Pegasus Magazine 2013

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PEGASUSA literary magazine by the students of Anatolia College,

Thessaloniki, Greece2013

The Pegasus Club

Contributors

Stamatina Asprodini, Class of 2017Domniki Athanasiadou, Class of 2013

Stefania Avramidi, Class of 2015Stelios Chissias, Class of 2015


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Theodore Dodoussis, Class of 2013

Chris Edremitoglou, Class of 2017

Helen Gemintzi, Class of 2015

Margarita Cleo Giannasidou, Class of

2015Elena Iatropoulou, Class of 2015

Labros Kaliakatsos, Class of 2017

Eli Eleni Konstantinidou, Class of 2017

Panagiota Konstantinou, Class of 2017

George Ktenidis, Class of 2017

Anastasia Lalioti, Class of 2017

Celia Liatsi, Class of 2017

Vaggelis Lioggos, Class of 2017

Kiveli Lioliou, Class of 2015

Ifigenia Moumtzi, Class of 2017

Victor Moyssis, Class of 2015

Stavroula-Eleni Mourmoura, Class of

2017

George Orfanidis, Class of 2018

Ariadne Papadopoulou, Class of 2018

Mariliana Papanikolaou, Class of 2017Magda Petmeza, Class of 2018

Dimitris Petmezris, Class of 2015

Nikos Samaras, Class of 2017

Artemis Sartzetakis, Class of 2017

Alexandra Stefanou, Class of 2017

John Takis, Class of 2013

Nikos Topouzis, Class of 2017

Aggeliki Tsolaki, Class of 2013

Vasilis Vamvakas, Class of 2018

Dimitris Vasiliadis, Class of 2017

Paraskevi Vryza, Class of 2017

Tassos Xenakis, Class of 2015

Faculty AdvisorMs Ioanna Lymbou

We are grateful to the following teachers in the English Department for their

contributions: Ms Katie Koliais, Ms Rachel OConnor and Ms Raylene Scott.


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CONTENTS

Atlantis .. Mariliana Papanikolaou, Class of 2017 page 4

Khwab Dimitris Petmezris, Class of 2015 page 4

Glass Wall Pure Tranquility . Theodore Dodoussis, Class of 2013 . page 5

Sleep .. Celia Liatsi, Class of 2017 page 6

Sleeping Beauty Aggeliki Tsolaki, Class of 2013 . page 6

A Sleeping Lady .. Kiveli Lioliou, Class of 2015 .. page 7

Feathers - At Discord Theodore Dodoussis, Class of 2013 .. page 7

Door 108 . Helen Gemintzi, Class of 2015 . page 8

Amnesia Helen Gemintzi, Class of 2015 . page 8

Spiral .. Margarita Cleo Giannasidou, Class of 2015 .. page 9

Walking Corpse Victor Moyssis, Class of 2015 page 9

Anti-War Scream . Victor Moyssis and Tassos Xenakis, Class of 2015 page 11

The Hope Poem .. Celia Liatsi, Class of 2017 page 11

Birth and Death Stamatina Asprodini, Class of 2017 page 12

Lack of Color . Helen Gemintzi, Class of 2015 . page 12

Tomato Soup . Alexandra Stefanou, Class of 2017 . page 14

Stress .. Celia Liatsi, Class of 2017 page 15

Smoke Celia Liatsi, Class of 2017 page 15

The Dark Side of the Moon .. Margarita Cleo Giannasidou, Class of 2015 .. page 16

Golden Tea . Margarita Cleo Giannasidou, Class of 2015 .. page 18

Dare . Ifigenia Moumtzi, Class of 2017 .. page 19

Drugs .. Celia Liatsi, Class of 2017 page 20

Life .. Celia Liatsi, Class of 2017 page 20

A Treasure Hunt . Ifigenia Moumtzi, Class of 2017 .. page 21

A Bird of Prey. George Orfanidis, Class of 2018 .. page 21

Sowing Love Paraskevi Vryza, Class of 2017 .. page 22

I Look at the Snow . Elena Iatropoulou, Class of 2015 . page 22

Child of the Vineyard George Ktenidis, Class of 2017 . page 24

The Rose . Panagiota Konstantinou, Class of 2017 . page 24

The Dead Leaf . Aggeliki Tsolaki, Class of 2013 . page 24

The Leaf .. John Takis, Class of 2013 . page 25

Berry .. Dimitris Petmezris, Class of 2015 . page 26

Berry Candy Kiveli Lioliou, Class of 2015 page 26Deception Stelios Chissias, Class of 2015 page 26

Colors Vaggelis Lioggos, Class of 2017 . page 28

Colors Vaggelis Lioggos, Class of 2017 . page 28

The Blue Planet .. Celia Liatsi, Class of 2017 . page 29

Life .. Celia Liatsi, Class of 2017 . page 29

The Box of Thought . Eli Eleni Konstantinidou, Class of 2017 page 30

A Moment .. Magda Petmeza, Class of 2018 .. page 30

The Brown Box Nikos Samaras, Class of 2017 page 31

Music .. Elena Iatropoulou, Class of 2015 . page 32

Sundays . Celia Liatsi, Class of 2017 . page 32

En Route .. Nikos Topouzis, Class of 2017 .. page 34

The Ship of Friendship . Chris Edremitoglou, Class of 2017 .. page 34

The Football Game ... Labros Kaliakatsos, Class of 2017 page 35

Being Misjudged .. Dimitris Vasiliadis, Class of 2017 . page 36Perfectly Empty . Ariadne Papadopoulou, Class of 2018 . page 37

Headache . Elena Iatropoulou, Class of 2015 page 38

Excuses .. George Ktenidis, Class of 2017 . page 39

School Life . Celia Liatsi, Class of 2017 page 39

The Worlds Biggest Dreamer . Anastasia Lalioti, Class of 2017 . page 40

Making a Dream Come True Stavroula-Eleni Mourmoura, Class of 2017 page 40

Thinking Magda Petmeza, Class of 2018 .. page 40

My Dads Trip Magda Petmeza, Class of 2018 .. page 41

My Meditation Alexandra Stefanou, Class of 2017 .. page 42

Meditation Artemis Sartzetakis, Class of 2017 page 42

How Will I Ever Know? - The Road to Joy .. Theodore Dodoussis, Class of 2013 page 43

The Little Girl and the Tree .. Magda Petmeza, Class of 2018 and Stefania Avramidi, Year 2015 .. page 44

The Witchs House .Vasilis Vamvakas, Class of 2018 page 49


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ILLUSTRATORS

Stamatina Asprodini, Class of 2017

.. page 12

Domniki Athanasiadou, Class of 2013

.. Cover, page 1, page 10 & 11, page 15 & 19, page 23, page 24, page 25, page 29, page 30

& 31, page 35, page 37 & 36, page 38 and page 50Stefania Avramidi, Class of 2015

.. page 13, page 27, page 32 & 33 and pages 44-48


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Atlantis

A magical land under the sea,

The waves will help me return.

