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Saving Serenity

BY Anthony Albania - John Oliver Secondary School, Vancouver BC | Mar 12, 2010

What the hell is wrong with us?
People had been treated very cruel
We're not being sympathetic
No respect happens

Kids die from hunger
Teens get depression
Our minds are dirty
Life is too short

Earth is filled with pollution
Economy slowly loses nature
The air whispers around us
We see nothing

War outbursts ragefully
People are bound in blood
Insanity unleashed
Terrorists conquered our world

See that priest
Preached for faith
Angels hear his voice
The Lord cried in pain

Tabloids are for junkies
Depression is unhealthy
Drugs hurt
People die

It's not fair
Of what we have
That can't be taken
For granted

Humans are complex
We shall know better
We're destroying peace
Wake up in haste

Look outside your window
Do you see anything?
Imagine a place we live
That fades too soon

You can no longer
See love
See comfort
Feel serenity

The world is moving
As we created a monster
That was unleashed
To grow gigantic

It's our own fault
It's the injustice
It's sorority
It's bigotry

We live
In one life
One Chance
One Space

Make a difference
Change other lives
See better things
Feel the love

Let's share happiness
Give to those who are in need
Support each other
Build a better place

I don't give a damn
Because we're the predators
Justice is needed
Dream for love

Someday we'll know
That we can change
Stand up
For them and for you

We are the people
The people who take
Responsibilities
And actions

What do you want to change?
What do you want to see?
What do you want to be?
What do you want to feel?

Spread a word
To thousands of people
Create a life
Invent a home

Change your ways
Do something
Live in Peace
And in Love

Imagine no life
Give your chance
Save lives
Tell a story

There's nothing important
But Comfort
Which everyone needs
To be happy

For you and for me...

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blossoms at their best

by Christine Boatman - Maple Ridge Secondary School, Maple Ridge, BC, | Mar 9, 2010

Cherry blossom season is finally here, here is a photo of "blossoms at their best."

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Secret

BY Mariana Gorjão - Gleneagle High School, Port Moody BC | Mar 9, 2010

I have a secret
I always keep it near me
So close that I can
Always hear it.
So smooth,
Just like my heart
Beating slowly.
It tends to lean
And try to escape
But it never does,
It goes back in
And stays with me
Always with me.

But then,
Someone calls it
And it leans so much
That I can feel
Every single heartbeat
Striking in my chest.
Funny though,
That I always feel sad
When it comes back in.

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Angel's Treasure

BY Annie Cai - Vernon Barford Junior High, Edmonton AB | Mar 8, 2010

In the midnight hour,
Magic and mystery meet,
Pixie dust and fragrant flowers,
The recipe for the sweetest treat.
Add a sprinkle of love,
Just for good measure,
A gift from above,
An angel's treasure.

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Feline

BY Annie Cai - Vernon Barford Junior High, Edmonton AB | Mar 8, 2010

F is for ferocious, a hunter of the night,
E is for enticing, a seductive invite.
L is for lithe, elegance and speed,
I is for intriguing, a mystery indeed.
N is for nonchalant, mild as you please,
E is for exuberant, joyful as can be.

Felines, brighter than any night star,
Truly the Earth's masterpieces they are.

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Heart Breaks

BY Vivian Wan - Hugh McRoberts Secondary, Richmond BC | Mar 8, 2010

I’ve always believed in fairy tales. Believed that if I wished hard enough, I could have my own Cinderella ending. Yet it seems that fate has tampered with my life once again because all I feel is pain.

Like Cinderella’s impossible tasks, day by day, my heart works in the same rhythm. Every minute that I cry and shed tears that shouldn’t be shed, I break off a piece of my heart, leaving it running through my bloodstream. I clutch my chest and round my back and let the tears and cries of anguish flow freely, because I know that no one will ever hear me and that is the only time I’m ever safe.

Strong warrior by morn and weakling by night, I’m no superhero. I can only mask my feelings well enough through the day before I have to conceal myself in the dark shadows that lurk on the walls - just dark enough to conceal my fear, my pain and the things that make me want to stop living. To stop breathing. And maybe then, just maybe, my heart, could be whole.

What is God's meaning? Why do we face pain? God granted us freewill, to make our own choices and face our own consequences, but I never wanted to feel this pain. Nothing is ever worth this.

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Flowers

BY Hazel Mamaril - John Oliver School, Vancouver BC | Mar 8, 2010

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Painful Memory

BY Annie Cai - Vernon Barford Junior High, Edmonton AB | Mar 8, 2010

Sorrow owns these
Deep black eyes,
From many tears,
And many tries
To forget the past,
The wretched pain
That haunts my soul
And burns my veins.
But with my friends,
I will survive,
There's newfound hope
Within these eyes.

I now can clearly see,
T'was just a Painful Memory.

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Gingerbread Man

BY Annie Cai - Vernon Barford Junior High, Edmonton AB | Mar 8, 2010

With two frosted eyes that cannot see,
A gumdrop nose that cannot breathe,
A candy mouth that holds no words,
A mind with thoughts that will never be heard.
A body sculpted with patience and care,
With flour and spices and sugar to spare,
A gummy coat that can't be worn,
It has a life but wasn't born.
A face forever in a grin,
It's not alive - and has never been.

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Wolf

BY Annie Cai - Vernon Barford Junior High, Edmonton AB | Mar 8, 2010

The wolf dips his head in a silent salute
And the moon bathes the night in a powder grey suit.
As the night falls, the wild awakens,
To feed off of fear, so cursed the forsaken.
Light battles darkness though darkness shall win,
And the hunter stalks prey with no conscience of sin,
But as the Sun rises, as the Sun must,
The evil, so strong, will be turned into dust.
But the day will come when the dead will rise,
Painting pictures of horror in every soul's eyes.

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