Reflecting the Son

By Luker


As the sun sets when the day is done
Darkness takes the place of the sun
But when the Earth turns 'round again
The sun will shine -new times begin.

Let me be as the moon doth be
Lighting the world for all of thee
Reflecting the son -as I must
Until I turn from flesh to dust.

Into the darkened world I go
With just the light inside my soul
May I be a light unto you
Oh world that is soon to be new

I know that darkness can be won
For so shall my light overcome
May all those that do feel alone
Use my light to guide them home.

I understand the world is vast
Yet soon to there I will be cast
The evils of this place unknown
They -through my light- to him be shown.

Dear Matthew,

By Ivy

Dear Matthew,

I never thought I'd actually be writing to you. I never thought I'd ever be holding this paper in my hand, writing with this actual pen, with actual ink, and about to give it to you tomorrow with my actual hand, but for now, I am just wondering what to write. I've always wanted to be open with you, to be the kind of friends who could tell each other everything, so I guess that's why I'm telling you whats running through my head right now. I really don't know how to put this, but I guess there's only one way to put it. Always has been, and always will be, one way. I love you Matthew. Wow. Writing it on paper I feel so different, its out there now, you'll tell everybody, that I am in love with Matthew Girtz. I'm not holding something inside of me like a captive anymore! Its not a secret bouncing, swelling like a balloon, looking for some way, any way to escape! Its not just a pounding in my heart telling my to say something, a simple Hi, or a friendly smile anymore, its real, its not just sitting around in my head all day, everyday. its out, but it still lives within me. I love you. I've never said it out loud before, or even written it down in some secretive spot like most girls do, someone always finds those. Its never really hidden, and I'm guessing all of those girls have also written letters like these to you too, and that you laugh at them with your friends. I can't imagine, I try not to imagine you laughing at this. If only you could understand what those girls felt like, if you knew all of their hearts, and combined it with the way you feel for Libby, combine all those tears, and laughs, and years of waiting, and wondering, and just yearning to know if you felt the same way for them, or anyone, yearning just to know! If you knew that, and combined them all into one, you would understand one tenth of what I am feeling right now. what I feel in English, what I feel in Math, and at lunch, and at home, whenever I see your face, whether up close, at a distance, or in my mind. If only you could understand.

I know you don't know me, you probably wouldn't think of my face if you heard my name, or think of my name if you saw my face, but please whatever you do, don't think badly of me after all this. Many girls have done this, whether it be for some other boy, or for you, but I'm sure at least once, every girl you have ever smiled at, thought of, or saw randomly on the street has felt this way for someone, or something.I barley know you, how can I feel this way? is that what you are asking yourself as you (most likely) read this aloud to your friends at some lunch table, as they ridicule, and laugh at me, some stranger they have never known? Are you wondering if this is real? Are you even thinking of any of those things? Or are you just smiling, and getting ready to throw this away at the first chance? I know you aren't like that, I might be wrong, you could be reading this in privacy, with no jeering smile on you face, but in case you are wondering how I can feel this way with barley knowing you, here is my answer: I don't know. And I don't know why I don't know! I was always the one with all the answers, but for some reason, I don't have one this time. Why did people think I knew everything, why? They thought I was so smart, when it was really the opposite, you are much smarter then I'll ever be, I'm so stupid, Stupid to be writing this, to allow myself to feel this way for you, someone so far above me, although in my grade, stupid for being so stupid. I guess my stupidity increased when I first met you. Tats what happens when your in love with someone who will never love you back I guess, your mind wanders. You sneak a glance at them, and soon enough, a bell rings, the test is over, and your only half done. Or in the larger schemes, all that time I could be waiting for you, waiting to tell you, just for you to tell me you don't even know my name, but if I just waited, my whole life would race by, I would miss opportunities, and when I finally wake up, the bell would ring, and it would be too late. I have to get over you, I know that, but I can't stop thinking of the first time I saw you. I always wondered about you, and sorry if this was awkward, but Matthew, I will never forget you, I love you Matthew Girtz.

Sincereley,
One more Pathetic admirer,
Gabrielle F.

Breaths in the Sand

by Dee

She walks along the shore
each soft footfall
leaving behind a sigh
in the sand.

She stands alone,
one figure poised in elegance
framed against the sunset
dark hair flowing
in the salty breeze.

She hears a voice,
whispering in the crest of each wave
in the sea-foam swirling
around her feet
in the last golden ray
of sunlight
cast across the troubled water--

Sing
it cries to her,
in melodies of untold beauty
Dance
it croons to her,
in soft, soothing rhythms
Let me be heard
it whispers.

