Words can Change You

That day was incredible, I must say thanks to Raphael, he was very brave and just told me what I needed. It all happened one day when I bothered him too much. This is the story of my life, the story of Jake Cold.
This is just the story of a boy called Jake and his classmate, Raphael. Jake was a guy who just wanted to call the attention of everybody. As he was very shy, he started to bother many people, because he thought that it would make him popular. He was the typical example of bullying; he never stopped bothering other guys or just hiding their things. Raphael, a guy who studied a lot and was very fat, was the main object of Jake’s laughter. Every single day he was bullied by him, so he didn´t want to come to school. The 4th of July, Rapha was in a very bad situation, his mother was ill so he hadn’t studied for the final test, and that was the day when Jake decided to bother him most. At the end of the day Raphael went back home crying and not willing to live.
After that day, the 5th of July, Raphael only thought of dying. But then, as he knew he was a very intelligent and good guy, he decided to tell Jake something that was going to change the rest of his life.
“Hey Jake, come with me just for a minute, I must tell you something very important.” Jake wanted to listen so he would have another chance to laugh at him. “I think that maybe bullying is not the solution for your shyness,” said Raphael, “or for your problems in your house. Please stop bothering me, my mum is ill and I can´t come to school if you bother me every single day. I will help you with all your problems, you will think I’m crazy but we can be friends, no matter what you did to me or how many times you bullied me. Let´s start from scratch, I’m just a person like you, we are all brothers Jake.”
After listening to that, Jake was surprised. He never thought Raphael could adopt such an understanding approach. He started to cry and felt very proud of Rapha, who had been very brave. He accepted his offer and they became friends.
This is just an example of one of the millions of cases of bullying. There is just one way to put an end to it: NEVER KEEP QUIET, OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND TELL THE OTHERS WHAT BOTHERS YOU.


Category B
Pen name: BehindYou

Little Habana

I am a Miami, Little Habana, inhabitant who lived in Wilfred’s times, there are not so many men who remember or have heard this story, that’s why I will tell it to you.

Wilfred Battista was a great old Cuban man who lived in Miami, Little Habana, in 1998, as you know it is the most dangerous town in all Miami, and it has a lot of drugs and murders. He had a wife named Mary and two daughters. During the day he was an excellent police man, he was like Dr. Jekyll but he had his dark side, then, at night, he was like Mr. Hyde, he had an addiction of killing people.
But he didn’t kill people at random, he killed the assassins that were freed by the police or who were never caught.
Every time he killed someone he took his boat and threw the body to the sea, but he knew that one day he would be discovered. Every day he thought more and more about confessing his real life. And the day he was going to confess, something really bad happened, all the corpses appeared. He felt totally lost but he didn’t know that all the citizens would consider him a hero.
When he noticed all the corpses had appeared in the sea, he took his boat and rowed to Cuba, La Habana, to his family house, to take cover. He spent one night there and when he woke up he saw the news and read a title which was “A Cuban hero killer in Miami”.
He decided to come back to Miami and confess. The people in Miami couldn’t believe how Wilfred had captured them and had killed them; the people thought he was a real god. The old evil assassin he used to think he was, ended up with the name that the entire town gave him “The great fair assassin”. Then, when he came back, he continued with his addiction until his own death.
Today, August 23rd 2013, is the 5th anniversary of Wilfred’s disappearance. Supposedly, he died the 26th of March, 2013, but I’m the only one who really knows his complete story. He simulated his death because he couldn’t work properly, all the assassins knew him. So he went to another town in another country to continue with his addiction, maybe now he is still killing bad people...

