The Master walks onto the stage
Head is bowed
Disshelved, white hair covers his face
He wears a dirty, ruffled, black suit
No one makes a sound
Waiting for The Master to speak
And at last he does!
"Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls!"
He has an inhuman voice...
He never lifts his head...
"Something wicked has come to your town... The Dark Carnival!"
His arms rise dramatically
His head, still bowed, moves sideways a little
The crowd is excited, waiting
“Tonight is the night you witness terrible delight, and the only night, for we appear in each town only once”
The Master slowly smiles beneath his hair, fiendishly
He slowly turns, then slowly walks towards the curtain
Back to the audience
His head slowly lifts; hair messily falls to his shoulders
A hand rises to the rope
“And tonight… we are happy to announce that you are joining us”
His head whips backs
Only to show a terrible sight
His eyes have been seemingly gouged out, now only black holes, blood dripping down his face
His black lips smile devilishly to reveal all of his white, jagged teeth, as if they were hastily sharpened
Gasps resound among the crowd, even a few small screams
“Welcome, my friends”
The Master says
“To your new home”
They are all suddenly terrified
Some try to flee
But it’s useless
“The Dark Carnival”
The curtain opens with a simple tug of His hand
And ghouls, monsters, and demons swarm towards the crowd
Dancing, singing, laughing
The terrified screams of the audience resound throughout the carnival, but are never heard
As one hundred souls are taken to a dark world
As on hundred souls join
The Dark Carnival
The Master smiles his devilish smile
Proud of his work
“Now… let us go, my darlings”
He said to the creatures
Friday, February 20, 2009
Violet Glove
I feel a glove in the right side of my pocket. I pull it out to find Nikki's little violet glove smaller than my hand. It puts a smile in my face because it feels as if her little skinny long fingers are in my pocket warming up. I make sure its there every 5 minutes, and yet it still puts a smile in my face. Thinking of her during class, passing periods, calling her during advisory, and holding on tight to her glove like when i hold her hand during the store or before she runs towards the road. I see the glove and i see Nikki's smile one it, i carry her in my pocket and in my heart.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
FEAR SAID TO ME...
Fear said to me...
Fear said to me, “Close your eyes.You can't stay awake much longer.Your will to keep your eyes open will soon be taken over by me--Fear.Come to the darkness where you’ll never know what to expect.
”With a chilling voice, Fear whispered in my ear, “Are you afraid of me?” My skin filled with goose bumps from head to toe.
I could no longer move. Fear was taking over my body. Tears started to fall from my eyes and down my cheeks.I wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare that was taking control of me. Scream because fear was taking over me each time I closed my eyes. I no longer had someone to rescue me from this horrible pain.
Then I let courage take over me. Now I look at fear straight in the eyes and say, "I'm not afraid of you.” Like snow, fear melts from my body—to no longer torture me.
Fear said to me, “Close your eyes.You can't stay awake much longer.Your will to keep your eyes open will soon be taken over by me--Fear.Come to the darkness where you’ll never know what to expect.
”With a chilling voice, Fear whispered in my ear, “Are you afraid of me?” My skin filled with goose bumps from head to toe.
I could no longer move. Fear was taking over my body. Tears started to fall from my eyes and down my cheeks.I wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare that was taking control of me. Scream because fear was taking over me each time I closed my eyes. I no longer had someone to rescue me from this horrible pain.
Then I let courage take over me. Now I look at fear straight in the eyes and say, "I'm not afraid of you.” Like snow, fear melts from my body—to no longer torture me.
Friday, February 6, 2009
True Love
True love
Is when you say you need me like
I need you
And you can’t be without me like I
Can’t be without you
True love
Is when we talk on the phone
Cause when we’re not around
Each other we don’t want to be
Alone
True love
Before you make me cry before I
Tell you a lie
I’ll give my life cause that’s
True love
Is when you say you need me like
I need you
And you can’t be without me like I
Can’t be without you
True love
Is when we talk on the phone
Cause when we’re not around
Each other we don’t want to be
Alone
True love
Before you make me cry before I
Tell you a lie
I’ll give my life cause that’s
True love
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Love
If two were one, then surely we,
Muses that sing love’s sensual empery.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
To let base clouds o’er take me in my way.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height,
And all that’s best of dark and night.
Let us embrace:
Let there be only your lips’ breath on my face.
You leant to me a moment, crying – ‘Sing
If, as you say, you love me, sing with these’-
Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire
Dividing my delight and my desire,
Lie closer, lean your face upon my side.
