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"THESE ARE MY FRIENDS They stick with you through thick and thin they bring out all the light within Even though they get mad about a hundred times a season you have to admit that they always have a good reason Nobody&amp;#039;s perfect they sometimes forget but they&amp;#039;ll come through for you I bet They lift you up and make you soar make you wonder why you didn&amp;#039;t thank them before For even though you have your fights you&amp;#039;ll still love them with all your might this great feeling that never ends I LOVE THEM SO, THESE ARE MY FRIENDS! Kathy Gordeyev, 13, Ont. Canada. I would like to dedicate this poem to my best friends who are the inspiration for this: Jenny, Karen G, Leah, Ksenia, Lisa, and Karen F, I love you guys! =oP. Boys A Heart is not a plaything, a heart is not a toy, but if you want it broken, just give it to a boy. Boys like to play with things, to see what makes them run, but when it comes to kissing, they do it just for fun. Boys don&amp;#039;t give thier hearts away they play us gurls like fools wait until we give our hearts away and then they play it kewl. You&amp;#039;ll wonder where he is at night, you&amp;#039;ll wonder if he&amp;#039;s true, one moment you&amp;#039;ll be happy, the next you&amp;#039;ll be blue. When you get a chance to see him, your heart begins to dance, your life revolves around him, theres nothing like romance. When it starts to happen, you&amp;#039;ll worry day and night, you see my friend your loosing him, it never turns out right. Boys are great, though immature, the price you pay is high, he may seem sweet and gorgeous, but remember he&amp;#039;s a guy. Dont fall in love with just a boy, that takes a lot of nerve, what you need is a man, to get what you deserve. so when you think its happening, be careful if you can, before you give your heart away, make sure that he&amp;#039;s a man!! -Kelly Potter, 13, Northboro,Ma Garden of Love Roses are red, Violets are blue, When you&amp;#039;re away I could care less about What color the flowers are. -Kristie Forgiven There&amp;#039;s the sick, the weak, the meek, There&amp;#039;s murder, there&amp;#039;s abuse Why must this hate they use Do you they not know If so it&amp;#039;s you I must show For why there is still this sight I must continue to fight Le Poem I see the people at my side; They call themselves my kin. But differences I cannot hide, For they lie deep within. I&amp;#039;ve been told time and time again That I&amp;#039;m not the only one. But the person that I should&amp;#039;ve been Has faded with the sun. Similarities I cannot find Although I&amp;#039;ve looked and looked. The things that they share are not mine. I feel alone and rooked. I feel as though I&amp;#039;m odd and strange. I&amp;#039;ve been told just the same. I feel as though I&amp;#039;m barely sane . . . And know not from whence I came. This may seem strange, weird, or uncool, But this is how I am. I may be different to you Yet still, I&amp;#039;m all but damned. Joelle ,15 ,Richburg New York Untitled She cannot fathom the hurt of loneliness her whole life has been music she will never be alone without a friend yet I sit in the dark painfully looking at her wishing I was the popular girl -Lili Jerk Alert You looked into my eyes And gave me a smile I spent my time with you Because I thought you were worthwhile I thought you were different ,unlike any other guy Because you seemed special and cared about me and what&amp;#039;s on the inside What did I ever do to you? I don&amp;#039;t deserve to be treated like some worthless dog I thought I liked you, but you&amp;#039;ve been playing me all along You hugged me, kissed me and we even made out You never liked ME just having another &amp;quot;b***h&amp;quot; is all you cared about You are such a jerk! I hope you get a clue That being true to just one girl is all you have to do You think you&amp;#039;re a pimp sooo hot and cool Now I know why no one would go out with you Coldhearted,mean,cruel,worthless,stupid,no life are a few words that describe you Now that you&amp;#039;re through with me, this is what I will do to you When ever you come near I&amp;#039;ll tell ALL the girls that there&amp;#039;s a jerk alert Because like me, they don&amp;#039;t deserve to get tricked and hurt The Night That You Stayed That night the moon was just right That night mood was just right I looked at you with those eyes so blue And you looked at me and asked what I&amp;#039;ve been through You thought I was cute I didn&amp;#039;t want you to go away You always looked at me With the right thing to say You asked for my number I called you the next night We talked and we talked It just felt right So now as I&amp;#039;m dreaming With thoughts fading away I wonder just if You aren&amp;#039;t going away Going to stay forever in my heart Going to stay forever from the start But even if that doesn&amp;#039;t come to be with your face and your actions Your love n&amp;#039; tender The memories of that night will not fade away When I was the princess and you stayed -Becky P, 15, Pennsylvania A Little Crush When I see you, I can&amp;#039;t help but stare. As I walk by you, I cant even bare. Your eyes so gleaming, your hair so perfect, When I see you I am dreaming, Your picture in my mind I cant eject. But now I realize, I wasn&amp;#039;t right, I was jumping to conclusion, not thinking of the fright. I saw you stare at me, everytime you walked by, Your eyes hipnatizing me, I just always sighed. One day I saw you, I thought I had a chance, I had someone ask you, I was so nervous I was in a trance. I overheard what you had said, And i couldn&amp;#039;t bare The thought, That you had rejected me, A lesson has been taught. -Jaclyn, 13, Brooklyn, NY Mirror Image I&amp;#039;ve sat before this very mirror Very many times And when I look into the mirror I just want to cry. I feel shallow and I feel stupid As I dry my eyes I let my mirror degrade me But that I do not try. I&amp;#039;ve stood before this very closet Very many times And when I look into the closet I leave myself behind. I feel useless and I feel ugly As I think of my pain I let my closet control what I am And it is not very kind. I&amp;#039;ve thought many times about myself And what I say is true I let my looks and I let my clothes Decide what I do. I don&amp;#039;t want this to influence me Because I can be real And I want to show the inside of me Not just what make-up can do. Sarah, age 13 Florida "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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