Many have tried,

But now theyre tired,

And tied to their ships.

Only to be found,

In the depths of the sea.

Mariliana Papanikolaou, Class of 2017

Khwab

Climbing up Mount Olympus

I met Zeus and his elevenBrothers and Sisters.

They welcomed me and gave me food and water.

We sat together looking at the suns rays.

Panas was playing the harp,

Dionisos was playing the bouzouki and the rest of us sang.

Greeks are so friendly.

The very next moment I found myself on a boat,

Feeling like cunning Odyseus,

Trying to reach my second destination,

Crete.

What a beautiful island!

Green as a leaf of a tree,

Full of liveliness and color.

Travelling through the woods,

I keep encountering its beauty.

Mother Earth is inviting me to stay here forever.

At the end of the forest

A group of Cretans dressed in black ask me to join their glenti.

We drank raki, tsipouro and sang traditional Cretan songs.

Relishing in the nectar of the gods.


Glass Wall~Pure Tranquility~


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Hold on

As we glide through

The kingdoms of this

Second World

A land of fallen angels

And halcyon days

Of distant yearsWhere the sunset hides

And shadows of the past array

Fly away

Into the unknown

Youll see the world

Through eyes up above

And youll find me

When the ocean

Is on fire

Remembering

The times when I was king

But now Ive strolled away

In this world of clay

Am I bound to stay?

Smiles glimmer away

And I can see their light

Through a blurry Glass Wall

Broken a million times, still

I cant stand to see the fall.

Close your eyes and fly

And now I stroll alone

This world is my home

In pure Tranquility

We drift into sleep

And faint smiles greet our

Dreams through this

Eternal Glass Wall

Broken million times, it will

Never cease to guard us all.Close your eyes and fly



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SleepYou have to sleep

fall into it really, really deep

Let yourself dream

and never dare to scream

Your eyes will slowly close

and your thoughts will temporarily be paused

Your mind will be free

and ready to flee

Forget your concerns,

get ready to escape

Have infinite dreams

it feels like eating many ice-creams.

Never allow anyone to wake you up

until your sleeping time is up.


Sleeping Beauty

Once upon a time,

There was a muse lying in my garden.

Lady Nature was green and slender but icy cold too.

I dont really remember how many centuries have passed by

Since she drank the blissful poison, the bitter elixir of life.

So now the giant fairy is buried in the wise woods,

Hidden from darkness, hatred and war.

Shes resting in peace and love now

And waiting for the day to come

When the skies will open and her savior will wake her up.

That will be the victorious moment that shell emerge againAnd open her wings and wander around

While the whole earth trembles at her feet.

She will mourn and weep for the hundreds who were lost.

Shell restore the harmony and bring the colors back.

Dancing on her tiptoes and singing with a crystal clear voice,

The fairytale will end

As the new world is born again with her magic spell

When her lips blossom again.


A Sleeping Lady


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She lay there for a minute, just to rest

And the years passed by.

Her golden hair turned into grass.

Her body became one with the ground.

And the lady didnt wake up.

So many things still need to be said.Things I havent mentioned.

Where do I begin?

I am sure our world would seem so strange in her eyes:

So much hate, so much war, everything is so rushed.

Perhaps its better to leave her there,

Untainted and unharmed.

A sleeping lady, a gentle giant.

Kiveli Lioliou, Class of 2015 Feathers

~At Discord~

The sound of your sweet voice

Awakes every sin

And then its just static noise

That scars and burns my skin

All those wasted feelings

The price to pay for a desire

So carry on your killings

And never, never light my fire

Far away from me

Are snakes that bear the fruits of lightIts getting dark and lonely

I need feathers to grant me life

I stop at every page

Remembering that feeling

I never knew any rage

Only At Discord do I kneel

I scream it isnt fair

And lose the race again

I tear out my heart in despair

And I throw it at your face

Far away from meAre snakes that bear the fruits of light

Its getting dark and lonely

I need feathers to grant me life

The burden wounds my soul

I dont know what Im looking for

And so a theme I compose

A soothing tune for my woes

For that weeping dancer

A riddle I cant answer

But I hope one day I do

And then Ill laugh and hope that you will too.



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Door 108

It was winter, I remember

It never ended, not for her

She watched snowflakes

Land on the vines of warm SeptemberShe watched them dance

Move in circles, and never melt.

Four walls are closing in on her.

Whiter than her pale skin

Its bruised now

The color of lavender.

Shes never awake, yet never asleep

Shes eternally lost somewhere in between

The arrows of a broken clock

Its reminiscent of a midnight so many Decembers ago

Sing, sing my dear!

Spring has come, doves return

Tell me who lives in this body

The body which you have left?

For it is not you staring at the void

For it is not you standing so still.

Find your way through your personal winter

Follow my voice, walk to me

Lets pretend that we dont know this:

That humans die when patients live.


Amnesia

The road lies before me

Moves like waves, were the fish.

I can swim but I choose to sleep.

In my dreams paths unexplored

An unfamiliar destination, yet its home.

But Im a homeless shadow under the new Sun

In shapeless skin, please, leave me aloneI have no bones. I am free

Im a creature of the sky

A sky of liquid gold, where I belong

Show me a world that I already know

Teach me the road which countless times

I have walked upon. Now I fly.

And the road comes closer

And I remember

Black



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Spiral

Taking a moment to think,

Im losing Myself in a spiral,

Climbing high and getting higher,

Meeting spirits lost long ago,Im finally Me.

Frozen in time,

Frozen on spot,

the Me got its dust

and got caught.

But Me is in denial,

And soon sent on trial,

for the things that Me hoped,

are prohibited and cropped.

Taking a moment to think,

Im losing Me in the spiral,

In equilibrium between stopping Me or breathing,

Stumbling downwards and wanting to scream,

Double-edged dire doubts, torrid tremors,

the aisle has started to get odd,

Oh my, Me is full of blood.

Rumors have it Mes now a spirit,One of the many lost in that spiral.

