Live From Mars was active July 1996-December 1997.

Posters by 8th Grade English Students

For Mars Night: Lake Hazel Middle School in Idaho

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Searching only for the truth
Only wanting to know what's really out there
Losing contact
Revealing answers to questions
Striving to Equal
Yearning to befriend the unknown
Secrets hidden by the powerful
Trying to understand
Everlasting doubt
Mortifying consequences for the truth
by Kristin Davidson
by Jessi Bunch and Angie Nelson
Little Green Martians
Do you think that they exist?
With beady little eyes
That pierce through the darkness
Their slimy little fingers
Or could they be antennae?
They are coming to get me and
I don't know why.
"Take me to your leader"
They threaten me with rays
But I will resist
I will not succumb to their evil ways
They jab me with a stick
And poke me in the eye.
They torture and experiment
I really wanna die
Save me please, oh god!
I cannot take much more
They're playing with my brain
And my head is really sore!
Do you have some aspirin
or maybe an epidural,
Because if I keep writing this poem,
I might get a referral!
Space, the final frontier.

by Erin Pew
Did you ever stop to think what could be beyond space?
Is it really the final frontier?
Are there other galaxies with stars shining brightly?
Other life forms?
What makes you think that this is it?
How could we possibly be the only living, breathing creatures?
I believe that somewhere there are other galaxies, other creatures.

A Poem About Mars
by Daylyn Warren
A glowing red fire ball never to cease.
Little aliens hide deep within its everlasting peace.
Red Planet spinning around in space.
Questions by Cindi Haycock
Are there really aliens on Mars?
What do they look like?
Are they green and scary
As Mars turns up in space,
is it holding creatures?
Is it the home of scary martians?
Will we ever know?

Alien by Amanda Bird
Pulsing, raging, smokey black, hide your eyes and turn your back.
Sticky, string-like, spiney bones, piece of fear that moans and groans.
Gas and garbage, trunky trash, ugly green and purple rash.
Large and hollow chunk of mush, living in a screaming hush.
Burning hot and scalding trump, disformed mass of bumpy hump.
Spikey point of sharpened hairs, sneaking through each other's lairs.
Watching us here down on Earth, wait for a power rebirth.
Hoping soon to overcome, and be the last living one.
Spying stars, peeking comets, aid the lurking silent vomit.
Bubbley spaces and their eyes, search for freedom in the skies.
You may not know, you may not care, you may not even know quite where.
But somewhere in the space's a bein', watching you from Mars...