Category B
Pen Name: LAFU

Our trip

It was Sunday, and I was going camping with three friends. They were Mateo, Nicolas and Tomas. We had been waiting for that trip for a month and we were very anxious. We went to the bus terminal. We started doing all the paperwork, and then was when the trouble started.
When we were doing the check-in, Mateo realized that he had forgotten his identity card. He phoned his wife but she didn’t reply. So Tomas had to go home to get it as he was the only one who had a car. We waited for him. He lasted at least one hour. The longest hour in our lives. Then, Mateo could do the check in and then we got on the bus.
Once in the camp site, the guide ordered us to start putting up our tent. That night we were going to eat on the beach. When we were walking to the beach, Tomas saw something strange and walked away from the group. We followed him. Nobody noticed.
We strolled into the forest and, honestly, I was very scared. We were very tired, so we decided to stop for ten minutes. At that moment, I realized that Mateo was missing.
We stayed in that place for one hour, maybe he was just delayed. After waiting for some time, we decided to make a plan.
We were going to spread out, all in different directions. We were going to look for Mateo for an hour and then we would return to the same place. I got on my way. As time passed by, I gave up the search. I couldn’t find anything so, I returned. When I arrived at the meeting place, Tomas was there.
We waited for Nicolas for two hours. We started to think that he had also got lost, but we decided to follow the plan. We stayed there.
Suddenly, we heard some weird noises. It was Nicolas, but he wasn’t with Mateo. We became very worried as there were no signs of Mateo. After two hours, we surrendered so we went to the beach. When we were on our way, Nicolas saw a body on the floor. We got nearer, and found out the worst. It was Mateo. He was just sleeping, so we woke him up. Fortunately, he was okay
We waited for him to get better. He had fainted. After he could stand up by himself, we headed back to the beach. There, on the beach, the campers were eating. Very silently, we joined the group, and I realized nobody had noticed we had been missing. We were surprised and sad because of this. Nicholas was the only one who was relaxed. He thought that, as nobody had noticed that we had been missing, then nobody would scold us. He was right about that.


Category B
Pen name: Funes Mori

Died in the island

When I was 12 years old, I lived on an island. All my family lived there, and my friends too, so I loved the island. But one night all the things that I loved disappeared, one night all my dreads became alive.
One day, I was with my friends playing on the beach. We stayed playing until 10PM more or less. When I arrived home I couldn’t find my family in the house! My brother! My sister! My mother and father, all of them were missing! I started to cry and pray to God to give me my family back. When I opened my eyes I saw a strange man at the window.
I started to shout for help but nobody came. The strange man told me to go with him to see something. I don’t know why, but I went with him.
When I went out of the house the strange man told me to look at the lake and I saw the bodies of my friends and my family floating on the water.
I couldn’t stop crying. When I turned around I saw the strange man holding a knife. When I saw this, I ran to the forest as fast I could.
I spent the night hidden in the forest, crying and shaking of cold and fear. The next day, I came back to the village and I saw that nobody was there. I took one of the boats that was near the village to escape from this terrible place.
I stayed in the boat for more than 3 days. But in the morning of the day number 3, I saw a big ship near a small island. I started to shout and said
” Help! Help! Over here!”
When I saw the ship again, it was turning round towards my location. I was so happy that I couldn’t believe it. When I boarded the ship they told me that they would take me to the city of New York. When I arrived in this city, the people in the ship took me to a Hospital and then they took me to the police station. There, I told them all that I had seen, including the location of the island. They sent a group of Marines and detectives to the island. When they came back, they said that they hadn’t seen anything there. I was very angry, but then they said that they had found a photograph of one person in the middle of the forest. The person was an old member of the island. It was a WANTED sign.
At that moment, I understood everything. The stranger had killed all the people in the island because, 1 year before, the people of the island had decided to kill him. But he had escaped, and he sent a note to all of us saying that the children’s of the island would see the bodies of his parents before they died.
The police said that they would find that person and they would put him in the list of the worst criminals in history.
One month later I found a job, and later, when I was 20 years old I got married to a beautiful and good girl.
When I was 23 the police said to me that they had found that terrible person who had killed all my family and friends. They took him to the prison for life.
When I was 55years old, I went to the island again to finally say the last goodbye to my parents and friends and I promised to never go to that horrible place again.

Category B
Pen name: WillyRex

Danger in the Forest

I got up at 7 o’ clock. It was a shiny and brilliant day, the sky was very clear. I was very tired that day, I don’t know why. Unfortunately, I had already invited my best friend to my house. My best friend was a really curious person like me so I assumed that we would have an adventure exploring the big and attractive forest around my house.
I got ready, wearing my sports clothes. I think that my friend Juan arrived at 3 o clock, but it isn’t important. We spent some hours in my little but cozy house. Later, we decided to finally explore the enormous forest. So we went out and started to walk through it. We talked all the time but also exploring and enjoying the incredible nature. We walked through it for several hours and we looked at all the details of this fantastic place.
Suddenly, we heard a strange noise like not too far from us, so we decided to spy what, where and who was making this uncanny noise. We tried to locate where that strange noise came from. Fortunately, about two hours later we discovered where and who was making that puzzling noise. It was an animal that no one had ever seen before. It was atypical. But the problem was that we didn’t know how to deal with him because it was a strange creature. The animal turned, saw my friend, giggled and suddenly, it jumped onto Juan like a shark on a dolphin. The abnormal animal ate my friend in only one bite. I was shocked and horrified so I started to run home as fast as I could. I turned round a couple of times but the animal wasn’t following me. I arrived home, closed the door behind me, called the police and waited for them to come.
Three hours later, the police arrived home and explained to me that they couldn’t find any clue or trail of this fierce animal. My state of fear was so high that I decided to stay away from the forest, for good.
But 7 years later, I believed that the monster had left or died and I returned to walk the forest…
for the last time…


