Last page of old poetry. You're welcome. I have one more from the old notebook that's worth saving, but it needs reworking. It's got enough good in it to not get pitched outright, but it's got enough bad, sappy, trite in it to not get posted, either.
Riptide
Drowning is a good metaphor for relationships that go bad. You really can get in over your head.
Follow Up
Pretty simple poem. I like it.
Closing
Another one that I like fairly well, although it's not particularly complicated.
Forgetting The 16th
It worked. I don't remember what the significance of the date was. I don't remember what month this particular 16th was in.
Love Poem
Not actually a love poem, which you find out in the first line.
Torch
I don't know why I chose this title, but I like the poem pretty well. It needed a little re-working, but it's not bad, overall.
Grip
The imagery in this one is OK. I hate the title.
Fire Sale
This is one of my favorite poems I've written, for some reason. It was originally untitled, but I did that too much, and it's lazy, so I gave it a name.