She runs back along the shore,
a song rising within
the stars a crown upon her hair
wet slender feet leaving
breaths in the sand.

If You Really Knew Me

by Nightlock Belle

If you really knew me you would see
I am free.
Though I tend to be a loner,
Some call it anti-social,
I'm never truly alone.
The God who created the Universe,
His Son/ My brother,
And the Spirit born of his Passion are with me.
You can't see them maybe, but they're here.
My name's not widely recognized but I was born of love within their eyes.
The eyes of the unseen ones above and below and the eyes of my parents.
Mine are still together though so many are apart.
I love knowing both my Father's hearts.
I love to write and read times three, sometimes music is my only company.
Whether I'm thrust towards the mic, or hiding backstage, I don't care.
I just came to play.
But you couldn't see that
If you didn't know me.

People who don't know me think that that girl doesn't have any problems,
She looks so fine, head held high, mettin eyes, and smiling that sweet little grin........
Little do they know it's all pretend.
Sometimes all I'm doing is hiding my tears.
'Cause I'll never fit in, never fully reside, nor does anyone really see my eyes.
Otherwise you'd know I'm not fine.
How can you know what you can't see?
You don't even know me.

65 roses, a pretty name for such a sucky disease.
I hate people saying "Oh my G**"
Don't they what they say? What it means at all?
...................... Do they even care?
I already know the answer would be No.
I care. I don't say it, I'd manage to offend someone somewhere and confrontation isn't my skill, but I care.
He made you, has your name tattooed on his hand.
He left his Son to die, forsaken on the tree for you and me.
He loves us with a love beyond measure.
How can you turn around and diss his treasure?
'Cause that's what everyone is, precious beyond measure.
A most sacred treasure.

Those around me can be super mean,
I isolate so I can hide.
Friends haven't been able to get what we had back,
it was little more than shattered glass.
My heart was shattered glass.
Glass then thrown in my face as they laughed.
No one helps me rise when I fall.
Ugly is something you don't need to hear, screamed loud for everyone to hear.
Fakness I despise, coming to take innocence. My own isn't there anymore.
Silence is the only noise I hear.
But eyes are windows to the soul, or so I'm told.
A single glance can do damage untold.

*Reject, Failure freak.*
Here I find hatred and envy,
here lies ignorance and prejudice.
Where sweet ends and cold indifference begin. Not a person, a THING with vocal cords.
Right in front of you I scream.
............................................................Did you hear it?
The bloody shriek of murder in your ear?
Resounding through every open space?
I have to hide behind your mask. Is that fair? Is it right?
No, but does anyone care enough to show me the light. This a dark night, and there are wolves prowling.
I've been thrown there often enough. Someone is going to again.

I've overshot my time. The round is up.
I'll leave you with one last question. Relax, it could've been several. Not that any of you have read to the end. If you have, congrats. Unless you skipped and then you're lame. Not ready to see the face in the mirror behind you. Yeah, I'm there. The tall, quiet girl with shoulder length brown hair and the hazel eyes.

This is a Q that demands an answer.
If you hate to, do it anyway. I don't like doing my treatments and being called a freak, and no one stops either of them.
Be honest. Not like I'll ever know. Not really.
Here's the question:
Do you really know me,
or am I stranger to you still?
If I'm a stranger, then I'll be on my way. Adios, Au revoir, all that jazz. I'll brush by you without another word.
So tell me if you dare, who can look me in eye and see the brokeness inside.
I'd like to know it too.
Now this is truly........................ Good bye.

(soundtrack: Rumors by Lindsey Lohan)

Bent Glass

by Cora

Bend the glass, my love
Twist it and mold its gravestone
Eerie grotesque light.

Footprints

by Becca

He's happy again
Now that she's with him
And they dance again
Once more hand-in-hand

She twirls again
Her white dress flowing
And they kiss again
Savor the moment

They laugh again
the sand warm and wet
And he loves again
Like waves love the shore

They feel again
Cool watery tide
Together again
On the sunlit beach

She fades again
She just can't hold on
He reaches again
He can't let her go

They dance again
Slowly, one last time
But she's gone again
And their last waltz ends

Tears fall again
His footprints still there
In the sand again
But his are alone

I Seem To Be.....

