I have written poetry since I was in the fifth grade. That is not to say I am any good at it, but that it is a common practice of mine.

Many people have read my journal, and commented that it's contents bears only random words of wit (or lack thereof), and no opinion, deep thought, or emotion. Aside from opinion, I cannot convey these in the structure of an entry or essay. This is what my poetry is reserved for. So, if deep thought and emotion is what you are looking for, you'll find it here and not in the context of my journal.

Feel free to email me with any comments or criticism.

poems:

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january
peccavi
dinner
buddy (i'm sorry)
dream