Soon another Myself will climb,

Crossing hazardous hallways,

To sentence another Me,

without really giving a toss; as always.

Margarita Cleo Giannasidou, Class of 2015

Walking Corpse

A walking corpse, the living dead

Don't remember the last time that I bled

Just a body with no feelings inside

Without the feel of love and without my pride

There is no point in living just to live

When the love youre getting is so much less than the love you give

I know I breathe, but does my heart truly beat?

No moment again in my life can be swell.

I need someone to erase the painTo make me joyful once again


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Im so lonely in my mind

With no one left for me to find

Victor Moyssis, Class of 2015


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Anti-War Scream

As the war goes on and the years go by

We can wave ourselves goodbye

And you see your people mourn

For there are more people dead than there are born

You pull the trigger and people die

All these corpses are not a lie

You walk around armed with that gun

Killing people just for fun

You used to be a man whod sing and dance

But now youve got blood on your hands

War changes a person, at least thats what I see

But maybe we can fix this, maybe you and me

Stop the war, at least just try.

Do you like seeing your people die?

This sight is awful, I cannot lie

But when theres no one left to blame,

And no one to recall your name

You realize war is not a game

Down in the trenches

Listening to machine guns shoot

You cant wait any longer

For that moment when youll take off that suit

Your initial smile disappears

Once you hear the bombs and

See the bullets fly.

You cannot handle watching your best friends die. The Hope Poem

War changes a person, I hope we never reach warThats what I see. I hope no more couples get divorced

And I cant turn you back into I hope none of us become

thieves

The man that youd like to be I hope everyone learns how to give and

not just to receive

Victor Moyssis and Tassos Xenakis, Class of 2015 I hope no children are ever kidnapped

or exploited

I hope all people become equal and

liberated

I hope no more children die of hunger

I hope we learn to help those around us.I hope we learn to love more


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I hope people dont lose their jobs

anymore

I hope no one is hurt beyond repair

I hope all children have a chance to

education

I hope people could be open to one

another.

Our world could be such a better place.


Birth and Death

Birth and Death are so different, arent they?

But sometimes they are exactly the same.

Feelings of pain and love

Are always strong feelings.

We cry, we smile

And we pray to God.

At birth a person arrives

But in death an angel takes their soul away.

One woman holds her baby and gives it a kiss

While another woman, a widow says:Rest in Peace

Stamatina Asprodini, Class of 2017

Lack of Color

Staring deep into nothing

It has no texture, no scent.

Recalling memories, and then burying them

Behind the darkness, forever.

Not completely free, its merely oblivion

No barriers, just whiteness.

Its a symbol one can never understand.

Its almost non-existing.

I thought I saw you dressed in white

I expected to see tears running from your eyes.


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Instead, you smiled

As if you could not remember

The purpose behind this gesture.

I see a ghost, you see a bride.



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Tomato SoupToday is the day. Its hard to believe that weve reached the year milestone together. I smiled as I

recalled the fond memory of how I met William. It was when he walked onto the stage to play the

role of Romeo in the school production. It was at that moment that I knew he was the one for me.

That was two years ago and since then our relationship has gone from strength to strength. During this

period over endless cups of coffee, walks along the seafront and picnics in the park we discovered

each other. He told me about his love for the theater and regaled me with humor stories and

anecdotes of the various performances he had participated in. He also opened his heart and bore his

soul allowing me to see and feel his hopes and fears and share his dreams and aspirations.

I also shared my deepest thoughts and memories with him. He would hold me close while I told him

stories of my unhappy childhood and growing up in a dysfunctional family. He would wipe away my

tears and murmur sweet encouragement and understanding in my ear. He learned of my love for

gentle activities like ballet and cooking. These two years have been the happiest of my miserable life.

However, he knew nothing of my darkest secret.

William had promised to cook a special celebration dinner at his home for me. So, I dressed with

care, putting on the dress he had bought for my birthday. I also wore his favorite perfume and the

handmade earrings we had chosen together from a quaint little store we visited on one of our walks.I arrived at his house in good time and he led me into the living room where music was heard playing.

How warm it felt to see a log fire burning and candles glowing. He wouldnt tell me what he had made

as he wanted to surprise me but it smelled delicious. Finally, he led me to the dinner table and I sat

down waiting with anticipation for him to bring in the first course.

He set the dish in front of me and I froze. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and a shiver

ran down my spine. I was fixated by what was in front of me. It was red. It was bright red it was

blood-red. I became fixated on this image of seeping blood. The memories of the brutal beatings of

my childhood came flooding back. It was him again. Pushing that wooden swing higher and higher,

faster and faster. My fathers cruel smile appeared before me. The fall from the swing, the blood

soaking my dress. The hospital, the police, the social workers, the nightmares. Everything was coming

back.William had only made tomato soup but without even realizing it I had picked up one of the heavy

candlesticks and was now standing above a very shocked boyfriend. I brought the object down on to

his head smashing his skull, repeatedly. I was hitting my father, defending myself and my innocence.

Blood splattered everywhere but I couldnt stop. Physically and emotionally exhausted, I sank to the

floor. The soup remained untouched.


StressThere you are feeling stressed

Every time you are pressed


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Your heart is beating fast.

Are you sure you can last?

If you get stressed, you get a zero

Staying calm might make you a hero

Try seeing the bright side

Dont make things look so widely impossible

You neednt be worried

As long as youve studied

Always remember

To have a good temper

Being stress-free

Is the key to success, trust me.

Smoke


Cigarettes exist

you must resist

Its hard, I know,

but you must say NO

Never become a smoker

unless you want to play your life in poker

Lungs become black

horrid diseases will come back

Life becomes smaller

your breath will soon seem shorter

Please swear

never to even dare

Taking up smoking,proves you know nothing

Many people die.

Would you like your friends to cry?

You cant be so insensitive,

acting in a way that is so negative

Stress and impatience

makes you let go of all essence.



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The Dark Side of the Moon

People change. Its the nature of life really, nobody is constant. Everyone we meet, everything we do

and everything that we see, it all adds to what and who we are until sometimes there is nothing left of

who we once were.

Change doesnt have to be a bad thing. We all need to learn and grow and become the people we are

meant to be, the people that we really are deep inside. But sometimes the things that change youmake you forget that person you thought you were, that person you wanted to be and turn you into

someone else. Sometimes in changing you lose sight of everything that happened in the past,

everything that was important and, if youre really unlucky, you lose yourself.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon

And if there is no room upon the hill

And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too

Ill see you on the dark side of the moon.