Category: B
Pen name: Juan Gómez

An adventure in Alaska

Ten years ago there was a student at Harvard University, called Sam Hawking. He was going to travel to Alaska with his father, John Hawking. His mother was dead; she had died when Sam was 2 years old. Sam and his father were rock climbers and Sam’s grandfather, a brave man called Tom Hawking was one, too. He died in a mountain looking for a treasure. He told about it to his son and his only grandson, Sam. The boy had wanted to go on this expedition all his life, it was his dream.
They only had a small problem, according to his grandfather; the treasure was in Mount McKinley, the highest mountain of the Alaska Range!!! But they were not lost at all; Tom had given John a map before he died. It was a strange map but they knew that with time they would learn to read it.
In the journey, they met a man called Bruce who was going to climb the same mountain with the difference that he didn’t know anything about a hidden treasure. At first, they were not planning to tell him about it but some hours later they became very good friends and John thought that maybe he would be helpful and he told him about the treasure. Sam smiled but he didn’t agree with what his father had done, he didn’t trust him very much.
When they arrived in the airport, they separated. Bruce went to a hotel and Sam and John went to a cabin that Tom had left for them before dying. They agreed to go together the next morning in search of the coveted treasure. The next day Bruce was waiting with a carriage pulled by polar wolves. He had rented them since the first part of the mountain had a path for moving. This time who was not too happy with the idea was John who preferred to live the adventure without the aid of anything.
They advanced with the carriage all morning until there was no more way to follow. From that moment onwards they began to escalate until night fell. John, who was the leader of the group, decided it was best to rest and continue in the morning. The next morning, they climbed to where the map indicated but arrived there too fast and they could not believe it was there where the treasure was. It was a small place with nothing to explore. All they had was a well that sure would die falling there. Suddenly Sam shouted. In the snow he found a paper with some kind of writing, the problem was that it was not written in English but in Spanish. None of them knew Spanish but Bruce had a plan, not a plan to help their friends, but a plan to betray them.
He pushed Sam and his father down the well and went to look for someone who could translate the message to then return for the treasure. But things did not go as expected. Sam and John fell down in a lake and they swam up. When they arrived they found the hidden treasure in front of them. There were a lot of gold coins and very many objects made of the same metal. There were many diamonds and other gemstones. They could not believe they were rich, richer than anyone in the world. The exit was in front of them, where did Tom die? John turned around and saw the lake. Now he understood everything. Tom did not know how to swim and therefore was dead at the bottom of the lake. But it was sad because he had completed the task that his father had given him, he had found the treasure.
The next day two tourists found Bruce dead. He had fallen down the mountain while he was coming back. Just out of curiosity, Sam and John went to find out what the message said. A Spanish man who was vacationing there told them that it said: close your eyes and trust.



