By: Apostolopoulou Konstadina, Karatza Sofia, Karidi Ifigenia, Malatara Reggina

Healthy food is fun to eat,

Fruits and veggies are so sweet

Grains and nuts, colorful and nice,

Eating good makes us feel happy!

Every night and every day,

Healthy food is the way!

Every bite helps us grow strong,

With healthy food nothing goes wrong.

Lets enjoy this tasty treat,

Healthy food cant be beat!

Every night and every day,

Healthy food is the way!

By Helen Mylona

“Maybe in another life

Till I open my eyes

I will still be alive

With you by my side.

And the sun will rise

With the hope of tomorrow

And the world’s gonna shine

No more war, no more sorrow.

And I’ll give you my heart

Knowing you’ll never break it

And you’ll keep it locked in yours

I’ll never feel betrayed.

Maybe it’s just not the moment

To dream of something big

But in another life, maybe

We’ll be ready to win”

By Helen Mylona

I’m cold out here. I feel like shivering.

I’m waiting outside the gym, in the school yard. It’s raining and maybe there is a little haze. I’m not sure.

We have nearly an hour for lessons to start.

I always come here much earlier because I find peace. I wanna get some energy and peaceful free time alone before school gets crowded again.

I hold the case of my Bluetooth earbuds tightly because of the cold. It nearly breaks.

I scratch my nails nervously causing the cheap black nail polish I found in the closet this morning to peel off. My phone is also dead, so I can’t even scroll down my messages. Probably the ones from my mother. Every time I leave so early, she texts me and calls me because she knows I can’t stand the situation going on at home. I can’t talk to her, I can’t look at her, I can’t even stand myself there. I feel like the old walls trap me in between them, wanting to strangle me.

Cracking sounds and footfalls catch my attention, and I turn around seeing that one person I never expected to see here at this time. The one I hate so much that makes me forget my problems immediately. The one that’s so rich and spoilt thinking she owns the whole school and makes me wanna punch her beautiful face. No bruises, no wrinkles, no mascara ruined. Ever. Not a single sign of passing time on her. Absolute perfection. Sometimes I’m jealous of that, but there’s nothing more to be jealous of, other than a pretty young face and a stunning soft body.

Her dark hair is tied up in a strict ponytail. She’s like that only on the days when we have gymnastics. All the other days she lets her straight long hair cover her back. She fixes the characteristic black ribbon she always wears on her Chanel vest. It’s her sign of power. Like she’s the queen in the kingdom called high school.

I’m not sure if she has noticed me, until she does. She gets closer to the bench I’m sitting on, and I can clearly see the smirk on her face. I stand up facing her.

We’re not talking. Just looking at each other. The tension makes my heart skip a beat and my blood rush into my whole body.

It’s her. My bully. My torture. A diva. The upcoming prom queen. A kind face with a cruel heart. The person that makes my heart burn into flames. The place I’ll always come back to. Her

By Helen Mylona

I think it is night. Or maybe morning. I don’t know anything anymore. I don’t know how many days I’ve been locked up in this room. All I remember is the last kiss my mother gave to me on my forehead before I went to sleep that cold November night. Now the sweet oblivion of my past is the only thing that characterizes me.

The windows are closed in this room, and I hear some footsteps coming towards me. I feel haunted and I wanna scream but I can’t. This tape on my mouth is the obstacle. Someone enters the room, and I think it’s a man. He gets closer to me and then I recognize who he is. That disgusting face with the ironic look claiming he has won belongs to the man that has been stalking my sister for the last month. I had noticed her fear for days, so one night I wore her clothes pretending to be her, not knowing though that this obsessed man would kidnap me.

Seeing his face up close I feel like throwing up. Maybe because I haven’t eaten for days. But I know he knows how I am. I can tell it as he raises the gun and places it on my forehead, and before he pulls the trigger, I know I won, not him.

Then everything turns blank…But then I open my eyes realizing it was just a bad dream.

By Erina Vasilakopoulou

What is love?

Love is but an illusion.

Tainted by the ignorance of mind

And amoral gullibility

When are you in love with someone?

How many nights have you spent thinking about them and smiling to yourself like a 5-year old toddler that was given candy?

I’m sure that could count as love right?

Well, skip forward a few weeks, months, years.

Now they’re hugging someone else, they’re laughing with someone else, they’re happy with someone else.

They don’t see you anymore. You are nothing but a person from the past.

How many nights will you spent thinking about them ,

and crying yourself to sleep, like a 5-year old toddler, that someone stole his candy?

Do you still think it was love back then?

Yes, because you’re hurting. That means you loved them, right?

But is love supposed to hurt? Love and pain are set apart by a very thin line. It sounds so wrong, so very wrong. Love is not supposed to hurt. Love is supposed to have a positive meaning.

And did they ever love you? Is it possible for them to have loved you before and to have stopped loving you after a while? Can you stop loving someone?

And if you do, was it ever love in the first place?

So what is love?

Love is but a selfish obsession.

Obligatory devotion.

Passionate lust.