Lindsay had changed. Everyday Niall saw a little more of his daughter fading away and he didnt know

what he could do to help her. He wasnt sure if there was any way to help her.

He could pinpoint the exact moment when it first began, when he looked at her and saw a difference.That December afternoon when Lindsay had walked back into the house without a word Niall had

seen the change. The spark of life in her eyes had gone, extinguished by tears and pain and the young

girl that was left was a little bit less than she had been.

Since that day, Nialls daughter had become more distant until he was starting to wonder if he even

knew her at all. He didnt recognize her as the little girl who had once sat on his knees for comfort,

accepting the warmth of his embrace whilst he soothed her troubles away.

It was as if she didnt need his comfort any more, or perhaps it was more of a reality that she no

longer wanted. There was a cold emptiness in Lindsays once bright green eyes and a look from them

would sometimes give Niall chills as he wondered where his daughter had gone, and if he would ever

get her back.You raise the blade, you make the change

You re-arrange me till I'm sane.

You lock the door

And throw away the key

Theres someone in my head but its not me.

Lindsay looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She could no longer recognize the face that stared

back at her. Had her eyes once been green? They now appeared dark, dull and lifeless, a window to a

soul that wasnt there anymore. The dark rings beneath her hollow eyes implied uncountable nights

without sleep, but in truth there were many days and nights when all she did was sleep. Hours of

endless slumber but no rest, and no peace.

Running her hand over her pale cheek, Lindsay turned away from her reflection. There was nobody

there she wanted to see. There was nobody there.

Tightening her belt around the top of her arm, Lindsay felt the familiar heavy beat of her pulse as it

struggled to force blood past the restriction, her veins swelling slightly as she slapped against them.

She gasped for a second, forcing a sharp breath that filled her lungs with cold air, as the tip of the

needle pierced her skin. She could never quite get used to the sensation of the cold metal pushing

through and entering her body like that, but as she drove the contents of the syringe into her veins,

she knew that discomfort would quickly be forgotten.

Loosening the belt, Lindsay felt the welcome rush as the drug traveled through her body, caressing

every inch of her in a way that nothing else ever could.Falling back onto her bed, Lindsay sighed. The irony of the situation wasnt lost on her. Only a few

months earlier her family had been in a panic when they believed that Henry, her younger brother,


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had become involved with heroin. How was it that nobody saw the signs in her? Why did nobody try

to save her? Why didnt anybody care?

Closing her eyes Lindsay let the drug envelope her, taking away every moment of pain and

disappointment, taking away the heartache and the regret, taking away every last speck of Lindsay,

until there was nothing left but a numb shell Until Lindsay was gone.

As her consciousness began to slip away, Lindsays arm fell limply over the edge of the bed, theempty syringe falling from her hand and coming to rest inches from her fingertips. The rise and fall of

her chest slowed until it was almost imperceptible and the escape was complete.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear

You shout and no one seems to hear.

And if the band youre in starts playing different tunes


Niall had worried for some time that he was losing his daughter, but nothing had prepared him for

the sight he witnessed when he pushed open her bedroom door.

His beautiful young daughter lay sprawled across her bed. Obviously unconscious but possibly worse.

Her belt was still looped around her arm and her hand pointed downwards to the empty syringe onthe floor. A line of white foam trickled from the corner of her mouth, pooling against the soft pink of

her pillow.

Niall's screams echoed around the house and two of his sons were at his side in seconds. The three

men reaching for the support of each other as, one by one, they took in the vision before them.

Jack was the first to find the ability to move, racing to his sisters side, gripping her shoulder firmly as

he shook her, urging her to wake up, praying that it wasnt too late. The sound of a soft breath from

Lindsays lips caused tears of relief to wash over Jack's cheeks.

Mark, phone an ambulance, he yelled, turning to his brother who was still standing paralyzed in the

doorway. Mark NOW!

And if the dam breaks open many years too soonAnd if there is no room upon the hill

And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too


People change. Its the nature of life really, nothing is constant. Everyone we meet, everything we do

and everything that we see all adds to what and who we are until sometimes there is nothing left of

who we once were.

Lindsay had changed, she had lost herself in the darkness until she couldnt see any possible way back

to the light and all that she craved for were those moments of total emptiness when she couldnt think

or feel, when she just simply existed.

But the darkness wasnt absolute as a small speck of light, of life and hope, still shone in the distance.And from that light came a hand, holding onto her, pulling her back and urging her not to give up.

Niall had worried for some time that he was losing his daughter and the day that he almost did would

haunt him for the rest of his life.

It was a day filled with regrets and accusations, self-recriminations and blame.

It was a day to start again, to move forward, to fight and never give up.

It was the day Niall picked up the pieces of his soul and stood, once more, firmly on his feet for the

sake of Lindsay



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Golden Tea

Again, that golden liquid,

first in the nurses hands, then down his throat.

The golden infected crust of his wounds,

the usual pain not yet soothed;

yeah... the tea was bought from China Town.

Time ran out, teas gone cold.

He lost himself in the golden valley of dreadful desires and

dawns,

but he knows that when the teabag loses its golden extract

no one will gaze at the sun and think of him.

Only his golden coins will matter.


Dare


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Fear is always with us

As we decide whether it walks beside us,

Whether we let its presence affect us

Or let it influence our decisions.

It feels as if youre about to enterA dark room, a room mysterious and unknown.

Its as if a voice inside your head leads you to the

Final decisions.

Sometimes this voice is so loud and solemn

That it doesnt let you enter the secret room.

Sometimes it is so weak and quiet

That you enter it without having second thoughts.

Its at this time when

You have to decide whether to say

yes or no

And let your counselor be fear

The one who dares isnt usually aware

Of the consequences

But he never regrets

Entering the room

The one who fears,

Continues walking, leaving the unopened door behind

His correctly made decision marked no

Haunts him his entire life.


DrugsDont take drugs

In those little paper cups

They are harmful

And dreadful

Never dare start

Nobody will think you are smart

Dont make that mistake

Youll be conquered by an everlasting ache

It will be difficult for you to end

Despite all the cures, its better to prevent.

It seems you dont know

But remember, just say NO

Stay away,


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Find another way

Life

Prefer hugsInstead of drugs. I am everywhere

No matter how hard you try to hide yourself

My children are very dangerous

And you should tread with care

I enter every house

Whether you like me to or not

I am a thief one step ahead of you

You may lock the doors but Im still inside

No one can face me or catch me

I am, in a sense, invisible.

