Premonition

A funny feeling
Deep inside
If it’s wrong
It'll hurt my pride

Deja vu
Let's me see
The future
In front of me

We danced all night long
Until she came home with me
One night stand oh man

I've seen that before,
Replaying like an old familar movie,
Pictures and faces reappear
Sounds and noises,
It was a dram before,
A dream's that reality

Deja Vu

By Owen Mayhew
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 12

Sometimes I see things in my dream,
And life goes on for a time,
then out of the blue, and sudden like a scream,
it returns in a way most sublime.

I know not how to explain this
happening first inside then out,
I know it is strange to reminisce,
something I should not know about.

And it is most peculiar,
that I should see life this way,
and it is very difficult to meter,
What is real and what is fake.

Sometimes I see things in my dream,
And life goes on for a time,
then out of the blue, and sudden like a scream,
it returns in a way most sublime.

Restless Sleep

By Katy Turner
Bellows Free Academy St. Albans, Grade 9

Her sixth sense was not as
prized
as it would seem.
In fact,
it scared her more than
real life.
The voices seemed truer than
those around her,
as she paid more attention to those
screaming in her head.
Why was it she could see
the future
in her sleep,
but had trouble comprehending reality
when awake?
Her dreams as vivid as the
vibrant colors of day,
they often told a story
that she tried to defy.
Her rebellious acts could only pay off
in the end.

I slept one night
And dreamt
That I walked along a familiar street
Swarming with unfamiliar faces
Black and white
And everything grey
Save for one man in a red shirt
He looked my way and smiled
Before turning to the crowd
Disappearing into the masses
Before I awoke unto the day
I walked along the street this morning
It was cold, overcast, and grey
People pushed and people shoved

Some how it came to me,
it was in a dream of mine.
I was sitting in class one day
when this dream of mine came.
It made me nervous all day long,
that dream of mine.
Then when I went home I was fine
could that dream of mine be false?
The phone then rang,
the dream coming to life?
Some how my mother knew,
for she called to see if I was alright.

Waking up in a cold panicked sweat,
Feeling my heartbeat faster with every breath.
Is it real? Is it over?
It was just a dream. It is now over.
Starting a new day,
hoping everything goes as planned.
I turn my head and see a strangely familiar scene.
It is really happening my dream is coming true.
People running, screaming, crying for help.

Premonition

By Matteo Björnsson
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

A small premonition.
Removed volition.
Without permission
You act.
It was an interesting condition
That forced this disposition
To do what you felt right.
Now a mission,
A hurried expedition.
Proceeding on a hunch.
Some would say
It was a careless exhibition
Of mental malnutrition.
You must act
On this premonition.
Which your mind had commissioned.

I wish I could see what’s coming
So I could know what my life is becoming
But for now I must just exist
And focus on everything in my midst
On this wish I cannot dwell
For only time will tell

I feel it coming,
There’s a shiver that runs down my spine.
There’s the sound of someone,
Something lingering.
I can feel it looking at me.
I hear the sound of its slow intake of breath…
I know what’s going to happen next,
My mind is saying the worst.
And then……
It happened.

I’ve got this feeling inside me
An anxiety
It might just explode if I cannot get it out of me
Premonition…

Kelly Davis
I can sense it coming
Feeling, without knowing
What is it, where is it
I do not know, but I will soon
I wait, limbs shaking
A shiver runs down my spine
The image is not clear
A blurred future awaits me

My intuition was a tickin'

Is that grandma's head mounted on the wall?

While around our head and shoulders our life falls in ruins

What a ball

I had a premonition once when I was a passenger in a golf cart and we started rolling down a hill with no brakes. I new from the minute we started driving there was a chance something bad might happen. I was right and it came true…we hit a tree.

She was standing on the sidewalk
And saw the car turn onto her street.
An image flashed to her mind,
“An accident will happen,”
She heard a voice say.
The car was coming
Faster and faster, closer and closer.
A ball rolled into the street
And a small boy followed after.
The caveat-
The image in her head;
This was it!
Without a thought,
No pause at all,
She ran for the boy,

There it is
I remember this
From a long time ago
Lost in my memory

Waves of thoughts pull me in –
Into the ocean of dread
Something bad is going to happen
I know it my head

Here it comes!
This will end badly
The end of the scene:
They all leave sadly.

“I HAVE A PREMONITION!” yelled the 7 year old.
“IT WILL RAINNN TOMORROW!” he yelled in a voice akin to that of Martin Luther King Jr.
His dad looked at him with a questioning look, “You were watching the Weather Channel again weren’t you Dan.”
“No….” Dan said quietly.

