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I won
first place in the
Young Georgia Authors' Writing Competition. I'm pretty
psyched about it. [I didn't go to
award ceremony, though. I had an AP Test. But I got the award -- two
certificates and a
dictionary. But seriously...a
dictionary? O_o What kind of
award is that? ...Oh, well. I
won, and I guess that's all that
matters, really.] I do
appreciate the
dictionary... It helped me with my
project in
World History today. Haha.
Anyway... In all
honesty, I didn't think I was
going to win anything at
all. Of everything,
first place? But I'm
glad I did. ...But I
totally say the judges were
biased. Hehe.
Here's my
winning poem. It's called
"With Your Cold." Winter...forgive me,
But I do not understand..
I look about myself
And see all other beings
Hating your existence.
Why do they dislike you, Winter?
Do you know?
If they have a reason, please
Tell me...
I want to know...
Autumn...? No.
There is no need for
You to ask
My forgiveness...
There is nothing
To be forgiven.
I'll answer you, dear Autumn.
You ask why they dislike
My presence?
It could be the winds
I bring each year...
Or the dealthy chilling silence.
Completely, though,
They abhor the coldness.
And they blame me
For it all...
"I hate winter," they say.
They all say it.
They say this?
Oh, Winter...
How could they say
Such things of hatred
To you? What have you
Done to them?
From what I've heard
You've done nothing...
Don't fret, lonely season.
Let me be your friend.
If no one else, let it be
Me who does not
Abhor the winds you
Bring. Or the soul-chilling
Silence...
Give your coldness all
To me, Winter...
And I will never hate.
Do not worry for me, Autumn...
This hatred they give
Is never meant for
You...
Or I would not like
It to be.
I will let you hold
My friendship, dear Autumn.
But now,
I have one question
For you.
One question?
Ask me, my cold
Friend. And I will
Answer you.
I'd just like to know...
What makes you
Care for me?
Forgive me for
Not understanding,
But it is hard to
When your life has been
Lived without ever
Having to...
I cannot give you
An answer of "why",
My friend...
But I can tell you that
You captivate me.
I want your coldness
To myself...
All to myself for
Eternity.
Let me join you, Winter...
Let your cold
Take me...and envelop
My soul as well.
But, Autumn...
Are you sure this
Is the path you want?
To follow me
And forever be one
With the cold?
Only you will
Forever be one with
Cold, my friend.
But I never want to
See you alone.
I will join you, my love.
I will join your cold.
Let me be who
Brings the beginning.
Let them all blame
Me for this.
You will be the cold.
But let me chase
Away the warmth,
And be one,
Not with the cold...
But with you.
I would never want
The hatred upon
You, my darling...
It will not bother me,
Winter...
The hate will never leave
From you.
But I want to take
Some of it away.
Will you let me, my brother?
I will let you, my sister.
Come with me.
Come and be one with
Me. I will intwine my
Cold with your passion.
And let us forever
Be one.
You are my light,
Dear Autumn.
And I will be your cold.
In case no one got it, it's a conversation between the seasons Autumn and Winter (who are lovers in my mind). So, yeah. ...What do you guys think?
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