I am a king

And have smaller servants

But I also have an eternal enemy

Who runs my kingdom at night

I like playing games

Hide and seek is my favorite

Have you guessed who I am?Have you thought of a reply?

No matter, soon youll want to bask in my light.


A Treasure Hunt

I was sitting on the beach listening to music while I was reading my favorite book. I was alone on the

beach and the music was simultaneously loud and peaceful. I felt nothing but sympathy for the hero

of the book; it was like I was feeling his pain and seeing the things that he was seeing. I couldnt helpbut feel that I was living his life too.

Suddenly the music stopped and I heard a voice screaming from the distance. A mans voice was

heard shouting and asking for help. I started running towards the voice. I couldnt see him, but he was

over the rocks that I had to climb. I climbed the rocks with great difficulty. Ive never been much of a

mountain climber and this was no different. It felt like it took me forever to get over the rocks and

reach the voice that was in need. Yet, when I managed to make it to the other side I couldnt find

him. It was starting to get dark and I was starting to get scared. For some reason, however, I couldnt

stop searching in this unknown place for the unknown man.

At some point, while I was wandering around, I luckily came across a quaint little house. I reluctantly

walked inside and found it to be empty. I felt both relieved and disappointed at the same time and

was about to leave when an old man appeared out of nowhere. Under normal circumstances having a

stranger come close to me would have startled me, but I was taken aback for different reasons: the old


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man was crying. Apart from feeling sad, I also felt a bit uncomfortable, especially after he hugged me.

I couldnt believe it when he uttered the words: Oh, my dear grandchild! I have always wanted to

meet you! I just couldnt believe it. What was this old man saying? I didnt have any grandfathers. I

had never known of any grandfathers before. This was getting much too creepy for my liking. I felt

scared and started to cry too. Seeing me in tears, the old man told me to stop crying and listen to a

secret that he would share.

I was suddenly back on the beach. And as strange as it might sound, I dont know how I got back hereand I cant say what I was told. I dont even know if what I saw was real or not. All I know for sure is

that there is treasure close by. And treasure doesnt always have to take the shape of gold


A Bird of Prey

My eyes are binoculars,

searching for prey.

My beak, made out of metal,

can cut even the hardest flesh.

My claws, sharper than sharks teeth,

make me the ultimate predator.

My instinct is always right,

leading me straight to my next victim.

My wings carry me above the ground,

helping me reach the highest places.

There is no doubt, I am the lord of the air.

George Orfanidis, Class of 2018

Sowing Love

You take the seed

and plant it in the ground

of enthusiasm and beauty.

Then you wait patiently

for the miracle to occur.

The flower of love will

soon bloom

But be careful planter of magic.

You should water your flower dailyso that your love never stops growing.

Love needs care, just as

people need attention

relationships need patience.

And as simple as that is,

always remember planter

to look after your flower

and the flower wont forget you.

You will always receive the prize of the magical scent of nature.

Paraskevi Vryza, Class of 2017


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I Look at the Snow

Im looking at the white glowing snow,

Thinking about you.

Your voice follows me everywhere I go.

It penetrates, through and through.

My head is full of thoughts,

Images, scents, songs,

They remind me of you.

Everything is great, spectacular,

Yet nothing is perfect,

Without someone special.

You own my heart.

A great part of it is now gone,

Taken away from me,

A long time ago.

Theres only one way for me to sleep.

I have to dream about us together,

So I wont have

Another waking night again.

I look at the snow,

Everywhere I go,

I think of you,While looking out of the frosty window.

Elena Iatropoulou, Class of 2015


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Child of the Vineyard

Born in the vineyard,

Purple, juicy and sweet.

Looked after by the winemaker

It spent its childhood in a barrel

Where it was loved and cared for

One day it entered a bottle.

It was wild and lively in the beginning

But as time passed by

It got more mature.

It became calm and wise.

George Ktenidis, Class of 2017

The Rose

Love is like a rose

It is not perfect, it cannot be.

It comes in many colors

In alternative shapes and sizes

But it smells the same,

It feels the same.

You have to hold it carefully

Treat it gently

And take care of it

Otherwise it will die.

But it can prick you

and sting you.

It can make you bleed.

Panagiota Konstantinou, Class of 2017

The Dead Leaf

Have you ever noticed the pouring rain?Emitting the perfume of nature, the wet ground.

Enjoying the beauty of the fading day.

Have you ever watched the brown leaves dancing in a playful manner?

While they are falling from the branches

Whirling around because of the mighty wind

And finally landing on the earthy dirt.

Have you ever lay on a mattress of the fallen red leaves?

Listening to the music of the water

Feeling the drops caressing your face

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The Leaf

Since the beginning of existence,

It has been through anything and everything one could believe.

Since the moment chaos reigned on Earth,

When earthquakes and volcanoes would never sleep.

This little leafs symbolism is infinite.

It is the source of eternal youth

And that is the gospel truth.

John Takis, Class of 2013


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Berry

So small, like a ruby.

So tasty, like a piece of candy

Eating it makes me feel

That Im floating in the sky with a fairy.

So beautifully created.

You cant help but not love it.

No matter how hard you try to resist it

Your desire will never let you lie

After you have eaten it

You keep asking for more

You realize these candies of nature

Are gone.

Now you have to drink some water

To cleanse your palette of this alluring taste.

Even though you utter the words berry, berry

Praying and hoping for the sweet flavor to remain.


Berry Candy

With a color of purple

(Like the one we see in the rise of the sun)

And a flavor neither sweet nor bitter.The taste of it takes me on a trip

To a deep forest.

Somewhere far away from here.

But that sugary layer reminds of my innocent years.

The years when I was a child.

Sweet and reckless.

Like this berry candy.

Kiveli Lioliou, Class of 2015

Deception

The vivid colored wrapper

Intrigues the unaware victim.

The crunching sound of it

Fills you with a childlike enthusiasm.

Its emerald sparkling body

Seduces you.

The smell of butter makes you feel lazy

But once you taste it,

You realize that it was all a lie.

The emerald was soap

And the butter, carbon


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And all your world is twisted as desire engulfs

Your broken soul.

Stelios Chissias, Class of 2015


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Colors

Once upon a time there was a young boy whose mother was blind. The boy felt very embarrassed

every time his mother was around when he was with his friends. One day she went to the boys

school. He felt so embarrassed that he wanted to hide. He told her that he hates her and he ran away.

But the boy tried very hard to a good student. He did well in school, got a scholarship and left for

university to study to become a great lawyer. He then got married to a rich woman and had two

children of his own.

