiggeling up
As the minst wabbled through the fair;
Once, the Ghint sitting on the minst
And chippering the old Linte.

-By vinh mai

Age 14

Prison

Through trouble and hardship
Sickness and pain
No complaint was uttered from her mouth
The girl’s silence was in vain

The girl endured the knife
The girl endured her sentence
Although put through strife
She did her time in silence

Blocked out from the world
Sister free to roam
As the girl sat in her prison
She neither made a complaint nor groan

She did the work
As her sister watched
Reporting every mistake with a smirk
More time for the girl

Finally “free”
Watched carefully
Back in prison
No hope for escape

-By Kaisha Butz

Age 15

A Poem to be Whispered

Trapped in a mystical cave
Scared by the darkness around
A little kitty sits in a pool of water
Waiting for the doors to open
So he can get out

-By Kaisha Butz

Age 15

My Bestie

My best friend Angela is amazing and kind
A friend like you is hard to find,

Friends for life is what we are
Angela, you’re my shining star

You’re so close all the time but yet so far away;
I just wish that you could stay

I’m so blessed to have a friend like you
Everyone needs a best friend too

-By Kaisha Butz

Age 15