Love me through dusk begin and dark retire.
Ah God, ah God, that day be soon.
~Jon Martin
If two were one, then surely we,
Muses that sing love’s sensual empery.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
To let base clouds o’er take me in my way.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height,
And all that’s best of dark and night.
Let us embrace:
Let there be only your lips’ breath on my face.
You leant to me a moment, crying – ‘Sing
If, as you say, you love me, sing with these’-
Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire
Dividing my delight and my desire,
Lie closer, lean your face upon my side.
Love me through dusk begin and dark retire.
Ah God, ah God, that day be soon.
~Jon Martin
“I Find The Beauty”
I find the Beauty in the World’s lack of Elegance;
I find the Beauty in some literature’s Intensity of Eloquence;
I find the Beauty in Nothing;
Because Everything is incapable of It
I find the Beauty in being able to explain
Why everything in the World is a Visual Monstrosity
Mankind’s Viscocity
As the Plain main causes of suffering and Pain
The Verity Of Beauty
Especially in what I cannot see
Even on occasions in which Beauty finds me
A Genuine Beauty is hard to find
A Genuine Beauty is disclosed in the quietude
Far Back in the vastitude of my mind
I Find The Beauty
I find the Beauty in some literature’s Intensity of Eloquence;
I find the Beauty in Nothing;
Because Everything is incapable of It
I find the Beauty in being able to explain
Why everything in the World is a Visual Monstrosity
Mankind’s Viscocity
As the Plain main causes of suffering and Pain
The Verity Of Beauty
Especially in what I cannot see
Even on occasions in which Beauty finds me
A Genuine Beauty is hard to find
A Genuine Beauty is disclosed in the quietude
Far Back in the vastitude of my mind
I Find The Beauty
"The Mirror: My Looking Glass"
I peered at the Looking Glass,
a foggy, transparent, translucent mass
Of story-telling features . . .
The Mirror of Memoirs detects detects
the Owner that reflects reflects
His content. . .
The Smudges Smudges on the glass
Are Nightmares that’d come to pass
The Streaks and Streaks amidst the clear
are recollections it stores of fear.
The Cracks and Cracks are harmful stacks
of My Memoires that tax and tax
My Mind
The Schmears and Smears
are painful years
of Words that beplagued My ears. . . .
MEMOIRES OF A MIRROR . . .
Stared back at me. I looked into the mirror dazed and had just awakened. I knew not what stared back at me. I saw a color slur, a great big copper blur. The years came back with an earth-shattering slam. The mirror broke and fell revealing what he’d hidden from me. Parallel was a universe time-frozen opposite the curse on my end. It’s ancient history remained a mystery in the back of my mind. I reacted to it’s stillness, curiously in kind. I reached out to the fractured glass and it took my hand. I’d bat my eyes and in it I’d stand. I saw myself, battered, tattered and worn- unequiped to take on the morning. I switched place with my reflection. I was He and He was me and I began to see—MYSELF. My focus, my Eyes remained hooked on the other end of the Looking Glass I looked. From the other side, It-the Mirror looked back at me.
a foggy, transparent, translucent mass
Of story-telling features . . .
The Mirror of Memoirs detects detects
the Owner that reflects reflects
His content. . .
The Smudges Smudges on the glass
Are Nightmares that’d come to pass
The Streaks and Streaks amidst the clear
are recollections it stores of fear.
The Cracks and Cracks are harmful stacks
of My Memoires that tax and tax
My Mind
The Schmears and Smears
are painful years
of Words that beplagued My ears. . . .
MEMOIRES OF A MIRROR . . .
Stared back at me. I looked into the mirror dazed and had just awakened. I knew not what stared back at me. I saw a color slur, a great big copper blur. The years came back with an earth-shattering slam. The mirror broke and fell revealing what he’d hidden from me. Parallel was a universe time-frozen opposite the curse on my end. It’s ancient history remained a mystery in the back of my mind. I reacted to it’s stillness, curiously in kind. I reached out to the fractured glass and it took my hand. I’d bat my eyes and in it I’d stand. I saw myself, battered, tattered and worn- unequiped to take on the morning. I switched place with my reflection. I was He and He was me and I began to see—MYSELF. My focus, my Eyes remained hooked on the other end of the Looking Glass I looked. From the other side, It-the Mirror looked back at me.
A single snowflake
A single snowflake
A single snowflake fell on my nose and
Made my body tingle with joy.
