I'd like to enter. I don't know what category I'd fall under better, so I wrote a poem about both sorrow and friendship. Judge it as either master's or apprentice, depending on where you think it fits better. There aren't many apprentice poems, it seems, so it can go as one of of those.

Upon the Northern Cape

Last time I saw you, you were taller than me by a head and a half and you said someday, I'd grow as tall as you or taller, so just wait, Janus.

I think I'm taller than you ever were. You were big in my mind, but you'd be small if I could find you and hug you. 

If I could find you and hug you, you'd fold into my arms like a little bird or a little dream. 

If I could find you. 

If I wasn't standing upon the windswept northern cape.

If I knew where to began looking-

And if I found you, my friend, pale and sickly, locked in time forever,

You'd know that I would do anything for you.

I would fetch down the moon and stars if you and me could be set free from our monsters for a time.

If just for a moment, I want to go back to childhood and run with you in the palace once more.

If we could go back, we could sneak to the Earthbound ones again.

If we could go back, I'd hold your hand in the frozen forests so that I'd know where you always were.

If we could go back, I wouldn't be in this forest all alone.

If we could go back.... who is we? Go back to what?

I must find the answer

I must search

If I only knew what my answer was-

The answer is a dream, a jewel, a frozen flame.

It will bring my great happiness if I find it. 

It's the way to get something important. 

I take it for myself

I take it for Kid

Kid, Kid, the girl who seems so familiar and is looking for her family

If only she and I knew who our family were-

I don't know. I don't know anything.

I'm looking. 

I don't know what I'm looking for.

Perhaps a mercenary.

Perhaps a jewel.

Perhaps a friend.

Perhaps a dream.

Perhaps time itself.

I don't know who or what I am.

I know the name the woman gave me.

She calls me Magil.

She says I watch over her.

Her and her children.

Her and the girl Kid.

I don't remember Kid. Did I know her from a dream?

She says that I promised to take care of her.

She is dead, now. 

Am I looking for the dead woman?

I don't know, but it's a beginning. I will look for her.

I think I'll look for a long time. 

I'm going to enter the lower level, because I don't trust myself to be good enough in master's.

Untitled

Me: New fledgeling, just been pushed,

out of my cozy-home nest.

You: Quick comfort, reassuring smile,

Wing to nest under in those first

Scary-hall, lonely-bubble days.

Me: Can I trust you?

Will there be trust tomorrow, next week?

Will you be a forever, never-letting-go

Companion?

You: Sure,

Now listen--

Ground rules--

Don't give up for me.

Hang on to me.

Do what I do, say what I say.

Don’t spread gossip 'bout me, do spread juice. 

Never doubt.

Ever.

Me: You, too? You will do these things?

You: Blink

Wait and see… 

But then, like a slippery worm squirming from my beak, the thought of friendship with you is...

Away.

Me: Kind was never your style, I can tell.

Use your dazzling smile somewhere else.

I will pop my lonely-bubble for myself.

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@Admins

I'm sorry if the formattting/font/size of the poem is weird. I wrote it on a Google doc, then copy-pasted. Please, try to keep the italicized lines like that.

All entries are due April 17, 2016, for both levels!

Any entries after this date will be invalid.

I want to have multiple rounds, so it can't go this slowly. 

Erm. I would like to enter lower level. Can I? I am reeeeally bad at poetry. If I can enter here is my poem. 

Friends.

You left me. You left me to be that girl. That girl that tosses her hair. That girl that goes to the mall. That girl that would never do the daring things we used to do. Or even bike in the country. Who would have known my best friend would have turned into the girl that paints her nails every day? Or that girl that is friends with everyone. At least, everyone now but me.  

Friends

When I say 2011, you would laugh because it's funny to us.

but the world gives cold stares

When I say sugar cookies you'd get it, but I can trust

that the world just wouldn't care

And when I say "the other end" you LOL 'till you can't breath

but the world doesn't understand

When I mention freezing pools we'd crack up, you and me

because that's the magic of being friends

Youre always there,

when the world's not fair

and when my heart has a tear

I need you like air

We depend on each other

my best friend like no other

sisters with different mothers

different hair and different brothers

but we are the same

you're forever in my brain

and you help me through the pain

through the fire and the rain.

Friends.

Who wants to judge the higher level next round?

And who wants to judge the lower level next round?