Well there you have it.

I did it! I tried to be all deep like. It's a bad mentality, but I feel like poems are suppose to be all meaningful and not really understood by anybody but the author....(okay okay so that's not true, but I hope you all can understand the meaning behind my poems!)

Who knows why we do the things we do. Who knows why I decided to write a poem for every day of the week. 

I DO!  

No you don't inner-emotional-thoughts...no you don't. 

That poetry class I'm taking has really screwed me over. Now I'm all poetically minded and thinking in metaphors and iambic tetrameter and what not. It's a hassle. Instead of just thinking, "wow! It's pretty cold outside today. I can even see my breath!", my mind is all annoying and goes.

The frost upon my window sill

Recalled the thoughts of days gone by

When breath was seen in midnight air

It was the night my lover died. 

*scratches head and crinkles eyebrows* You know. I actually spent a lot of time on those last four lines. Like. 15 minutes. Just to prove a point. 

JUST TO PROVE A POINT. 

Anyways. Maybe I'll do something like it again. But hopefully it's a bit more lighthearted and not so, 

"Here's poetry! Read it and learn of the inner-thoughts that plague Jeannie's mind daily"

Actually that's not fair.

I actually really enjoyed writing these poems. Hmm. Maybe I"ll be a poet. 

I'm a poet

And I didn't even know...

I'm not going to finish that, just to see you all squirm