The snowflake felt light and fuzzy,
It was like a feather, light and tender.
A single snowflake fell and it
Began snowing slowly.
It was a shower of cotton candy,
Except it was watery and cold.
The ground seemed happy to feel covered
By the white surface of snowflakes.It was the perfect blanket to keep the ground warm.
A single snowflake fell on my nose and
Made my body tingle with joy.
The snowflake felt light and fuzzy,
It was like a feather, light and tender.
A single snowflake fell and it
Began snowing slowly.
It was a shower of cotton candy,
Except it was watery and cold.
The ground seemed happy to feel covered
By the white surface of snowflakes.It was the perfect blanket to keep the ground warm.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
“You”
You might shoot me with your words
You might cut me with your eyes
You might kill me with hatefulness
You might ignore me
When you see me
And one day you might regret
You might forget all the good times
We had together
For me were the most amazing days
Of my life
You might forget me in a couple of days
And I might take decades
Because you’re the love of my life
And you will always be
But I don’t forget how you threat me
Your bad words
Your false heart
But one day I will rise again
And be someone knew
That wont fall in love again…
You might shoot me with your words
You might cut me with your eyes
You might kill me with hatefulness
You might ignore me
When you see me
And one day you might regret
You might forget all the good times
We had together
For me were the most amazing days
Of my life
You might forget me in a couple of days
And I might take decades
Because you’re the love of my life
And you will always be
But I don’t forget how you threat me
Your bad words
Your false heart
But one day I will rise again
And be someone knew
That wont fall in love again…
Why?!
Why did you tell me I love you?
If you really meant it
Why did you gave me your false love
Your false kisses and hugs
Your false feelings
Why did you let me fall in love?
If I was a toy for you
Why did you tell me?
You’re the love of my life
If it was all lies
Why did you offered me part of your time
If you just wanted to play with me
Why did you used me if my feelings were sincere
Why did you played with me?
If I learned to love you
Why did you do this to me?
But by the time you regret
I would be happy with someone
And would feel sorry for you
I would be another toy
For another guy
But not a simple toy
An expensive one
That you didn’t know how to handle…
Why did you tell me I love you?
If you really meant it
Why did you gave me your false love
Your false kisses and hugs
Your false feelings
Why did you let me fall in love?
If I was a toy for you
Why did you tell me?
You’re the love of my life
If it was all lies
Why did you offered me part of your time
If you just wanted to play with me
Why did you used me if my feelings were sincere
Why did you played with me?
If I learned to love you
Why did you do this to me?
But by the time you regret
I would be happy with someone
And would feel sorry for you
I would be another toy
For another guy
But not a simple toy
An expensive one
That you didn’t know how to handle…
Where I’m From
I am from the Mexico
From mom and dad
I am from the pueblo from
(The little houses, mountains it tasted like dirt)
I am from the mountains
The fresh air
Who’s the flowers I remember
As if it was me
I am from the beautiful sun
From the sunset and clouds
I am from the houses and the music
I am from music with feelings and rhythm
I am from the food and taste
The taste I could not forget
From the beautiful smell of hot cocoa
That I could smell as soon as woke up
I am from my Mexico
That I would never change For anything
I am from the Mexico
From mom and dad
I am from the pueblo from
(The little houses, mountains it tasted like dirt)
I am from the mountains
The fresh air
Who’s the flowers I remember
As if it was me
I am from the beautiful sun
From the sunset and clouds
I am from the houses and the music
I am from music with feelings and rhythm
I am from the food and taste
The taste I could not forget
From the beautiful smell of hot cocoa
That I could smell as soon as woke up
I am from my Mexico
That I would never change For anything
What a friend is…
A friend is someone you trust
Someone that helps you when you have problems
Someone that when you cry or laugh
Is always there by your side
Someone you tell all your secrets to
Someone that gives you advise if what your doing is wrong or right
Someone you should thank for being there for you
Someone you should never exchange for another person
This is what a best friend is…
A friend is someone you trust
Someone that helps you when you have problems
Someone that when you cry or laugh
Is always there by your side
Someone you tell all your secrets to
Someone that gives you advise if what your doing is wrong or right
Someone you should thank for being there for you
Someone you should never exchange for another person
This is what a best friend is…
“School Poem”
Big buildings, tall tree
A marquee with words on it
Sidney Lanier High School
Was the name if this building
Light colors
Beautiful green bushes that surrounded
The entire building.