After many years of not seeing his mother, his mother came to visit him. When he saw her he

immediately recognized her and told her off for embarrassing him when he was younger because she

couldnt do the things other, normal mothers would do with their kids. Sadly, even the mans children

made fun of her.

Six years passed by and he went on a road trip with his family. He ended up visiting the old house

where he used to live. He wanted to see if it looked the same as when he was a child. The neighbors

saw him and told him that his mother died a couple of years ago and that he had left a letter for him

for when and if he came back.

The man was surprised to hear about this so he started reading the letter:

Dear son,

I know you hate me and I embarrass you but I want you to know that I love you and that is why I am

going to tell you a story about how you were born. As soon as you were born, I realized that you had

a problem with your eyes. I couldnt believe it. I was so sad and couldnt stop crying because I didnt

want you to face a world that would treat you unkindly because of your lack of eyesight; I didnt want

you to miss out on the beauties of the world. I couldnt bear to have you live in a world without

colors. I would rather my own eyesight be gone than have you blind. So, I prayed every night for you

to gain your eyesight. One morning my prayers were answered. The doctors told me that you were

starting to gain the ability of sight. I was so relieved and terribly happy. Unfortunately, it was soon

after this that my own eyesight started deteriorating. No matter how you treated me in the past, please

know that that I have always loved you and always will.

Your loving (yet hated) mother. Vaggelis Lioggos, Class of 2017

Colors

They are found everywhere,

You may even want to stare.

We can see them everywhere we go,

They are like the sun or snow.

They have no definition,

They dont even need to have a position.

You might feel dread or doom,

If the dark ones decorate a room.There are some that suit you,

And others that characterize you.

My favorite color is blue.

Vaggelis Lioggos, Class of 2017

The Blue Planet

The Earth is round

with a solid ground

It floats in the galaxy

as years go by

It circles around the sun,


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that must be so much fun

The home to humanity

cant be without gravity

Its called The Blue Planet,

yet it isnt terribly old

Earth needs respect

that no one should reject

Become responsible!

A great future is certainly possible.


Life

Life can be good

As long as we have food

It can be unfair at times

And responsibilities dont always pay the bills

Dont think of the things that you might miss,

Consider the importance of life and youll never miss out.

Dont let it slip away

And dont feel like being in the way

Learn to love your life

And dont destroy it with a knife

Each one of us was born for a reason

It doesnt matter if were born in different seasons.

Everyone is equal and independent

No one is inferior or even dependent

Dont feel like youre a nobody

Because one day you should become a Somebody.


The Box of Thought

New people you meet

Are like chocolates in a box;

You never know what to expect,

Because sometimes you may find good things,

Like a chocolate covered almond.But there are other times that you may find off-putting things,

Like plums.


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People are like different flavored chocolates too.

You might like them

And you might not.

One person might enjoy a flavor

But that doesnt mean that you should too.

Its important though, not to judge a flavor if you havent tried it.Be careful though, you might get a bitter aftertaste in your mouth.

Its at this moment when you should remember that youre nothing but a flavor too.

Eli Eleni Konstantinidou, Class of 2017

A Moment

Every moment passing

leaves a scar in your heart deep inside, hidden.

When a moment is important

it leaves a scar that is everlasting.

When a moment isnt needed anymore

it leaves a scar that doesnt stay for long.

But when you are out of moments and

your heart is full of scars

then can you only go up to the sky.

Just take a risk and jump!

Magda Petmeza, Class of 2018

The Brown Box

Once upon a time, there was a box. The box was stored in the cellar of the most popular restaurant of

the city. It was full of the best wine in the world and one day the time for the box to be opened had

arrived.

It was taken upstairs and the waitress grabbed a knife to open it. She took out the bottles of wine that

had been cased in the box and then packed them away. The box had served its purpose. It was

carelessly tossed away. At night, the garbage collectors came to pick up the garbage and as they were

finishing one of the men noticed a brown object in the corner. The man approached the box, picked

it up, examined it and then decided that it would be a shame to throw away such a sturdy box.The next day, the garbage collector thought that the box would be perfect for packing some items that

he had been meaning to send to New York. He took the box and started packing some things. When


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he finished he closed it up neatly and carefully wrote the words Destination: New York on one side.

He then went to the post office to post his parcel.

Later that day, the box was sent to the airport and when the time for the box to board the plane had

arrived it accidentally fell off and landed on a cargo line that was destined for China.

The box travelled across the Atlantic and finally arrived in China. The post office there noticed that

the parcel had arrived in the wrong destination and resent the parcel. Unfortunately, there was a

problem with the airline again and it reached England where it had to be resent again. At this pointthey tried to get the parcel back to its rightful owner. However, the plane within which it was placed

suddenly got hijacked and it finally landed in Australia. From there, the box was sent via a very well-

known airline. This airline seemed to be equally incompetent as the box landed in Russia. From

there it went to Finland and from there to Austria, Italy, and Spain and finally to Greece.

Time passed by and the garbage collector was called into the post office to collect a parcel. He was

surprised as he had not been expecting anything. As soon as he walked in he noticed the brown box

waiting for him. As he came closer he noticed all the stickers that the box had gathered throughout its

journeys from all the countries that it had visited.

He left the post office quite puzzled but glad that he got his box back. (He felt regretful having sent

some precious objects away). Later he met his work friends and they too looked confused. See, the

man said showing them his box, I told you we have the worst postal service in the world!

Nikos Samaras, Class of 2017

Music

Its better than coffee,

Better than coke.

Better than crying alone in your room.

Music is your friend and wont let you be low.

Is the air standing still?

Is your tummy feeling ill?

Do not take a pill!

Let the music give you a chill.

It is all in your head.

While lying on the bed

Dont think ahead,

Or worry about what has been said.

Just rap.

Open YouTube straight away.

Go get a cup

And fill it with tangy juice.

Music makes you do crazy things

Turn the music on

Try to be strong

Dance barefoot on the freshly mowed lawn

As it revives you.

This is music to me.

It makes me go weeeeeeeeee!


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Even if I have to pay a small fee,

It is worth it.


Sundays

The first day of the week

Always makes me very sick

A new week is approaching

But without any hope of relaxing

How I wish it would snow!

At least one day well be left to go home

Every other day is an obligatory testThere seems to be so little time for any rest

More and more efforts to do our very best.

I hate Sundays just as they are.