Category B
Pen name: Carlos Rodriguez

The Time Machine

My days were often the same: going to school, playing the guitar, doing homework. I was very comfortable with that routine, but one day something incredible and marvelous happened that changed my life forever.
It was a regular day. I was walking back home thinking about all the things I had to do, when suddenly I remembered that the next day I had to bring to school something that I liked or that interested me to talk about it, and I couldn’t think of anything.
When I got home, I looked for something interesting to present, but I didn´t have anything in my room. So I looked into the other rooms with the same result. Disappointed, I went into the attic and between lots of boxes I found an old, dirty bicycle. I took it out and showed it to my parents.
“It´s from your granddad” said Father “Where did you find it?”
“I found it in the attic between some boxes” I answered quickly.
“Your granddad rode it to deliver newspapers when he was five years older than you are now” he explained.
“Can I take it to my class to talk about it?” I asked happily.
“In this conditions? I don´t think so” said dad.” Let me clean it and fix it so it will look as good as new”
After four hours, the job was done. The bicycle was in perfect conditions to be presented in front of a class
“Thanks a lot, dad”. I said “Now I have something to show at school.”
“I´m going to try it” I decided. “When I’m back I’ll tell you if it works well or not.” I told him.
The first five blocks, I rode that bike without any problems. But when I took a descending slope and accelerated, a beam of light came out from the wheel and I closed my eyes.
When it stopped, I opened them slowly; the first thing I saw was a beautiful park with a lot of young kids playing races with flying toy cars. The bike had taken me twenty years into the future.
“Awesome! This bicycle is a time machine!” I exclaimed. “I´ll take a look at the city and I’ll try to find myself”
I cycled around the City Centre looking at the modern buildings and how they were made in five seconds and with no people working on them. I also looked at the people’s clothes, made of brilliant colors.
I found my street and when I´ve arrived I saw a huge man with a white suit coming out of my house. When he got to the street he saw me and got astonished.
“What´s your name?” he asked me.
“My name is Jonathan” I answered calmly.
“Are you coming from the past?” he asked.
“Yes, but how do you know that I’m coming from the past?” I asked him interested.
“I know that because I’m you.” he said.
“Amazing!” I exclaimed “I found myself in the future too.”
“Yes, but you must go back to the past because your father, or better say, our father awaits you to tell him how the bicycle works” he told me.
“If I tell father that I traveled into the future, will he believe me?” I asked
“Maybe” he said “But you´ll never know if you don´t try.”
“O.K.; I’ll go back but I have two questions.” I said. “Am I going to marry my girlfriend, Susan? And How can I go back in time?”
“First, you´ll know that in your future, I don´t want to ruin the surprise, and second, you´ll go back in time pedaling backwards.” He said.
I started pedaling backwards after saying goodbye to my future. The same light appeared and I couldn`t keep my eyes open, like the first time. When I opened them I was in front of my house in the present time. I went in and told Father the story and, surprisingly, he believed me. Then I went to my room to rest after that great adventure and to think what was going to happen to me in the future.
The next day, I was happy but worried. I couldn’t decide if it was good to tell the whole story in my presentation at school. Finally, I decided I would do it.
When my turn to speak came, I took the bike and put it next to the teacher’s desk. Then I started to tell my story, and everybody believed me! “It’s very strange” I thought, but it is also very nice that they do not take me for a liar!
Now my life is different and exciting, thanks to the bike. When I come back from school, I always go for a ride on my magic bike.

Category B Pen name: Matelate

The scream in the house

It was a rainy Sunday when I received the news. It was my birthday and I had to
go to a strange place very far from my house. I didn’t know why my parents and I
were in the car going to this scary house. My parents only told me that we had to arrive at a specific place because of my father’s job.
I was very sad because I had been waiting for my birthday for a long time, and when the special day arrived my parents forgot about it. I thought that they were probably going to say or give me something when we arrived at the mysterious mansion. But that didn’t happen.
After four hours of travelling we arrived. There were two houses. One was very small and the other one was enormous. My father told me that I would have fun in the big house and that my mother and he were going to a meeting in the small one.
I didn’t want to go, but I didn’t complain. I understood that my father had to work so I went to the house like my father suggested. I opened the door and walked inside. Suddenly, with a loud noise the door slammed. Then the lights were cut off and that scared me. I was very nervous so I started to shout. At that moment the story of the death of my friend Paul’s mother came to my mind. I was in the middle of the darkness asking for help.
Then I heard a loud scream. I realised that it was a woman and that the noise came from the kitchen of the mansion, where I could see some light. I went there and I saw a kind of monster but I couldn’t see it well. I don’t know why, but that made me want to go in. There I saw it, it was an ugly monster. It walked to me, and when I thought that it was going to kill me I realised that it was my father in a costume.
All my friends came out the darkness and when my mother turned on the lights I saw that it was a birthday party for me. My friend Paul had organised the party and the scary situation, but I didn’t get angry. Now I am dancing happily at the greatest party I’ve ever had.


