1. Why I would like to join: I enjoy writing, am taking journalism as one of my major classes in high school, and would enjoy becoming part of the powerful newspaper experience once again.
2. Desired section: Stories and Poems, but mainly poems.
3. My experience: I was on the Newspaper and had a chapter of one of my stories in Issue 3 I think. I have gotten recognition for my poetry in real life, I am currently roleplaying on this forum, and have an old story that was popular for a few months.
4. My example:
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1. One Black Rose
One day of pain and suffering
One ceremony of pain
Another soul lost in battle
One black rose
A friend, a lover
A soldier meant for battle
Slain by man’s own hands
One black rose of suffering
Many tears shed with pain
One coffin lain to rest
Hearts full of suffering
One black rose of ending
Freedom flags fly
As soldiers hit the ground
Independence for all
One black rose of revolution
No dry eyes in sight
No comfort in the air
Happiness forgotten
One black rose of pain
Many graves scattered
Many lives shattered
Hope crushed by death’s paradise
One black rose of war
Many bullets fly
Blood and tears fall
Protection and prayer drowned out
One black rose of faith
As hard as you may try
No bliss will arise
Hardship captures all in its grasp
One black rose of sadness
We need to be reminded
Black roses are only burnt red ones
Thorns incinerated as well as color
One black rose of fire
We need to remember
Not the death and sadness
But the happiness that flourished
One black rose of hope
A black rose is not a symbol of death
But of happiness in life
And the ending of a beautiful soul
One black rose of beauty
Death is not an ending
But a cycle of life
Another part in the path of righteousness
One black rose of change
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Dark and Light’s Mirror
Since the beginning of time,
Good and evil had fought.
Sometimes for control,
Others for revenge,
A few battles for love,
And some just for the heck of it.
Most people say,
Battle between the two is war.
Missiles fly about,
Soldiers wasted in a gruesome war.
As chaos ends and it comes to close,
The winner is only death.
It matters not what side,
They battled for.
What general they followed about,
What comrades engaged with them.
Death has no care for sides,
Only a finishing result.
Another majority say,
The battle is engaged with spies.
Double agents, triple agents
All participate in a game,
Of deception and lies
This time the winner is hate.
Many were sabotaged,
Many deceived,
Many casualties.
Ties of blood and heart,
Give way to revenge,
And a horrific hate of one another.
The overwhelming hate,
Surrounds the other powers,
Love and affection,
Mercy and compassion,
Care and happiness,
There are no survivors in the group.
A moderate group of people,
Say their battle,
Takes place gambling.
Their stakes,
People’s lives and hearts.
The game, blackjack.
Both take cards,
From their all powerful dealer,
Fate and his power.
Sometimes they win,
Mostly they lose.
It’s a terrible game to play.
In the horrific end,
Fate takes almost all their chips.
The chips were simple pawns,
In a game without hope.
Its just casual betting for them,
Of people’s lives.
A smaller majority,
Claim the battle is in the boxing ring.
Both sides land huge blows,
Upon one another.
The boxers though change endlessly.
There are no real sides in it.
The changing boxers,
Sometimes fight for both sides.
In matters not who has the upper hand,
Both sides are confused of who to fight for.
Once again, good and evil neither triumph,
This time victory goes to pain.
The blows leave,
Great gashes upon everyone.
Some seen as noticeable as a cut,
On their once perfect face.
Others are not seen but instead heard.
Pain likes these best.
In my defense,
I don’t think its any of these.
But instead a grand dance competition.
Good and evil are partners,
But both pray for each other’s failure.
The critics are judgment.
As each dangerous move occurs,
The other attempts to counter.
Sometimes the move is too great,
And one falls.
Yet, the other side helps
Them up to continue the dance.
They save each other sometimes,
For both need each other
To be good or evil.
They both have different impressions
Of good, as do all of us.
Judgment makes sure we all know that.
Ah these are all the forms of battle,
These two sides engage in.
It seems odd that they fight so much,
For so little.
But this battle is what separates them,
That battle is what makes everything happen.
No one knows really,
What’s right and wrong in this world.
So much changes day in and day out
That we can’t really decipher
The meaning of it all.
And yet we set boundaries,
That separate things from one another.
This line we create,
Is really based on power and judgment.
Yet things happen that can, and will
Destroy or blur that precious line.
For the line is not a wall or barrier,
But a double-edged sword or mirror.
We see ourselves, but opposite
Just as a mirror does.
And we hurt others using the line,
As do they to us.
Let’s try to forget about creating fences,
But instead glass windows.
So we can gaze into their lonely world,
Instead of blocking it out.
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Since the beginning of time,
Good and evil had fought.
Sometimes for control,
Others for revenge,
A few battles for love,
And some just for the heck of it.
Most people say,
Battle between the two is war.
Missiles fly about,
Soldiers wasted in a gruesome war.
As chaos ends and it comes to close,
The winner is only death.
It matters not what side,
They battled for.
What general they followed about,
What comrades engaged with them.
Death has no care for sides,
Only a finishing result.
Another majority say,
The battle is engaged with spies.
Double agents, triple agents
All participate in a game,
Of deception and lies
This time the winner is hate.
Many were sabotaged,
Many deceived,
Many casualties.
Ties of blood and heart,
Give way to revenge,
And a horrific hate of one another.
The overwhelming hate,
Surrounds the other powers,
Love and affection,
Mercy and compassion,
Care and happiness,
There are no survivors in the group.
A moderate group of people,
Say their battle,
Takes place gambling.
Their stakes,
People’s lives and hearts.
The game, blackjack.
Both take cards,
From their all powerful dealer,
Fate and his power.
Sometimes they win,
Mostly they lose.
It’s a terrible game to play.
In the horrific end,
Fate takes almost all their chips.
The chips were simple pawns,
In a game without hope.
Its just casual betting for them,
Of people’s lives.
A smaller majority,
Claim the battle is in the boxing ring.
Both sides land huge blows,
Upon one another.
The boxers though change endlessly.
There are no real sides in it.
The changing boxers,
Sometimes fight for both sides.
In matters not who has the upper hand,
Both sides are confused of who to fight for.
Once again, good and evil neither triumph,
This time victory goes to pain.
The blows leave,
Great gashes upon everyone.
Some seen as noticeable as a cut,
On their once perfect face.
Others are not seen but instead heard.
Pain likes these best.
In my defense,
I don’t think its any of these.
But instead a grand dance competition.
Good and evil are partners,
But both pray for each other’s failure.
The critics are judgment.
As each dangerous move occurs,
The other attempts to counter.
Sometimes the move is too great,
And one falls.
Yet, the other side helps
Them up to continue the dance.
They save each other sometimes,
For both need each other
To be good or evil.
They both have different impressions
Of good, as do all of us.
Judgment makes sure we all know that.
Ah these are all the forms of battle,
These two sides engage in.
It seems odd that they fight so much,
For so little.
But this battle is what separates them,
That battle is what makes everything happen.
No one knows really,
What’s right and wrong in this world.
So much changes day in and day out
That we can’t really decipher
The meaning of it all.
And yet we set boundaries,
That separate things from one another.
This line we create,
Is really based on power and judgment.
Yet things happen that can, and will
Destroy or blur that precious line.
For the line is not a wall or barrier,
But a double-edged sword or mirror.
We see ourselves, but opposite
Just as a mirror does.
And we hurt others using the line,
As do they to us.
Let’s try to forget about creating fences,
But instead glass windows.
So we can gaze into their lonely world,
Instead of blocking it out.
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I'm pretty sure you'll get accepted, but good luck. 
