Young Writers Group discussion

"The Nature of Poetry"
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Dancing

through thoughts

and past lips.

Flowing smoothly

by rhythm –

whether rhyming or not –

of the hand-crafted words.

Brings forth

memories,

or otherwise

a deep sense of emotion,

in us all.

As dainty as

the fragile human heart

and life itself.

"An Ode to Roleplayers"
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To become another and walk in their shoes,

not through lines, or scripts, or even costumes.

To roleplay is to improvise;

to paint a picture with nothing but your voice.

Roleplay means

accents and hand motions and expressions.

Roleplayers are few;

we must take on many personalities,

not just one,

because without all of the characters

the game would die

and we would be left with nothing.

To roleplay is

a sense of adventure, a sense of belonging, a sense of uniqueness.

Roleplayers have unimaginable amounts of creativity

and intelligence that cannot be measured by tests or quizzes.

Roleplayers are often looked down upon

as if they don’t matter.

They do matter.

We do matter.

"Childhood Memory"
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Here at last,

the car trip past,

we stand in the snow

with faces aglow.

For a child,

the wild,

untamed beauty

as far as the eye can see

is astounding

and kind of overwhelming.

But to one much older,

they are more

likely to stay away

from that remarkably snowy day.

To show excitement for snow would be embarrassing.

"A Candle's Flame"
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Emotional

is what they call her.

The way she flickers

while they stand strong

disgusts them.

The pure white

souls

turn away from the beauty

of the untamed wonder

that they are unaccustomed to.

She’ll burn out;

fate will always push her to that.

And the others

will just stand as stoic as ever

until the wick is charred and black

and she is gone for good.

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Red.

Two faces

clouded in heat

from blushes gained

after secretive glances

and

lingering embraces.

Orange.

Watch the sunset,

hand in hand,

hoof in hoof.

It’s so beautiful

but not quite as pretty

as her.

Yellow.

The bright sun

shines down

and illuminates

her smiling face.

Green.

Unicorn and sheep

lie together

in the tall grass.

A soft kiss.

Maybe two.

It’s so peaceful,

just the two of them.

Blue.

A sky so open

to wonder,

so wide

and free,

so very

beautiful.

Indigo.

Flowers pale

in comparison

to her beauty.

Seeing her happy

makes me happy too.

I love

everything

about her.

Lastly, violet.

Her glossy coat

and

the final color

of her companion’s

fluffy wool.

A rainbow of color

races across the sky,

a beautiful signature

that says

“I’ll love you

forever.”

"She Walks In Shadows"
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She wakes in shadows
(I wish I could!)
She walks in silence
(Just shut up!)
She moves on alone
(Stop crowding me!)

n
o

m
o
r
e
!

m
a
k
e

i
t

s
t
o
p
!

Voices crowding her head
(Memories of disappointment.)
Expectations make her crack
(Broken down; hysterical tears.)
Shows her weakness
(I wish I could be strong.)

o
v
e
r
w
h
e
l
m
i
n
g
.

My god!
Does it ever end?

Perhaps if she can find herself,
then she might
possibly
have a chance.

"Leave Me Be"
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“Be better.

Be stronger.

Care more.

Try harder.”

I’m sorry I can’t

be perfect,

be absolutely perfect.

I can’t measure up

in every single way.

So why?

Why can’t you leave me be,

and just love all I can do,

all that I’m actually good at?

This is me we’re discussing.

Not a puzzle

not a problem

not one of your precious students.

Just that one girl

that cares more for fiction than reality

that isn’t very social

that isn’t getting straight A’s

that is best friends with two homosexual girls

(despite being straight)

that thinks differently than you do

that IS different from you.

So what if I care about

anime

manga

roleplaying

fanfictions

yaoi

yuri

my book

my favorite couplings

more than I care about

the shows you watch

your friends

socializing with family

going to football games.

I’m not social.

I don’t like sports.

I need time to myself a lot.

(No!

Don’t bring her into this!

Don’t you fucking dare!

I’m not the same as her!

Don’t you ever say that!

Ever!)

It hurts,

like a slap to the face

or a kick to the shin,

to know that you think so little of me.

Me.

Your daughter.

Am I really nothing to you?

Just the other twin?

You’re my mother.

It’s pathetic.

We could go and eternity

never fighting

but you,

you easily jab into the wound.

Tear it open.

Pour salt in it.

Rub it in.

I laugh it off.

She’s the smart one after all!

“Try harder.”

But that’s okay, because I’m the pretty one!

“Don’t you care how you look?”

We’re the best of friends!

“Be more like your sister.”

Well I’m sorry,

but maybe I fucking can’t.

Ever thought of that?

Hm?

Maybe I can’t be

anyone other than me.

Maybe that makes me a heartless bitch

(like you’re implying).

But I’d rather be a heartless bitch

than someone that would bend

to other’s expectations.

Didn’t you teach me that?

“Don’t let others decide who you are.”

Have you forgotten that already?

I haven’t.

You say that you worry about me,

but aren’t you really just worried

that I’ll be different

from what you always wanted

in a child?

I like your poems a lot. Very unique and interesting. Well done!

Nov13670 wrote: "I like your poems a lot. Very unique and interesting. Well done!"

Thank you very much! I'm glad you like them. :)

Welcome! :)

I love "Candles Flame" it is really really good

Thanks! :)