Category B
Pen name: Pedro

Diary of a Lieutenant

I looked down at my feet. For the first time in years, I let tears out of my eyes, hoping that my pain could get off with them as well. But, anyway, I knew I wouldn´t forget it so easily. And deep inside of me, I didn´t want to forget. How could I let myself forget it? How could I let it slip out of my memory like it had never happened? I couldn’t. It was unfair. After all he had done for me…
“In recognition of your courage, bravery and honor; on behalf of your country I give you this medal in deep gratitude for your success in battle”. I couldn’t get those words out of my head. Mostly, because I knew it was a lie.
Fortunately (or unfortunately, I can’t decide), I was the only person who knew it. While we were on that dirty lockup in that dirty village, while the other soldiers, totally hopeless about our situation, were having some rest for the next exhausting hard labor day, Mike told me his idea of how we could get out of that hideous cage.
He thought that, with the death of the captain, being me the next person on the hierarchy line, the group would accept better to be given orders by me. I told him it was unfair, but he wouldn’t listen.
Back to the cage, what he told me was not that bad. We could use a walkie-talkie that Harry carried with him to communicate with the other group, (that, by the way, might be dead by now), some branches and a cable that was on the floor of the cage to build a transmitter and send some signals to base. With a bit of luck, if they understood, they could deduce our position and send a rescue team. It seemed simple, but it was far to be like that.
According to my calculations, we had no more than two hours before the guard came to take us out. We had a half an hour delay building the device and when we finally sent our signals, we had no answer. When we were trying to send it again, the guard surprisingly came down to the basement and saw us. He immediately opened the cage, but I didn’t waste the opportunity. I punched him until he fainted (and maybe a little bit more) and we could get out of that bloody hut.
The signals we sent to base meant the coordinates of a wasteland a mile away from there. We calculated that reinforcements would arrive in half an hour, so we’d better get to walk. When we were finally there, we all whispered as we saw the helicopter rounding the area.
But while it was localizing us and getting down, enemy was coming closer and some shooting could be heard. Suddenly, Harry got hurt and some of us got to cover him while Mike and the others defended the area.
The helicopter finally landed. We were running towards it when something stopped me. Mike was on the ground, barely moving his head to watch us and ask for help. So, I immediately ran to him, but in the way, a bullet hit me on my knee and I fell, too. I could feel some hands taking me back to the helicopter; while Mike shouted desperately for help and I couldn’t do anything but shout his name until I fainted.
That was the image in my head while I looked at the medal.
“In recognition of your courage, bravery and honor…” What a lie.
I was supposed to lead the group, and the only thing I did was get nervous while the person who was supposed to be following my orders, was thinking about a solution. I let him defend the position, knowing that he was no better at shooting than me, while I did nothing, watching how Harry was healed, knowing that Mike was far better doctor than me or anybody else. I had to be the one who died and Mike who lived to get a medal of honor.
I couldn’t resist any more. With a scream that I would never thought that I could emit, I threw the medal to the river, where nobody could find it. If it wasn’t Mike´s, then nobody else deserved to have it.
Nobody else.


