A former student (13-year-old) from last year shared these poems...

"the eyes can't see"

I look through walls.
I can.
But I see awful things.
Empty faces / People talking;
what they say
has no meaning.
I see everything
through the dark mirrors of my heart,
through the open windows of my mind.
Not with the eyes.
Eyes can't see the truth.
Not our eyes.

"Written for You"

Her eyes glow.
So sensitive.
She knows what I want, but...
she's not sure.
Her hair, I love.
So beautiful.
She likes something about me.
I wish I knew how she feels,
if she suffers without me,
like I suffer without her.
The only one I really need.

I feel something,
I don't know what.
But...
I love feeling that way.
Her lips, I kissed once.
Those lips kissed mine.
It was summer - warm -
I think, I remember.

Her scent is charming.
A face always calm, unless...
A creature that came from heaven -
or hell.
Perfect - and yet (so) destructive for my life.
Came from another world - I'm sure.
And like a stormy wind
disturbed the waters of my heart.
So nice to be a human -
so unpredictable.
But always full of harmony and beauty.

-Phoebos G.