Predicting future
Preparing for the new events
Accomplishment

Feeling Good

By Julie Boyd
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

I have a good feeling about today
Everything is going to be great
There’s something sweet in the air
A song in my heart moving me on
Toward the good day I feel coming

Premonition

By Leah Thomas
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Premonition,
That eerie feeling
By its definition
Puts you flat against the ceiling
A false belief,
Or perhaps a true prediction,
A thought taker, a thief
It could become a horrible addiction,
Might be possible and come true
A forewarning of the next year
Something that’s stickier then glue
It’s coming close, it’s almost here
That eerie feeling
Premonition

You feel it coming
Once again,
The dread within your stomach
It weighs you down
Your mood
Your body
All in shades of gray.

Luckily your gut was wrong
Telling you a lie
The bad you thought,
Was bound to come
Never crossed your path.

A feeling
Intuition
That wrenches
The stomach
Clouds the brain
And it is ignored
Until a later time
When a familiar
Scene repeats itself
And then you know
The significance
Of the previous
Confusion
Restlessness
And illusion.

Just a Dream?

By Robert Knox
Rutland High School, Grade 11

You go down stairs
To a surprising
Family breakfast
Your parents say
That they want
To rebuild their
Relationship with you
This all seems
To be too good
To be true
You leave for school
Everything seems to
Be going great
You get the
Highest grade on
That test that
Everyone thought
They were going
To fail
You rekindle
That flame with
Your ex-boyfriend
And are talking
To your best friend again
Towards the end
Of the day when
You are actually
Looking forward to
Going home, you
Get called down to
The principal's office
And are told that
Your house was
Set ablaze with
Your family inside
It doesn't seem right
Just when everything
Was starting to work
You arrive home with
Tears in your eyes
And wake up to
The sound of
The alarm clock
It was all
Just a dream
None of that
Actually happened
You get dressed
And go down stairs
To a surprising
Family breakfast

Superstitious

By Devin Suozzi-Rearic
Champlain Valley Union High School, Grade 11

I had a
dream once that he
died.
I told it to
everyone so it
wouldn't come
true.
Then I'd
listen to him
breathing at
night to
make sure he was still
alive.

I was so
paranoid, so
superstitious.

I wish I could
say I'd lost
faith in my
superstitions,
but I can't.
I think I will
always be this
way, no matter
how many times they
fail me.

Premonition

By Sean McCoy
Fairfield Center School, Grade 8

That eerie feeling
Of the unknown
Of knowing what’s right
Without the answers shown

The instinct and sureness
And knowing what to do
That gut feeling we have
Of what to choose

A guiding light
We don’t think with our brain
That’s usually right
Though we don’t know from where it came

Prediction, yet not based on past information
Read the future in my mind.
Every second that goes by, the feeling grows stronger and stronger.
My instincts are taking over my brain with their screeching voices, “DON’T DO IT!”
Oh! How dangerous it is. Chills run up and down my spine. Such a dreaded and horrible feeling washes over me.

Premonition

By Will Roberts
Fairfield Center School, Grade 8

I feel a premonition
Something that I don’t like
Not thoughts or superstition,
An aggravating spike

It pierces my thoughts
It alerts my conscious mind
A glimpse of major future acts
Good or bad I’ll find

I speak of what I see
But people laugh and tease
They make me feel so sad inside
Their trust I try to seize

And then it happens, fast
With sound and misery
What bad did happen, then and there?
I wanted them to see

Now that this strange deed
Has happened like I said
They believe that I was true
And tears they have to shed

Regret now fills the atmosphere
Like slowly falling snow
For not seeing that I was right
Has cost them, dearly so

If Only

By Katy Rutkowski
Mount Mansfield Union High School, Grade 9

Rings of tears
From
Circles of
Black. Girls who
Can’t imagine that
Somebody else
Hurts too, that
He meant something
To anyone but
Them.
Crying alone,
Out in the hall,
Ignored by the
Crush of people around her.
Pushed on my way,
I wish I could tell her
It’ll be alright.
But that would be
A lie, and
We both
Know it.
Instead she cries
On my shoulder,
My shirt soaking up the
Pain and lost love.
If only he knew
What she thought.
If only this dream I had
Never came true.

Whim

By Hannah Reichel
Dummerston Middle School, Grade 7

Ever since I was little
I’ve had fleeting images.
I see them with the eyes of one just
seeing
just passing by.
Then this image
one day
appears.
It happens again
and I realize
that I know it,
I’ve seen it before
and then I am no longer just looking.

There was the U-Haul truck
going south on 91
past the cornfields
and I knew this moment
had already been lived

There was the doll
I chose
and looking into her eyes
at her dark chestnut hair
I whispered
because I knew
Carmen
Four months later
there was a call
my cousin was born
a world away in Germany
dark chestnut hair
and round eyes
Carmen

Sometimes
I think it’s just coincidence
sometimes perhaps a day dream
now,
I see mostly fleeting images
light
as a sparrow
There, then not

But in the beginning
I was
maybe three
I told my mom
that her friend
was going to die
in a car accident
a whim
really
I just knew