Category B
Pen name: JOHN

The Elements
A long time ago, in the middle ages, a great time of warriors and epic battles, there was a city, Olympia. This town was lead by a great man, Edward, who was brave and intelligent, and he had a son, Yami, who was fascinated by magic. But under this light, the good thing, there was dark, where terrible people lived, ruled by a dark magician. They wanted Olympia for themselves.
One day, these dark men took over Olympia by taking the king prisoner. Their leader, the dark magician, occupied the throne and sent some people to capture Yami, the heir. When they found him, Yami tried to run away, but they were faster than him, he was going to be captured and probably killed, but suddenly… a powerful wizard appeared and rescued Yami .Then he escaped outside the city, to the resistance town.
Yami was desperate, he didn’t know what to do, Dark was so powerful. He thought that if he became a magician, he could beat dark and claim the throne. So he met the magician who had saved him and he started training. The magician, named Jack, explained to Yami that all the spells are about 5 elements: fire, water, earth, air and lightning. All these elements are stronger and weaker than others. Every man was born with one element and then, when they had trained for a long time, they could get their second element, like him, who could control Earth and Fire. But some people, can be born with two elements, and can become the most powerful magicians. After the explanation, Yami started to look for his own element, and he discovered it, he had the element of Air. He was very happy. Jack told Yami that the best way to control the air was to try to cut a paper only with no hands, to control the air and make it sharp like the tip of a sword. So Yami started training several hours until he did it, he could cut the paper. The next stage was to launch a wave of sharp air to a tree, and cut it down. This was very difficult, but if he could do that, he could completely control the element, and maybe, he could find another one. Two days later he did it, he was very exhausted, he cut the tree and immediately he fell down. When he woke up he felt like a new person, full of power, and something else… the fire element! He was ready to learn spells. But he wouldn’t need Jack anymore, because he had to make the spells with his imagination. Yami was very intelligent and creative and he rapidly made lots of spells, but he invented one that was one of the most powerful in the world, because he combined the air and fire together. He was ready.
His next problem was to prepare the battle, so he gathered the best warriors of the resistance, and they made the best armors and weapons they could. They were ready to fight. He and his troops went all together to Olympia, they were unstoppable. The Dark had many soldiers, but the Light was fighting for their people so they were stronger. Suddenly, the dark magician appeared and beat most of the light soldiers. He was up in a mountain throwing thunders with his lightning element, and the soldiers near him were killed by his dangerous force. Yami didn’t know what to do, he was just a boy, but he remembered his best spell, and he knew he couldn’t lose. He used all his power to throw an amazing fireball, and then he used his air element to expand the fireball and divide it in one thousand fire balls, his best spell, the Rain of Fire. The black magician couldn’t believe it, there was no escape, he was dead.
The light won! Olympia was not controlled by the dark any more. But something was missing… Edward, Yami’s father! Yami searched in the entire town, inside each building. He didn’t find him, until he saw him unconscious lying on the street. He had escaped from the dark but, unfortunately, he had fainted. Yami took him safely to his castle and called the best doctors in Olympia, they told Yami that he was only exhausted and that he had to rest some time. The next day, Edward woke up with a smile in his face, because Yami was next to him. Finally, they were all together.
Edward took the throne again and Yami became the best wizard in Olympia. The people reconstructed the destroyed buildings and they lived in peace again. They all knew that the dark would never defeat the light, no matter how much time passed, the Light would always win.

Category B
Pen name: Juanito Alcachofa

Sleeping is impossible if you think

Some nights I cannot sleep
because I remember her in my dreams.
Some days I cannot be awake
'cause I couldn't clear my mind the previous day.
Sometimes I ask myself,
Why do these awful situations happen to them?
Sometimes I'm scared of things,
things that may hurt me.
What if I see a white figure coming at me?
What if it's not real and I believe?
What if, 'cause of that, I die of fright?
What if I cannot get over from that blank?
Some people often tell me I must shout,
shout until I have no more pain.
And when I do that,
I feel well, until then,
When I start thinking again.



Category C
Pen name: Towers Boy

'The whatif theme'

Every night as I'm trying to sleep
When in my head I start counting sheep
My mind suddenly takes off
And I get stressed, a lot
The whatif theme is now inside
And I don't know what this is all about
What if I don't get married?
What if my wedding is in Paris?
What if they clear my brain?
What if I die on a plane?
What if I don't leave the nest?
What if god loves me best?
What if I get a miserable job?
What if I fail to open the doorknob?
I sometimes don't know what to do
It’s the whatif theme that's put me through.

END

Category C
Pen name: 'Waffle'

Drunken Night

I was lying on my bed
One Saturday’s afternoon.
My hair was completely red,
And mom was coming soon.

So I remembered that
the previous Friday´s night,
I had had a very good time
drinking some wine.

I remembered my friends saying
"Wait, you´re going to get drunk"
I was only acting and said
"Keep calm, it´s only a prank".

But I really got inebriated
and someone dyed my hair red.
"You look like a chicken"
told me my friend Fred.

After a few minutes,
my mom arrived
"You´re going to regret it" and told me
"you were advised".



category C
Nickname : Mister S.

THE NIGHT

The night
When people go to sleep
Under the huge, bright and white moonlight
As the autumn leaves falling on to the street
As the twilight of life
Making me feel happy about being alive
As lovers on Saint Valentine’s Day
The night
Reminds us that tomorrow will be the beginning of a new day.


Category C
Pen name: MR.TOMMY.H

A never ending trip

We are sailing in the sea,
my mom, my sister and me.
We are on our holiday trip,
but I’m really falling asleep.
We have been sailing since 1998,
leaving our lives in hands of fate.
15 years have passed
since we left our dust.
I don´t want to lose hope,
but I think we´re going down the slope.





Category C
Pen name: Jack Johnson

The questions of my life

Yesterday, after I came back from school
while I was studying in my room,
a lot of whatifs started talking in my head:
What if I have no food?
What if my friends start being rude?
What if my parents die?
What if I make somebody cry?
What if I lose my home?
What if there is a bomb?
What if I don't have clothes?
Who knows what's gonna happen
until another rain of whatifs comes again?



