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Your eyes close, Your mind slowly slips away Darkness is soon upon you. Suddenly, Something mysterious occurs. Colors, trees, buildings, people form, Within seconds, you have created a world Where you can be anything, anyone, anywhere. The ideas are endless like a fountain spurting water into the air. These new worlds are Nothing like reality, They are mystical, magical And peaceful. They help you fulfill your greatest fantasies And make you a better person. These worlds can have special meanings Or you could feel like you are leaning Off an edge of a cliff and seeing Your life flash before your eyes. Then You could be falling And landing in a river with a splash, Which might bring you into a whole new world, Where your peaceful, personal, private memories Come flooding back, And you can’t think of any other place you want To be, Until Your world turns to gray And everything changes to Your worst nightmare. Then you look up and see a glimmer of light And reach for it and pull it down. Then, Right before your eyes The world you created And got destroyed, Is back and you are ecstatic. A beeping sound Startles you. You run from it And hide in a bush, And close your eyes. When they re-open, A familiar scene awaits you, But the beeping is still present. You roll over, Hit the snooze button On the alarm. You arise feeling a strange Sense of déjà vu. This is the power of dreams. By Morgan Strachan
 * __ A Whole New World __**

**Magic** Pull a card, any card.

It is just a few tricks, it’s nothing hard. Go ahead and take your pick.

Sparkle dust, from the sky. Is it real? Or is it lies? How does it make you feel?

Poof! Pow! The wand says its magic words! And appears a rabbit! Incredible!

The amazing top hat, is like a never ending tunnel. A billowing cape, like a waterfall.

Take me away, to a mystical world. A flower appears, the magicians coat is a garden.

Believe it or not, magic is always near. Look around a bit, and have no fear. //Ashley//

Magic… It’s the galaxy… It stretches on forever. Its eternity… It will never die. Elegant… Dangerous… It chills my spine. The array of colors, a glowing sensation… It’s like a group of fireflies at night. The sounds of magic… WHOOSH! CRACKLE! SWISH! Magic is like a heart beating, a baby crying, a hand on my shoulder. It flows through my veins, It fills me with ecstasy… But when the magic is gone, My veins freeze… I can’t move… The light disappears, Darkness swallows everything… Until the magic returns… Until it returns…..
 * __Magic-Justin__**

** Love ** Love moves in mysterious way Like a water that keep waving in bay Love requires a lot of emotion That when you feel it, gets your full attention It’s you secret tool That is really powerful

Love is like wheels That go round and round as it goes Love never die that goes forever Love is a bridge that makes two Person connects to each other Love is not a machine that Anyone can easily control

Love knows where it should be It’s not just a grass that grows everywhere Love is bright as the sun That lights up someone’s life Love is a treasure That we need to pleasure -Daniel LOVE

Love is an addiction Sometimes it hurts but we all go back

Love is like a rollercoaster You can go up and down Love is a powerful thing It can take over our mind and body

Love is like a hug It envelops you in warmth But when the hug leaves You are left cold Wishing the warmth was back

Love is sweet and sour sauce Sometimes sweet sometimes sour But we love both No matter what happens You will always love it

By Jacinda

Love, Dreams and Magic By Jimena Montenegro June 10, 2010

Love, dreams, and magic were once 3 sisters. They worked hand in hand stamped in everybody’s mind.

But one day they parted sick and tired of each other they looked for their own fame make their own difference.

Those looking for love would find her in their soul, but some despised her so much that vanished she was from their existence.

Dreams were once the white dove peace and rest. Imagination at work. Many things she brought to the mind but in the end, again, vanquished she was.

Magic is a fantasy. A farytale, a frenzy, forbidden. Discriminated even more than her sisters. Death she has caused, therefore wandering alone those who have kept her, forget for whatshe is known.

Love, dreams and magic wandering, loved, despised, vanquished. In need for themselves like winter and cold.

Love, dreams and magic were once 3 sisters now looking for themselves foolishly wandering farther away. Dreams By Cole June 11, 2010 Dreams are emotions dreams run wild dreams run through us, whether adult, or child

Dreams can be crazy dreams can touch hearts dreams are creative, like pieces of art

Dreams can be scary and really don’t make sense. I could be drowning in water so cold and dense

But wait, what’s this it’s my pet giraffe and he says “I can save you” and I start to laugh

But wait, yet again I can’t laugh underwater, but my giraffe still flies me to a place where it’s hotter

But wait, one more time Giraffes cannot fly and here is his friend the slithering, slimy snake named “Hi”

But wait, once again a snake named Hi! but now I wake up, sit up, and sigh.

Now I will never know what was the end of that dream where I had made a few friends

But I will not cry, No! I will not weep because I will see them the next time, I’m asleep.