Our first Teen Poetry contest was a huge success.
We recieved over 150 entries!
 Congratulations to our winners!


First Place Winner:
by Marsh Drylie

"You Can Sing Without Singing"

Singing of a student, well not really

Kicking a stuck locker,

Scratching of a Uni-ball fine tipped pen,

Slamming of heavy pre-algebra books,

Cooing of a group of "popular" girls,

The clicking of the infernal click pens,

The slapping of an overhead,

The swallowing of a pen cap,

The surprised noises emanating from the victim of the swallowed pen cap,

The sighing student with an infraction,

The popping of a soda can,

The cracking of a certain student's back,

The sneezing of yours truly,

The illegal whispering during a lecture,

The scuffing of a student banished to the office,

The bubbling of a science experiment over a Bunsen burner,

The exploding of a science experiment over a Bunsen burner,

The fan buzzing when the AC quits.


So when the teacher asks "who is singing?" everybody should raise their hands
except the person sleeping in the back, he is just snoring.


2nd Place Winner
by Josey Healy

The Ballad Of Adolescence

It's all so perfect,
So Normal and keen,
It's like a perfect puzzle
And then there's me

My parents
So successful
My cousins so smart

It's like I don't belong
Like they bought me at Wal-Mart

Unwanted, unloved
Deep down I know it's not true
Well, if this is adolescence,
Then adolescence
Is blue


3rd Place Winner
by Emmanuel Santos

Manny's Manifesto of all things Santos!

The world is the source of all cheese wielding beings.
The world is like a Slim Jim in the hands of Randy Savage.

Life is the ride down a one-way road given to each generation of living beings.
Life is like a diskette in the hands of a 3-year-old, it won't last long.

Love is like that last, tiny burnt chip at the bottom of the bag.
Love is just like AOL installed on a computer, it will never leave.

I am the king and queen of pasquinade.
I am the one known as the artist formely known as luggage.
I am declaring that diets, although effective, hoover.
I am the epitone of all things lazy.
I am always having a fit of boredom when writing.

I believe rainbows are nothing but a refraction of light.
I believe that all learning material should be taught IN school.
I believe that overclocking a CPU can be very risky procedure.
I believe that videogames should be priced by gameplay, and not age.
I believe that this trackball mouse is better than I thought.

I wonder what would happen if I mix every household chemical at once.
I wonder how exactly fiber optic beams can be translated to data.
I wonder where I could find a good R/C airplane at a price less than $100
I wonder why people are so gullible when it comes to AOL.
I wonder when I'll be able to have a real vacation and not just stay home.

I try to get the highest grade I can get in school
I try to understand the complicated language of 1's and 0's.
I try not to worry about anything but my problems for now.
I try to play as much games as time would let me.
I try to do all of my homework fast so I can have some fun later.

I breathe a lot of oxygen.
I breathe enough in one blow to fill 10 mini balloons.

I move like a riverdancer walking over hot coals.
I move like laxative in yo' grandma's bowels.

I hope that the army payment plans increase before I join.
I hope that I will at least pass life management with a C.
I hope I never see another bug in a toffee lollipop again.
I hope to never witness another Kevin L. Manning seminar.
I hope that I will get a prepaid credit card for Christmas.

When I burp, I taste whatever it is I last ate.
When a disk doesn't work, I crush it with my bare hands.
When I bid on Ebay, I get so excited and caught up in it.
When I graduate, I will still have crappy vacations.
When I play games, I forget all about the stress of everything.