Category C
Pen name: Phelps

Is it important?

Yesterday while I was playing my games
a bunch of What ifs got into my head.
Although I tried to avoid them,
They were already inside there.

What if I am eaten by a lion?
What if I eat a crayon?
What if I lose my keys?
What if I get sick?
What if I fail my test?
What if I learn to play chess?
What if I fall and die?
What if I get sad?
What if I start playing the guitar?
What if I find a star?

I gave no importance to this
And continued doing my things.

Category C
Pen name: “The Beto”

MY WORLD

If I were in charge of the world,
I´d cancel Mondays,
Vegetables and fruits.

If I were in charge of the world,
There´d be more vacations,
Shorter classes and
Better meals at lunch.

If I were in charge of the world,
You wouldn´t have to be responsible,
You wouldn´t have to get married
You wouldn´t have, “Sorry.”
Or "Do your homework"
You wouldn´t even get implicated in anything.

If I were in charge of the world
An angry mom would only be at home
And all movies would be funny.
And a person with no worries,
And who never forgets to listen to music,
Would still be allowed to be in charge of the world


Category C
Pen name: Nicardo

The Black man

He is a funny boy.
He makes us laugh.
He always wants to jump,
And accidentally into all things he bumps.

His skin is as black as coal,
And his teeth are as white as snow.
He wears clothes as red as fire,
And he never feels tired.

He always thinks about his childhood,
The pictures he looks at make him glad.
When he was a kid he was thin,
But now he eats so much, he has become fat
And he is living in a big flat.

He always eats a big piece of bread,
As big as his head.
His hair is so fair
That he thinks God has given him
A tiny piece of sun.


Category C
Nickname: Scott

I Could Make it Better

If I were in charge of the world,
I ´d cancel Monday mornings,
Tuesday mornings, syntaxes and Literature.
If I were in charge of the world,
There’d be brighter nights,
Football and basketball would be subjects at school and
There’d be healthier hamsters and dogs.
If I were in charge of the world,
You wouldn’t have homework,
You wouldn’t have, “Clean up”,
Or bullies at school,
You wouldn’t have beds on which you are not allowed to lunch.
If I were in charge of the world,
Ham would be a vegetable,
All American Pie movies would be rated G.
And a person who sometimes forgets to brush
And works with bees
Would still be allowed to be
In charge of the world


Category C
Pen name: Smart

If I

If I were in charge of the world,
I´d cancel math classes,
School in the mornings,
The chemistry teacher, and also the school timetable.

If I were in charge of the world,
There´d be bigger cokes at Mc Donald’s
Deeper pools, and
Basketball hoops forty eight inches lower.

If I were in charge of the world,
You wouldn´t have limited credit in your SUBE,
You wouldn´t need to stay the whole period in class,
You wouldn´t need to be eighteen to drive,
Or need an ID to enter a bar,
You wouldn´t even have sisters.

If I were in charge of the world,
All the food we like would be a vegetable,
All subjects would be extracurricular,
And a person who sometimes forgot his homework,
Would be still allowed to be
In charge of the world.

Category C
Pen name: CANDLE

IF I WERE IN CHARGE OF THE WORLD

If I were in charge of the world
I ´d cancel school,
Alcohol,
Ricky Martin and Justin Bieber
If I were in charge of the world
There would be more time to watch TV
No queues at the supermarkets
There’d be fewer children working
If I were in charge of the world
You wouldn’t have sickness
You wouldn’t have pie
You wouldn’t have street lanes
Or "Don’t touch cigarettes"
You wouldn’t even have cigarettes
If I were in charge of the world,
A big hamburger with bacon would be a vegetable
Chocolate milk would be free
Evening showers would be banned
The moon would not exist, just the sun


Category C
Pen name: FrankP

Dream stealer

Every time I lay in bed
Some Whatifs get inside my head,
And they sing a song
About a world of their own

What if I never sleep?
What if I fall into a pit?
What if I can’t afford a car?
What if a dog falls in love with a cat?
What if I break my shoulder?
What if I never become older?
What if I never learn to fight?
What if I get lost into the night?
What if I lose a friend?
What if the world comes to an end?