The sidewalk that took me to the front
Of the main office
The place that made me feel comfortable
Since the first step
A tall building surrounded with big murals
Those made the school look pretty
Murals that were painted by their own students
What a magnificent thing
Students turned into artist
The courtyard
Amazing tall threes
That were widely open with tons of leaves
A calm silence
That was bothered by the little birds
Lots of classrooms that were filled
With all kinds of student
Hallways, students walking around the school
All kinds of things going on in their heads
More tall threes
They look like palms
This picture made people feel happy
Because it lighted their life’s with
Clear colors
Plants that were about to bloom
The second floor
Took students to see the school
From another perspective
Birdies hiding inside of the buildings
Scare of their own problems
Flags that were hang in the walls
All kinds of them
It represented all the different students cultures
Proud ness is what I feel about my fantasticLanier High School
Big buildings, tall tree
A marquee with words on it
Sidney Lanier High School
Was the name if this building
Light colors
Beautiful green bushes that surrounded
The entire building.
The sidewalk that took me to the front
Of the main office
The place that made me feel comfortable
Since the first step
A tall building surrounded with big murals
Those made the school look pretty
Murals that were painted by their own students
What a magnificent thing
Students turned into artist
The courtyard
Amazing tall threes
That were widely open with tons of leaves
A calm silence
That was bothered by the little birds
Lots of classrooms that were filled
With all kinds of student
Hallways, students walking around the school
All kinds of things going on in their heads
More tall threes
They look like palms
This picture made people feel happy
Because it lighted their life’s with
Clear colors
Plants that were about to bloom
The second floor
Took students to see the school
From another perspective
Birdies hiding inside of the buildings
Scare of their own problems
Flags that were hang in the walls
All kinds of them
It represented all the different students cultures
Proud ness is what I feel about my fantasticLanier High School
“Never”
I never stopped loving you
I just stopped showing it
Never say I love you
If you really don’t mean it
Never talk about feelings
If they aren’t really there
Never hold my hand
If you are going to break my heart
Never say you going to…
If you don’t plan to start
Never look into my eyes
If all you do is lie
Never say hi
If you really mean good bye
If you mean forever than
Say you will try
Never say forever Because forever makes me cry
I never stopped loving you
I just stopped showing it
Never say I love you
If you really don’t mean it
Never talk about feelings
If they aren’t really there
Never hold my hand
If you are going to break my heart
Never say you going to…
If you don’t plan to start
Never look into my eyes
If all you do is lie
Never say hi
If you really mean good bye
If you mean forever than
Say you will try
Never say forever Because forever makes me cry
“My Room”
My room is where I go when I am sad
And also scared and mad
It’s my beautiful place
It’s quiet and calm
I go there when I am confused
And think about all of my problems
I crawl under my covers and hug my teddy bear
I start to cry
Is the only way I get my feelings out
Of my heart
I make up my mind
Of what I am going to do next
On my life
My room is my only friend
I yelled, run and sing
And it doesn’t get mad
This is why I love my roomAnd I would never change it
My room is where I go when I am sad
And also scared and mad
It’s my beautiful place
It’s quiet and calm
I go there when I am confused
And think about all of my problems
I crawl under my covers and hug my teddy bear
I start to cry
Is the only way I get my feelings out
Of my heart
I make up my mind
Of what I am going to do next
On my life
My room is my only friend
I yelled, run and sing
And it doesn’t get mad
This is why I love my roomAnd I would never change it
“Mom”
Mom you’re the most beautiful person I know
I can talk to you when I want
And you’re always there to listen
When I am sad or depressed
You’re always there
To take care of me
When I have problems
You try to help me
But sometimes it doesn’t work
I know that sometimes you get mad
And you don’t talk to me
But I know that is for my good
But I don’t know
How but you figure out a way
To always help me
And you solve my problems
I don’t know what I would do
If you weren’t always by my side
I would be a completely different person
That’s why I love you
And thank you for always being By my side
Mom you’re the most beautiful person I know
I can talk to you when I want
And you’re always there to listen
When I am sad or depressed
You’re always there
To take care of me
When I have problems
You try to help me
But sometimes it doesn’t work
I know that sometimes you get mad
And you don’t talk to me
But I know that is for my good
But I don’t know
How but you figure out a way
To always help me
And you solve my problems
I don’t know what I would do
If you weren’t always by my side
I would be a completely different person
That’s why I love you
And thank you for always being By my side
“I remember”
I remember when you told me that you love me
I thought your words were true
I remember when your hands where touching my face
And your lips where kissing me
I remember when you’re left me
My heart stop beating
And I dint know what to do
Know all I can do is forget
All about you
And start a knew life away from youThe farthest distance from you
I remember when you told me that you love me
I thought your words were true
I remember when your hands where touching my face
And your lips where kissing me
I remember when you’re left me
My heart stop beating
And I dint know what to do
Know all I can do is forget
All about you
And start a knew life away from youThe farthest distance from you
LOVE YOU!!!