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En Route

On your way to your destination

Some people will get in your way

But you shouldnt be afraid

Because there are others who might show admiration,

Even though the good people arent many

Who would like to be your companions in this journey, anyway?

There are many people who would like to see you cry.

But thats no reason not to set your goals really high.

But when your journey comes to an end,

Most people wont remember you, my friend.

Remember, there are still some friends,

Who would follow you to the earths very end.

I have to admit that the trip will be harsh,

But thats no reason for you to rush,

The joy lies within adventures,

So, start searching for it in pleasure.

Youll travel across many countries and borders,

But you shouldnt obey lifes governing orders.

Youll have to choose your own path,

Or these people will make you forget that youre smart.

Nikos Topouzis, Class of 2017

The Ship of Friendship

It wont be plain sailing

all the way to the finish line

as you and your friend sail on

the ship of friendship.

Both of you should be steady as rocks

because if you dont trust one another andif youre not there to give one another a helping hand

Then you might split up and this will only happen once

since the ship will sink.

All of this, because of a tiny pebble

that has made a huge hole

in your ship, your Friendship.

Chris Edremitoglou, Class of 2017

The Football Game


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A football game is war.

Its like going against your enemy.

You dont want to surrender.

You are protecting your base,

While attacking your enemy.

Its your choice to win or to lose

And you never give up until its over.But how can you do such a thing with the whole crowd

Surrounding you as they stare at you with their big judgmental eyes?

In the end, the winner is the one who remains standing.

You finally make peace with the enemy

Then go back home and anticipate the next friendly match.

Labros Kaliakatsos, Class of 2017

Being Misjudged


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I remember it was a Monday morning when I met Alex. He looked like a hooligan and dressed like

one too. It was for this reason that that I treated him as though he was a criminal.

Alex was a mysterious person; I realized this the very moment I laid eyes on him. The day I met him

he told me that he was going to the underground station and asked me if I wanted to join him. I, of

course, was terrified, I thought he was going to kill me just for fun but then I realized how absurd I

was being and finally agreed. He seemed like an interesting person and I wanted to get to know him. I

was also incredibly bored and felt that there was nothing else better to do.When we went to the underground station he said that he needed to make a phone call. While he

was talking on his phone I heard him saying Yes, place it in the bag. Make sure its sliced. Dont

forget that I need it juicy. Preferably place it in a cooler bag so the parts dont go off otherwise we

wont be able to make a lot of money when we sell it. After hearing this conversation I got so scared

that I started running away and escaped somewhere in the underground. I truly believed that this man

was going to come after me and slice meup into juicy little pieces!

In my frantic attempt to escape, I suddenly bumped into a stranger. He got mad at me and then

pointed a gun to my head. At that very moment Alex appeared out of nowhere and came to my

rescue. He punched the stranger and kicked the gun away. Afterwards, the stranger got scared and ran

away from Alex. Alex then turned around and asked me why I ran away and I told him that I thought

he was going to kill me if I stayed. Then he asked me why I would ever think of something like that

and I replied that I had overheard his conversation. I didnt want to end up as a human body that he

was about to sell off! Alex started laughing and explained that he was referring to an expensive

wedding cake he was going to sell.

In the end, I went to his house and he gave me a piece of a similar cake. It was absolutely delicious.

Never in my life had I so badly misjudged a person. As I was leaving, however, I couldnt help but

notice a faint trail of blood near the entrance of his kitchen.

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Perfectly Empty

Pick a perfectly clear crystal

glass and place it upside

down. It looks like

a beautiful

lady in a

dress thats

full starched

and chic.

She standsthere absolutely still,

wanting others to admire

her. She desires being the best,

the hottest and smartest. But in the

end, shes cold and empty, void of emotion.

An empty glass that needs to be filled by others.

Under the crystal surface? Nothing but a shallow snob.

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Headache

So many noises,

Churches everywhere.

A cats purring,

I hear it clearly.

The music from the living room,

The throbbing of my head

I cant concentrate

I sleep instead.

My homework is almost done,

Apart from two assignments.

Now the bell is starting to ring again,

That church!

Everythings so complicated.

My head is full of thoughts,

And feelings I am trying to destroy.

Why this confusion? I ask myself.

Why?

I should be better now,

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Excuses

Excuses play a huge role in a students life. A pupil has to find a correct excuse in order for him to get

out of doing his homework.

As a student, I was a master of finding excuses. I was able to find a suitable excuse for each and every

teacher. This situation continued until the sixth grade. That is, until a new teacher came to our

school. He was old, strict and too smart to believe my fake lies. The first time I tried to fool him he

called my parents. The second time he sent me to the headmaster. I was really upset. This kind of

thing had never happened to me before.

It was at this point when I started planning the greatest excuse of all times. It had to be perfect. I

wanted to fool him. I kept thinking of it for weeks and I finally came up with the perfect excuse.

One day, the teacher assigned a term essay regarding the economic crisis. Everyone got really anxious

and worried. However, I remained absolutely calm. I knew that I would easily get out of doing this

silly project. So, while everyone handed in their assignments the very next day I told my teacher an

elaborate excuse that my baby brother had been rushed to the hospital after chewing on my

notebooks and that my essay was written in one of them. I didnt imagine that he would ever question

something as serious as someone being sent to hospital. I thought he wouldnt question my excuse at

all. I thought it was perfect.

School Life

The bell rings

And everyones bags swing

Scores might cause some

pain

Another bell rings,

Now everyone sings.

This time we had an aim

Its time for History

Math, Biology and

Geography

At last, the final bell rings,Schools out and everyone

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Without it, you become an ordinary person,

Nave.

Without them you remain fragile

So never stop listening to that harp

Remember to create dreams that come from the heart.

Anastasia Lalioti, Class of 2017

Making a Dream Come True

It takes a lot of hope,

faith and courage

to turn an imaginative brew

into a fulfilled wish.

Just mix desire with belief,

bring it to the boil

and then squeeze a zest

of patience into it.

Place it in the deepest part of your heart,

cover it with a lid of determination

and wait until it rises to the highest point.

When it has completely melted

and its fragrance has filled the air of your life,

take it out of the oven.

Enjoy the taste of a dream come true!

Stavroula-Eleni Mourmoura, Class of 2017

Thinking

Sitting here, thinking about the past.

Sitting here, thinking about the past.

About memories which I wanted to last.

About things unspoken.

About events that left me so broken.

About how cruel time is,

Even though it doesnt really exist.

I just think of all of these things,While looking at the floor as I have a

hysterical fit.