Hidden under a beautiful quilt.

That sounds harsh. An obsession is not a healthy  behavior, it doesn’t have a positive meaning.

Love isn’t supposed to have a negative meaning right?

Right, but then why are you so «obsessed» with them? Why does your mood depends on them to a great extent if not completely? Why do you want to see them everytime you’re not with them? Why do you find excuses to talk to them, for no apparent reason? Why, if not because you’re obsessed with them?

Maybe that’s not love either. Maybe that’s exactly what it sounds like, an obsession. An obsession with the idea of someone, the idea of being with them.

Love is but an idea.

That’s depressing. Love is such a beautiful word, for it not to be true. But maybe exactly for that, it doesn’t exist. Unicorns and Pegasus are some of the most extraordinary and beautiful creatures to exist. But wait, they don’t actually exist. They are not real. So maybe love is not real either.

Who is to tell though that unicorns and Pegasus don’t exist? How can you prove that something is not there? You can’t.

So maybe love does exist.

If so, what is love?

Well, I don’t know. I have no idea what love is, but maybe we can pretend. We can pretend that we know what love is, when we say I love you. We can pretend that we can set apart love from lust, passion, pain, fear, self-sacrifice, obsession.

We can pretend. Just for a while… And maybe by pretending you will actually find out eventually. Fake it till you make it, don’t they say? That doesn’t sound right either. I don’t like to think love is fake.

But then, what is love?

Love is but a fall.

We fall many times in our lifetime, we fall during the first months of our lives when we learn to walk, we fall during our childhood when we’re playing, we fall during our teenage years. But that’s a different kind of fall, that’s falling in love.

Maybe that’s why I prefer the term falling in love, than the greek word «erotevomai»

Because it includes the fall.

With that at least, I’m actually familiar.

I think I know what love is.

Love isn’t something you can determine exactly. Love is the X in an equation. It doesn’t have a form, or a specific feeling. Love isn’t supposed to be something. It just is. And maybe that’s the magic of it all. You just put the X in the equation and find the result.

And like equations are impossible, maybe love is nothing of the above.

And like equations are possible for every number, maybe love is all of the above.

 You can’t determine it, unless you solve it. So, go ahead.

Find out, what love is.

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The Void of Joy

(By Trisevgeni Tzefriou)

The lights off

eyes tired

the celebration is over

and a void in their hearts.

Now black Hope

lost sunbeam

everything ends

dreams melt

Hollow feelings

heart with spaces

they left a canoe

the purity was extinguished

Oh! joys with emptiness

Oh! celebrations with air

Oh! you who cheat

you are trampling on freedom

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“Το κενό… της xαράς”

τα φωτάκια σβησμένα

τα μάτια κουρασμένα

η γιορτή τελείωσε

και ένα κενό στις καρδιές τους.

Τώρα μαύρη ελπίδα

χαμένη ηλιαχτίδα

όλα τελειώνουν

τα όνειρα λιώνουν.

Κούφια αισθήματα

καρδιά με διαστήματα

ένα κενό αφήσαν

την αγνότητα σβήσαν.

Ω! χαρές με κενό

Ω! γιορτές με αέρα

Ω! εσείς που εξαπατάτε

την ελευθερία καταπατάτε.

Life is a challenge

 (By Andriana Skaltsa)

Running through this maze

That we call life

Finding the strength

In order to get by

Try stay focused

Cause life won’t be easy

 Be courageous

And you will thrive

Keep your heart safe

Away from the darkness

Find hope

And go after happiness

If our lives were easy,

If we didn’t fall,

And without challenges,

Will we learn at all?

Seeking out glory

Trying to be great

Even with the trials

Life is worth the wait

Greed

By Eleni-Maria Trianti

And then, I was on a boat, all alone,

In an ocean that seemed as if it was my own,

The paddle had drowned, along with my ambition.

What’s the worth of an agent without a mission?

As the time flew by,

The need to quench my thirst grew stronger on the inside.

So, I looked around,

And I thought “water’s nowhere to be found”.

I looked around again, twice and thrice.

I could drink the water, but, at what price?

So, I proceeded to drink,

Since I was unable to think.

But, the thirst inside me grew stronger and stronger.

Is this it? Is it over?

Why is it that I never succeed?

Could it be because of my greed?

Beauty

By Myrto Zapandioti

They pulled out your horns, your claws, your fangs

They carved them into necklaces and wrapped them around your neck

You’re finally beautiful; watery eyes and bloody gums

But you smile

You smile because you were ordered to

You smile because your life depends on it

Your teeth holding back the blood in your mouth

Your teeth holding back your pain

You open your mouth and the blood comes gashing out

But your blood is not beautiful

So you never open your mouth again

You never speak, you never think

You just smile

The others look down on you now

They have sharp claws, like the ones you had before they took them away from you

Now you have become weak

You have become their target

As their claws are piercing your soft skin

You are being told to smile once more

Because your screams aren’t pretty

Neither is your blood because your blood is yours

And you are not beautiful; only your pain is.