I love you is what I herd
From your delicate lips
Your big hugs that used to be an amazing thing for me
Your phases that you shared with me
You’re the love of my life
You’re my princess, I love you, and I don’t want to loose you
These phases that drove me crazy most of the time
But I didn’t know that they weren’t for me
That they were borrowed for not a long time
Until you got tired of me
I was blind in those days
How couldn’t I notice?
What you were doing to me
Until someone open my eyes in front of you
You looked happy is all remember
Sitting next to a girl and hugging her
Probably telling her the same things
You told me
Telling her your supposedly love
But why?
What did I do to deserve this?
I used to do anything for you
Anything, but you didn’t care
I don’t regret being you and giving you my love
Because I felt happy and its all that matter
You broke my heart in 100 pieces
I cry for you, but I told my self
You’re not worth it
To be crying for you
That change me for a worst thing…
I love you is what I herd
From your delicate lips
Your big hugs that used to be an amazing thing for me
Your phases that you shared with me
You’re the love of my life
You’re my princess, I love you, and I don’t want to loose you
These phases that drove me crazy most of the time
But I didn’t know that they weren’t for me
That they were borrowed for not a long time
Until you got tired of me
I was blind in those days
How couldn’t I notice?
What you were doing to me
Until someone open my eyes in front of you
You looked happy is all remember
Sitting next to a girl and hugging her
Probably telling her the same things
You told me
Telling her your supposedly love
But why?
What did I do to deserve this?
I used to do anything for you
Anything, but you didn’t care
I don’t regret being you and giving you my love
Because I felt happy and its all that matter
You broke my heart in 100 pieces
I cry for you, but I told my self
You’re not worth it
To be crying for you
That change me for a worst thing…
“I Am what I am”
I am what I am
A sweet, smart and sensible girl
Also shy and determined
Nobody is like me
They might try but they cant
I’m the only one
STRONG, SEXY, and SENTIMENTAL
These words describe me very well
Strength because of the big red heart that I have
Sexy because of all that I have on me
And sentimental because of my tears dropping down my face…
I am what I am
A tall skinny girl with dark brown eyes dark as chocolate
Beautiful smile
And with sparkly diamonds eyes
I am what I am because of where I am from
Michoacan Mexico,
Where every one is nice to each other
And where I use to run down the hall
When I smell the good atole that my abuela made.
A place where you would never get lost.
I am what I am
A Latina spoiled girl
A girl that every wants to have by their side
I am just what I amIs all about me.
I am what I am
A sweet, smart and sensible girl
Also shy and determined
Nobody is like me
They might try but they cant
I’m the only one
STRONG, SEXY, and SENTIMENTAL
These words describe me very well
Strength because of the big red heart that I have
Sexy because of all that I have on me
And sentimental because of my tears dropping down my face…
I am what I am
A tall skinny girl with dark brown eyes dark as chocolate
Beautiful smile
And with sparkly diamonds eyes
I am what I am because of where I am from
Michoacan Mexico,
Where every one is nice to each other
And where I use to run down the hall
When I smell the good atole that my abuela made.
A place where you would never get lost.
I am what I am
A Latina spoiled girl
A girl that every wants to have by their side
I am just what I amIs all about me.
"Dad"
“Dad”
Dad you tell I am a bad daughter
You tell me you’re disappointed of me
You might regret being my father
I know I am not a perfect daughter
But I am part of you
I have part of you blood on me
I have feelings to
You tell me I don’t deserve
Anything you give me
That it would be better
If I was dead
You don’t know how much
Your words hurt me
But I think you don’t care about it
I hope your words are lies
And you’re not serious
Because no matter what
I am still your daughter
I would like to be the perfect daughter
That you want
I would try my best
To do it
As long as you don’t tell me this wordsThat hurt me so much inside my heart…
Dad you tell I am a bad daughter
You tell me you’re disappointed of me
You might regret being my father
I know I am not a perfect daughter
But I am part of you
I have part of you blood on me
I have feelings to
You tell me I don’t deserve
Anything you give me
That it would be better
If I was dead
You don’t know how much
Your words hurt me
But I think you don’t care about it
I hope your words are lies
And you’re not serious
Because no matter what
I am still your daughter
I would like to be the perfect daughter
That you want
I would try my best
To do it
As long as you don’t tell me this wordsThat hurt me so much inside my heart…
I LOVE YOU!!!
