Rest of the poetry|
Reading through the rest of the poetry, it's embarrassingly bad. I seemed to think that everything had to rhyme, and I seemed to be writing poetry just to "write poetry," as I'm sure 15-year-olds occasionally do. The only poem I really like from the journal is the first one, the one that was just brought on by emotion, not thought, the one that just flowed out of the pen and wasn't constructed. I may get around to posting the rest of the others eventually, if for nothing else than the amusement of my friends.