I slowly creep down the hall of my house. All I can hear is my voice trembling. I am not sure if what

is happening is a dream of whether it is real. No, Im awake I whisper to myself. I can hear my

parents talking in the kitchen. I silently walk towards the living room.

Suddenly, I see the light of a flash coming from the door of the living room. I stop dead in my tracks.

I dont know what to do. I want to scream, to warn my parents about this. I try to utter words but no

words escape my lips even though they move.


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I somehow come back to reality when I hear the sound of a window breaking. Now I scream and I

can finally hear my own voice. My mom is coming towards me. I see her running. I can see her

cheeks arent as red as they usually are she looks as white as a ghost. I have never seen her as scared

as this before. My father gets in front of us to protect us. I suddenly remember a game we used to

play together. I would pretend that I was a princess and my father was a knight. Although this

moment feels like this game, we are not playing a game though. This is very real.

I think about what real life actually is. Is it real to be happy playing with your family or is it realbeing lured into the darkness at night? Lost in my thoughts, I hear shooting coming from outside. A

few seconds later my father falls on the carpet. All I can now hear is my heart beating fast and all I can

see is my father shot on the ground. I refuse to believe hes dead. Dont knights protect princesses in

the stories till the very end? Who will protect me now?

I feel a hand on my shoulder. Its my mom. I had forgotten she was there. I cant hold onto my tears

anymore. I bend over the dead body, crying. I hug him as if this is going to bring him back to life.

And then my tears turn to screams and shouts. Why is he dead? Anger burns within me. I can see

fear mixed with pity in my moms eyes. I cling to her arm. I wont let go. My anger turns to horror as I

notice that nobody is moving. All I can hear is the alarm ringing.

The silence is broken by the sound of cars. We are now safe, I whisper. The very next moment two

policemen open the door. They quickly glance around and notice us. I can no longer stand on my

own two feet. They run towards me and pick me up. I feel so confused. My head keeps spinning

around and around. Darkness spreads everywhere

When I finally come around, I open my eyes to discover a doctors head hovering above me. I try to

stand up but I cant. Somebody is holding me tightly. I can see my mom running towards my bed and

holding my hand. I try to smile, but I feel too depressed to do it. I just listen to her telling me that

everything is going to be all right.

A few weeks later, Im released from hospital. It seems that Ive developed some kind of amnesia. I

still cant remember what had happened the day my dad died. I sit in our new homes backyard

beside photos and old belongings of my father. My mother and I dig a hole and bury his favorite

possessions.

I can feel a cool breeze blowing and can hear the soft rustling of the leaves on the nearby trees. Some

of the leaves fall to the ground leaving their family behind. All these leaves seem to be going on a

trip they havent planned on. My dad also went on an unplanned trip. I just hope hes enjoying his

travels now. Have a lovely trip, Dad. My words get lost in the breeze.


My Meditation

I decided to focus on myself

and take a random thing off the shelf.

Not too random, not too bright.

Not too colourful either. Yes, thats right.I place it on the table

and gaze at it for a while.

But it isnt able to talk to me.

I avoid letting thoughts enter my mind

(any thoughts, whatever the kind).

And so this takes place for about ten minutes.

This experience has surely gone beyond my limits.

I try not to keep my head busy

But after a while I start feeling dizzy.

Thoughts struggle as they fight who will gain entrance into my head.

Just my luck, Im thinking of homework right now.Meditation must really help!

Its totally worth it.


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Meditation

Meditation is relaxing

yet a difficult state to achieve.

It is easy to maintain such a state.

Assuming,

that is,

that you have achieved mental tranquillity.

Once there,

it might even be considered that youre in limbo

an empty space with no apparent hue of falling.

No gravity.

Youre nothing but a floating being

In a borrowed human body,

naked of any feelings and emotions.

Were

merely

floating

aimlessly.

Artemis Sartzetakis, Class of 2017

How Will I Ever Know?

~The Road to Joy~

The time to leave has come,

To lands unknown

Its time for me to run,

But how will I ever know?

How will I ever know?

When angels die,

Do they just fly

Or are they reborn?

How will I ever know?

In times of need,

Should I let myself be free?

Or let myself be torn apart?

I fooled my own self,

Convinced my soul that it was all just a test.


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Caught between my own teeth

Will I have to ride all the way to the land of the king?

How was I to ever know?

That this adventure

Would turn to dust

As I walked through the dusk?How will I ever know?

If the road to Joy

Is just a decoy

Or something to die for?

If this is all just a dream,

Then I know what it means

So now its time to

Stop being asleep!

Keeping the Farplane Wind aside

Time is running again

So let it once again be our guide


The Little Girl and the Tree


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The Witchs House


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Once upon a time, a witch lived in a forest. Her dream was to build a house made of chocolate and

candy. After some time, she finally made it and she was very proud of herself. One day two sweet

lovers named George and Mary passed by the witchs house. They were amazed by the house and

rushed to eat it.

The witch was making a new sofa for her living room when she heard an annoying noise coming from

the backyard. The two children were eating her beautiful candy fence. She was furious and went

towards the children trying to get them to leave. However, they started screaming and the gentlewoodcutter chopping wood close by heard them and came to their rescue.

The next day, the children were still hungry, so they organized a plan so they could eat the witchs

tasty house. They dressed as scouts pretending to sell cookies. The witch who would have liked some

more cookies to make a new chair for her house with did not refuse to buy some. As she was tasting

the cookies the kids dashed to her chocolate sofa and started eating it. When the witch realized the

cookies were made out of soil she turned to shout at the children and thats when she saw them eating

her tasty sofa. So, she took out her magic wand and trapped them in a cage. Thats when the children

screamed and the strong woodcutter saved them again by cutting the witch into two pieces.

You would think that thats the end of the story but no. The next day the kids returned to finish what

they had started. The witch had just sewn herself up and was happy to be in one piece again. They

were in disguise and told the witch that there had been a terrible accident and she should help. The

witch ran in great haste. In the middle of the night she realized it was a joke. When she got back her

whole house was gone and the children had fallen fast asleep. She went towards them to kill them but

the woodcutter saved them again.

The following day the kids came to eat again but instead of the beautiful sweet house they found one

made out of liver! The witch had been working all night to build this house so that she could stay

somewhere. It wasnt as beautiful as before but at least she had a roof over her head. Unfortunately,

the woodcutter loved liver. Needless to say, he ate it all. And they lived happily ever after, but the

witch was left homeless forever and ever.

Vasilis Vamvakas, Class of 2018


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