When all is set up for me to sleep,
These Whatifs come and steal my dream.
Category C
Pen name: FranDlc

God

He was on the street
while everyone was asleep
Suddenly, his eyes closed
and he appeared down a road

Then a big man appeared
he told him: "Have no fear"
He took him to the sky,
And so he wondered, “who is this guy?”

He asked him: "Are you God?
You are really different from what I thought.”
Then he started to cry
until his eyes finally dried

Then his eyes were opened
and he found himself really content
He said: "Thank you God,
I would love to meet you again.”

Category C
Pen name: Mark Armstrong

Who am I?

Take out the trash in your mind,
Turn it into ashes in your hand.
Open your palm and swiftly blow,
And simply let your emotions flow.

Through a river, down a slope,
When you feel like you're losing hope,
And life slips through your fingers,
And from your eyes a tear falls.

When you feel trapped in your own skin,
And the wall between good and evil is so thin.
When you feel like you can't even lean
In all your smiles and all your lies,
And you're holding on to nothing to your life.

And you're looking at smiles from miles away,
And you don't want to stay,
Just think twice before you blink.

Just cry and you may fly somewhere,
In your soul, to a place, deep down below,
Where your thoughts aren't a maze,
Where you don't even know your name.



Category C
Pen name: The Real Slim Shady

Questions

Always I tell myself
some questions about my life
they are not letting me sleep at night
I need to take them out of my mind
the most common ones would be:

What if I am not really here?
and if I have no ears?
what if I fail the test?
what if I am hit by all the rest?
what if my parents die?
what if they see me cry?
what if I become very fat?
what if I become hurt by a big cat?

The "what if" is always there
but someday I will take it out
I will have no nightmares
anymore, not again.

Category C
Pen name: Eder Alvarez Balanta

Brother

I had a little brother
First, I thought he wouldn’t bother
But then, I told my mother
That my little brother
Was as pesky as a joker.
My mother said that it is normal
That one brother bothers another,
She said also that brothers are so special,
And I have to take him in.
“Later on when you grow up
And your brother doesn’t bother
You will notice that a brother,
Is not just a type of bother.
Quite the contrary, you will see.
So I can tell you that a brother
After all, is not a bother at all.”


Category C
Pen name: GJ

POEM
Problems

Last week, while I was thinking in my bed,
About some problems around me;
I was thinking in my head
And some whatifs appeared to me:

What if I´m dumb at school?
What if I start howling to the moon?
What if I don´t pass the test?
What if I can´t do my best?
What if I´m not faster than you?
What if they don´t tell me the truth?
What if I don´t know what to do?
That would be a problem too …


Category C
Nickname: Pacha147

Big Brother

I have a big brother
Once he hit me hard
But his hit was deeper than that
Because of that, I told my mum
However, she didn´t listen to me
Therefore I told my dad
And just as my mother did, he ignored me
So I went alone to my room
And it was at that moment that I realized
That my brother had hurt my heart.


Category C
Pen name: The mole

BECAUSE NATURE TOLD US SO
“Mosquito”

Splat.
Another one bites the dust.

Such inevitable fate
As we’ve been cursed.
As we lust for blood.
Because nature told us so.

We are unwanted guests.
Our skills are put to test.
We have no time to rest.

Sting.
An interlude between our wings.

We have finished our meal.
The wound starts to heal.
There is no time for relief.
We don’t know what would happen if…

It is not Darwin’s fault.
It is not Kafka’s either.
It is not even our fault.
Because nature told us so.


Category C
Pen name: No Expectations.

Why not just playing?

Why do we only try to win?
Why if you lose you're nobody?
Why don't we just play
Having fun, enjoying the game?

Why losing always means death?
If every player does the same
Not succeeding in your whole life
Then, what's up? Let's just smile!
What if we just don't care?
Some people win, some other fail
Winning is not the sun
Losing is not the rain

Thousands of stupid wars
Why don't people just live life?
Suffering, tears and pain
Can’t you see?
Life is not about defeat,
We should love the other, live with him.

Like a bird which learns to fly
We might learn, to live our life




Category C
Pen name: Spider Man

My bag

In my bag there´s a book,
Oh look! There´s also a hook!
In my bag there´s a bear,
Oh, this I swear.
In my bag I found the sky.
Well, this may be a lie,
But I really want to make this poem rhyme.

My bag is full of things,
Awesome things.
If you dare look into it,
I am really proud of it.
Although it may be small,
It contains what I care most.
Without my bag,
My life would really suck.


Category C
Pen name: Willy Wonka