This phase is the one that documents my life the closest. I wrote down poetry day to day, about things that happened, and emotions I felt from them. This is what came out.

Emaciated Another poem I read at the Poetry Slam, switching from a quiet voice to literally screaming at the end. I wrote this a day before, sitting down in the woods by myself.
For Once There was a girl who really liked me and used to go to my school. She scared the hell out of me. Two years after she left, I finally got over that fear, and regretted shying away from her so much.
Heart Halves A slightly amusing poem of two halves of someone's heart, arguing over how love is. When I perform this, I use two different voices and turn my head each time I switch to the other half. Speed up at the ending.
Bus Ride Every year, near the end of the school year, the organization I'm in at my school gets to go to Great America. It's a long bus ride there and back, and on the way home, I found myself thinking these thoughts.
Poison This is a poem I wrote when I was in a totally strange mood. I was somewhere in the middle of frightened, angry and shocked. I recently discovered that the most venomous spider in North America was living a few inches from my head where I slept in my room.
Disconnected This, in my opinion, is one of the best poems I've ever written. It's extremely depressing, and about the same girl from For Once. Read it, and you'll get what happened.
Roused Have you ever woken up from a dream before you wanted to? We all have. This is about that happening to me while I was in England.
Mewling Bastard To every situation, there's always another side. This is the anger that I felt in response to the feelings I felt before that came out in the For Once and Disconnected poems.
Businessman This is a poem with a tone of slight fascination. I wrote it on a train, staring across at a businessman. Slightly amusing, slightly curious.
Flashback You know how sometimes a certain smell can cause you to remember something? The smell of shampoo reminded me of perfume, and I sat on the bathroom floor for a while, feeling this.
Rapture No, this isn't obsession. I was just staring at a friend of mine when she wasn't looking, and realizing how beautiful she was. The funny thing is that she doesn't think she's good looking at all. I'd show this to her, but it would probably scare the crap out of her.
Drawn A short, frenetic poem that I wrote after talking to a special friend. The last line of the poem popped into my head the second the conversation ended.
Tranquil Warmth One night, a bunch of friends and I got together, and spontaneously decided to go out and do some stuff, rent some movies, and go back to one person's house until late at night. It's difficult to describe just how much fun it was, and this poem was the feelings I had at one point late that night.
Attitude This is a poem that I originally didn't post on the page, because I wasn't quite sure I wanted people to know. Some of my friends visit this page, and at the time, I didn't want any of them to know I felt this way, considering they'd figure out easily who it was about. Almost a year after I wrote it, I finally posted it on the page, alongside the other poems.

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