I found some scraps of poems that have been hoarded in my notebook several months. They're dated back a while--I think they were meant to be longer but I could never find a way to expand them. See below.
( Verse )~~~
( In Love and War )~~~
At any rate, odds and ends aside. The evening has been chaotic, the old sickness is upon me, and now I am going to go do useless things like fiddling about at nothings. On the plus side, chemistry was cancelled, even though I am fairly sure it would take very little effort to walk there across the snow.