Disclaimer: I'm just writing this to have fun. I found a bunch of poems I wrote to make fun of twilight a couple years ago and I wanted to use them in a story. I do not own these characters or the Twilight series. I hope you enjoy.

Bella was bored. She really had nothing to do. Edward and she just sat around admiring each other's vampirical attractiveness. While this was an amusing activity, to be sure, Bella wished there was at least something else to do to occupy her time. She had expected the job of being mother to Renesmee would've been more time consuming but seeing as Renesmee grew up too fast she was becoming more and more reliant and Bella just sat around, occasionally watching American Idol and sometimes knitting yellow pot holders which Alice planned to eventually make into a dress.

"This is so lame," Bella declared one day, when Edward was out frolicking in a meadow with Emmett. She stood up, dropping a pile of yellow pot holders on the floor, and went to the bedroom. She opened the memory box she kept under her bed and discovered not just a few but a plethora of poems she had written before being turned into a vampire. As she read them her heart was touched. Oh the angst she'd been through! It must be shared!

Then Bella got a sneaky idea. She opened Edward's memory box. To her extreme delight it too was filled with poetry. A lightbulb flashed in Bella's head indicating the presence of a new idea. She stood and went to the phone, calling her dearest friends named Edward's family and Jacob Black. Everyone was invited to the house the next day for the first ever meeting of Bella's Poetry Club. She assumed they'd been writing poems too and they had been.

'Finally!' Bella thought as she got off the phone. Tomorrow would be the start of an activity which could keep her occupied for a long time. Good times were about to be had by all. It was her turn to share a couple poems tomorrow and she looked through the collection until she found a few she knew would be excellent to share.