We sit side by side
I stare at you
I smile at you
I love the way you look at me
Glad for your presence
Hoping you’ll see me again and give me
A smile
Your radiant lips spoke softly to me
I love the way your radiant lips spoke to me
I love the way your voice sounds
When you say I LOVE YOU!!!
The sweetness in your voice vibrates
Inside my soul
Everything you say does no bother me
I have space in my heart for you
Let me share you my love
Because you’re the only one
That is allowed to be inside
Just as long as you believe in me
It’s all because of you that my dream came true
If I have to choose between breathing
And loosing you I would use my last breath
To say I LOVE YOU!!!
And I wrote your name in my heart and
Forever it will stay…
I stare at you
I smile at you
I love the way you look at me
Glad for your presence
Hoping you’ll see me again and give me
A smile
Your radiant lips spoke softly to me
I love the way your radiant lips spoke to me
I love the way your voice sounds
When you say I LOVE YOU!!!
The sweetness in your voice vibrates
Inside my soul
Everything you say does no bother me
I have space in my heart for you
Let me share you my love
Because you’re the only one
That is allowed to be inside
Just as long as you believe in me
It’s all because of you that my dream came true
If I have to choose between breathing
And loosing you I would use my last breath
To say I LOVE YOU!!!
And I wrote your name in my heart and
Forever it will stay…
Publication Options
Viking Writers--
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http://fictionwriting.about.com/od/thebusinessofwriting/tp/Teen-Publications.htm
Here are several more links:
Publications that Publish Student Writing, Poetry, and Art
Stone Soup: the magazine by young writers and artists is unique among children’s magazines — it’s the only magazine made up entirely of the creative work of children. Young people from all over the world contribute their stories, poems, book reviews, and art work to Stone Soup. At first, it’s hard to believe 8- to 13-year-olds can create such engrossing stories, evocative poems, and gorgeous illustrations. But as regular readers of Stone Soup know — they can! [I have used Stone Soup and it’s one of the very best. You and your students will be inspired and moved by their published authors and artists.]
Merlyn’s Pen: Fiction, Essays, and Poems by America’s Teens is perhaps the oldest of all publishers devoted exclusively to teens in grades 6-12. [Merlyn's Pen, Inc. is in the process of reorganizing as a nonprofit foundation: the Merlyn’s Pen Foundation. Their mission is to build a vast and friendly library of the great works by teens written in the last twenty years. The library, open all day and night, and free to teachers, librarians, kids, and anyone interested in the lives of teens, will never close. It is online, which means it’s on every teacher’s desk, on every young writer's laptop.
Works at their library will often be beautifully illustrated, appearing exactly as they did when first printed in Merlyn’s Pen magazine. Even the design and typography of the poems has been reworked for viewing online and printing out at home. But best of all, any teacher anywhere can use the powerful search index to find exactly the right piece for her purposes: teachers in New York can locate in mere seconds 50 poems by top New York student writers. A seventh grade teacher attempting to teach the difficult art of character development in fiction, can locate—in the time it takes to take a sip of coffee—25 stories noted for their exquisite character development, and all written by seventh graders just like her own!]
Skipping Stones is a nonprofit children’s magazine that encourages cooperation, creativity and celebration of cultural and environmental richness. Skipping Stones is an award-winning resource in multicultural education. Skipping Stones publishes bimonthly during the school year, which accepts art and original writings in every language and from all ages. Its staff invites you to participate in this exciting project with your submissions, subscriptions, suggestions and support. Non-English writings are accompanied by English translations to encourage the learning of other languages. Each issue also contains international pen pals, book reviews, news, and a guide for parents and teachers. The guide offers creative activities and resources for making best use of Skipping Stones in your home or classroom. [This is a truly an essential reader for teachers looking outward and wanting to open their students to the world and its many cultures. The student samples on the site are first-rate, must reads to be shared with students.]
Potluck Children’s Literary Magazine: The Magazine for the Serious Young Writer is intended for writers in ages between 8-16 who fill each issue with their poems, short stories, fables, and book reviews.)
