Some of my Poems

people enjoy poetry, but why would they wanna read mine?

Finally, I have a few poems here. Since my room is a mess, and I can't find most of my poetry right now, I'm going to add a few as i find them. Most of my poems are really old (written in High School even!) so keep that in mind.

Colours Drifting Away, written in February, 1992. Written in Newspaper class. It's kinda stupid.

Evidence, written in May, 1992. I was in AP European History class in High School. Don't know what it's about.

Untitled (#2), written sometime in late 1993. It could be about Alena, but I'm not really sure.

Blew I's, written in early 1994. It's about how much it pisses me off most of the time when people tell me I have pretty eyes.

Spinning, written September, 1995. A forced composition for my Poetry class that turned out pretty good.