By Erin Elaine


I seem to be
kind of young, a little naive.
I really am
so much more than age admits.
I seem to be
so distracted, so blind.
i really am
just dreaming. let me sleep.
i seem to be
kind of careless. i feel fine.
i really am
so overthinking. im confused.
i seem to be
okay with everything, just going along.
i really am
so confident with another plan.
i seem to be
sure of where i am
i really am
still unsure. im pretty young.
i seem to be
just happy on my own.
i really am
hungry for you to find me.
i seem to be
so complete and so at peace.
i really am
a little bit half full.
i seem to be
living life on the seams of this.
i really am
so content with where i am, in bliss.
i seem to be
so
so
sure....
i really am
praying for the answers.
i seem to be
growing up, every day.
i really am
a little girl forever.
and i seem to be
moving on.
really am
staying put.
i seem to be
looking for new roads.
i really am
sitting down in the middle of the one i'm on.
i seem to be
running fast.
but really, i'm
moving
so
slow now...
and i seem to
look only where i'm standing.
but really i
reach for the higher heights.
i seem to be
walking but
really i'm
runnning.
... slow me down...
because i seem to be
speeding up
and i really am
not ready for this.
and i seem to be
moving at the same pace
but really i'm
so much farther ahead.
but i seem so
far behind.
...slow me down.
because i seem to be
kind of young. a little naive.
i really am
so much more than age admits.
and i seem to be trying to reach those dreams.
but really
i'm scared to get there.
i seem to be
strong above my own two feet
i really am
reachign for your hand...
to support me.
i really am.
i really am.
i really am....
just a kid.
and all i need
is time.

I Seem To Be.....

by Diya

I seem to be
Excited, happy, perfect.
But I'm not.
My best friends don't even know.
I don't have the guts to tell them
That I'm not stupid. That I have feelings.
And thoughts.

I seem to be
Shallow, stupid, thoughtless.
But I'm not.
I wasn't born a writer,
I was born
A thinker.

I seem to be
Childlike, annoying and stupid.
Careless and innocent.
I don't know, nor do I care.
Lost in a dreamland
Far away.
My life is simple.
And perfect.
Friends envy me for how simple
My life seems to be.
How I'm easy to understand.
But its not.
I'm not.
They are the ones lost in delusion.
They don't know a thing
About me.

I really am
That rope tied in knots.
A thinker.
A feeler.
One who yearns to understand.
Understand everything.
One who spends time thinking
About everything.
Thing that others throw off as pointless.
But still, I don't understand

I really am
One confused by her own words,
Imperfect,
Irritated.
One who analyzes
Every
Little
Word.
One who wants to learn
Wants to know
Wants to understand.

I sometimes think:
What if I'm just a character in a story
A sad story.
A confusing story.
That emotional wreck who hides what she feels.
My life is a rope tied in knots.

I really am
Unexpressive.
Always keeping my thoughts to myself
Despite what others think.
They think I share every detail of my life,
They think I'm talkative,
Shallow.
They think I tell them everything.
Through writing or words.
They think I don't care.
But I do.
I really do.
I care about everything.
I think about everything.

I really am
Caught in a net
Of truthful lies
And lying truths.
And guilt.
That girl being strangled, suffocated.
Squeezed.
By her unspoken words.
Unvoiced thoughts
And feelings.

Because I really wasn't born a talker or a writer.
I was born a feeler.
I was born a thinker.
And, in the end,
They don't know a thing about me.

I Seem To Be.....

by Luna the Vampire

My name is Luna,
And I just feel my
Heart breaking when
I see you look at me
Because I know to you
I seem to be
Just your good friend,
But baby, I could be so
Much more to you if you
Would just look inside......
I seem to be
A lonely gal who's cool with it
But I'm not.
I really am a romantic gal
Who's in love with someone
Who to I seem to be
His girly friend,
But why can't he see
That in reality
I really, really want to be
His girlfriend.

Song Converting

Song: Homecoming
Artist: Lisa Kelly
Song Converter: Dee

I am a wanderer.
Few may find me, for my path weaves through songs and stars, above the mountains and the trees, a brilliant streak of deep blue that only I can see.
Do you wish to find me, to wander forevermore at my side? Do you wish to know the joy of flying high through the skies, of riding on the autumn wind into the lost kingdoms of dreams? Do you wish to see the majesty of pure moonlight, full and strong, not weak and broken as you see it now, its dancing rays cast upon a rippling golden sea?
Then travel to the distant horizon, where the stars are rising, and when you stand upon the place where the solid ground ends, you must let go.
You must let yourself fall.
When the sky fades away, call my name, reach out for me. I will reach out to you, and as we fall together through the stars, our feet will find my path once more. Then we will wander, through songs and stars, above the mountains and the trees, upon the brilliant streak of deep blue that only we can see.

Won't you come with me?