Potato Hill Poetry is a bimonthly magazine, except July and August, for teachers and students K-12. They publish poems written by students along with writing exercises, interviews with poets, book reviews, contests, and other poetry related material. Its staff is also interested in submissions of cartoons, writing exercises, artwork (black ink on plain white paper), essays on the writing process, and black and white photographs.
Teen Voices is the magazine written by, for, and about teenage and young adult women, ages thirteen to nineteen. Regular features include: Family, Health, Arts and Culture (music, web, and book reviews), an advice column, and creative writing. This magazine honors young women’s potential as leaders.)
TeenInk is a national magazine, book, and web site featuring teen writing, information, art, photos, poetry, teen issues, and more. All articles are written by teenage authors.)
The Claremont Review: The Best International Magazine to Showcase Young Adult Writers. The editors are looking to publish exemplary fiction and poetry by young authors between 13 and 19 years of age. They publish those slice-of-life stories that also focus on language and character, not simply plot-driven stories. Prefer free-verse, non rhyming poetry.
The Concord Review (A quarterly journal of exemplary history essays by high school students. Editors ask that students submit essays approximately 5,000 words in length.)
The Writer’s Slate comes out three times a year and publishes original poetry, exposition, and narration from students enrolled in kindergarten through twelfth grade.)
Writes of Passage: The Literary Journal for Teenagers is a literary journal published twice a year containing the poems and short stories of teens nationwide as well as special features offering insight into writing by established authors.)
YO! Youth Outlook: The World through Young People’s Eyes is a monthly newspaper by and about young people, which also syndicates articles to newspapers across the U.S. YO! Connects young people with each other and gives adults a window into the constantly changing cultures of youth.)
Blue Jean Magazine is an alternative to the glamour and beauty magazines targeting teen girls. It is the only magazine written and edited by young women around the world between the ages of 13 and 19. They publish teen fiction, poetry, art, commentary and nonfiction works. Its mission is to publish what young women are thinking, saying, and doing.
New Moon: The Magazine for Girls and Their DreamsNew Moon is the magazine created by girls for all girls who want their voices heard and their dreams taken seriously. It’s completely edited by a Girls Editorial Board (sixteen girls ages 8 to 14).
Kids on the Net. They publish tens of thousands of young writers from all over the world, focus on developing writing (and reading) and have a particular specialism in developing writing specifically for the Internet, with our collaborative projects and hypertext possibilities. They also support teachers and others who work with kids including librarians and children’s writers. [After I visited this site, I wanted to show it to my sons.]
Here is a list of websites that accept submissions of teen work.
http://fictionwriting.about.com/od/thebusinessofwriting/tp/Teen-Publications.htm
Here are several more links:
Publications that Publish Student Writing, Poetry, and Art
Stone Soup: the magazine by young writers and artists is unique among children’s magazines — it’s the only magazine made up entirely of the creative work of children. Young people from all over the world contribute their stories, poems, book reviews, and art work to Stone Soup. At first, it’s hard to believe 8- to 13-year-olds can create such engrossing stories, evocative poems, and gorgeous illustrations. But as regular readers of Stone Soup know — they can! [I have used Stone Soup and it’s one of the very best. You and your students will be inspired and moved by their published authors and artists.]
Merlyn’s Pen: Fiction, Essays, and Poems by America’s Teens is perhaps the oldest of all publishers devoted exclusively to teens in grades 6-12. [Merlyn's Pen, Inc. is in the process of reorganizing as a nonprofit foundation: the Merlyn’s Pen Foundation. Their mission is to build a vast and friendly library of the great works by teens written in the last twenty years. The library, open all day and night, and free to teachers, librarians, kids, and anyone interested in the lives of teens, will never close. It is online, which means it’s on every teacher’s desk, on every young writer's laptop.
Works at their library will often be beautifully illustrated, appearing exactly as they did when first printed in Merlyn’s Pen magazine. Even the design and typography of the poems has been reworked for viewing online and printing out at home. But best of all, any teacher anywhere can use the powerful search index to find exactly the right piece for her purposes: teachers in New York can locate in mere seconds 50 poems by top New York student writers. A seventh grade teacher attempting to teach the difficult art of character development in fiction, can locate—in the time it takes to take a sip of coffee—25 stories noted for their exquisite character development, and all written by seventh graders just like her own!]
