For a while, I was writing poetry--if it could really be called that. It started out as a rhyming game between me and a friend during a particularly boring math class, and throughout the semester, it built up to the point where the was an exchange of epic poems being passed back and forth in an attempt to best each others' rhyming capabilities. It was a nice push and pull that was created, although not particularly productive because neither of us passed the class.

I am having trouble figuring out where to go from here. This is a new experience for me and I am not sure what to do.

For most of my life, I have had a need to collect anything and everything. I have always had some sort of plans to do something this accumulation of stuff, but I have never really followed through with it. Recently though, I have been going through and deciding what I need to keep and what needs to go. Instead of throwing the stuff away, I have started making books full of the junk, in a mostly failed attempt to create something pleasant from the chaos.