RAFA
I decided to join the group through a very important person to me, whom I have known for 12 years. She is actually the administrator and creator of the group. One of my biggest motivations for joining was the desire to have new experiences, push my limits, and get more involved in this fascinating world of reading and writing. It was also something special I wanted to share with this person who means so much to me.
As for the group, I’m absolutely loving the experience. I have met new people, built new friendships, and we have become a very close community—almost like a family—where we help each other grow and evolve together.
What inspired me to write my first stories was the fact that, even though I didn’t consider myself a writer, there were people who supported and encouraged me, who saw something in me that I hadn’t seen myself. Seeing so much talent in the group made me want to open up my heart a little and show what lives in my soul.
This small book — this tiny collection of dark poems — has reached first place in the Wattpad contest rankings.
To celebrate, here is a fragment from one of its pieces.
A taste of the shadows it carries.
Dance in the Darkness.
Tonight I have a ball in the darkness,
But I don’t know what gown to wear…
Green would be bold,
Hope doesn’t exist there.
We are all condemned.
The accessories they try to adorn us with
Are nothing but shackles.
There is much carved upon us,
Much adorned upon us.
Green would be bold…
Black would not do either.
Black is already my soul and heart.
And at a ball I want to be noticed.
I cannot simply arrive there
As if it weren’t me, already dressed in mourning.
No… black won’t do either…
And white? Yes, white would be perfect.
It has always been my chosen one.
But I don’t know what gown to wear…
Green would be bold,
Hope doesn’t exist there.
We are all condemned.
The accessories they try to adorn us with
Are nothing but shackles.
There is much carved upon us,
Much adorned upon us.
Green would be bold…
Black would not do either.
Black is already my soul and heart.
And at a ball I want to be noticed.
I cannot simply arrive there
As if it weren’t me, already dressed in mourning.
No… black won’t do either…
And white? Yes, white would be perfect.
It has always been my chosen one.
It was the one I dedicated myself to the most,
For it is made of bindings, my bindings…
In this gown I have long embroidered
My ghosts and fears,
My madness and my secrets,
My fantasies and my sins,
My pure and daring thoughts.
Even small stains of tears it carries…
Yes, white is perfect.
I shall be the most beautiful for one night…
For it is made of bindings, my bindings…
In this gown I have long embroidered
My ghosts and fears,
My madness and my secrets,
My fantasies and my sins,
My pure and daring thoughts.
Even small stains of tears it carries…
Yes, white is perfect.
I shall be the most beautiful for one night…
Thank you for reading.
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