Skipping Stones is a nonprofit children’s magazine that encourages cooperation, creativity and celebration of cultural and environmental richness. Skipping Stones is an award-winning resource in multicultural education. Skipping Stones publishes bimonthly during the school year, which accepts art and original writings in every language and from all ages. Its staff invites you to participate in this exciting project with your submissions, subscriptions, suggestions and support. Non-English writings are accompanied by English translations to encourage the learning of other languages. Each issue also contains international pen pals, book reviews, news, and a guide for parents and teachers. The guide offers creative activities and resources for making best use of Skipping Stones in your home or classroom. [This is a truly an essential reader for teachers looking outward and wanting to open their students to the world and its many cultures. The student samples on the site are first-rate, must reads to be shared with students.]
Potluck Children’s Literary Magazine: The Magazine for the Serious Young Writer is intended for writers in ages between 8-16 who fill each issue with their poems, short stories, fables, and book reviews.)
Potato Hill Poetry is a bimonthly magazine, except July and August, for teachers and students K-12. They publish poems written by students along with writing exercises, interviews with poets, book reviews, contests, and other poetry related material. Its staff is also interested in submissions of cartoons, writing exercises, artwork (black ink on plain white paper), essays on the writing process, and black and white photographs.
Teen Voices is the magazine written by, for, and about teenage and young adult women, ages thirteen to nineteen. Regular features include: Family, Health, Arts and Culture (music, web, and book reviews), an advice column, and creative writing. This magazine honors young women’s potential as leaders.)
TeenInk is a national magazine, book, and web site featuring teen writing, information, art, photos, poetry, teen issues, and more. All articles are written by teenage authors.)
The Claremont Review: The Best International Magazine to Showcase Young Adult Writers. The editors are looking to publish exemplary fiction and poetry by young authors between 13 and 19 years of age. They publish those slice-of-life stories that also focus on language and character, not simply plot-driven stories. Prefer free-verse, non rhyming poetry.
The Concord Review (A quarterly journal of exemplary history essays by high school students. Editors ask that students submit essays approximately 5,000 words in length.)
The Writer’s Slate comes out three times a year and publishes original poetry, exposition, and narration from students enrolled in kindergarten through twelfth grade.)
Writes of Passage: The Literary Journal for Teenagers is a literary journal published twice a year containing the poems and short stories of teens nationwide as well as special features offering insight into writing by established authors.)
YO! Youth Outlook: The World through Young People’s Eyes is a monthly newspaper by and about young people, which also syndicates articles to newspapers across the U.S. YO! Connects young people with each other and gives adults a window into the constantly changing cultures of youth.)
Blue Jean Magazine is an alternative to the glamour and beauty magazines targeting teen girls. It is the only magazine written and edited by young women around the world between the ages of 13 and 19. They publish teen fiction, poetry, art, commentary and nonfiction works. Its mission is to publish what young women are thinking, saying, and doing.
New Moon: The Magazine for Girls and Their DreamsNew Moon is the magazine created by girls for all girls who want their voices heard and their dreams taken seriously. It’s completely edited by a Girls Editorial Board (sixteen girls ages 8 to 14).
Kids on the Net. They publish tens of thousands of young writers from all over the world, focus on developing writing (and reading) and have a particular specialism in developing writing specifically for the Internet, with our collaborative projects and hypertext possibilities. They also support teachers and others who work with kids including librarians and children’s writers. [After I visited this site, I wanted to show it to my sons.]
my thoughts
My thoughts
My friends look at my school differently
They see it as ghetto
I see beauty and uniqueness
The gold and blacks color all over the school shows our spirits
The sun that shines through the openings in the courtyard
And when it rains we run out and dance beneath it
The trees all around the school changing from bright greens to rusty reds
Yeah we have little things like tagging that can’t be removed but that’s everywhere
People think its dangerous here
But how because we have cops
No that’s just to make sure everyone is safe
Because the world is a dangerous place
Teachers are always there to listen
They wouldn’t be here if they didn’t care
For all you people that judge Lanier you don’t go here you just listen to what you here aroundWe are a lot better than that
My friends look at my school differently
They see it as ghetto
I see beauty and uniqueness
The gold and blacks color all over the school shows our spirits
The sun that shines through the openings in the courtyard
And when it rains we run out and dance beneath it
The trees all around the school changing from bright greens to rusty reds
Yeah we have little things like tagging that can’t be removed but that’s everywhere
People think its dangerous here
But how because we have cops
No that’s just to make sure everyone is safe
Because the world is a dangerous place
Teachers are always there to listen
They wouldn’t be here if they didn’t care
For all you people that judge Lanier you don’t go here you just listen to what you here aroundWe are a lot better than that
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