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	Searching only for the truth Only wanting to know what's really out there Losing contact Anticipation 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
	Abduction 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...