i think it's high time for poetry: my creative writing notebook seems to be lacking...but here is what i have: changing tides:[extended metaphor poem] you are the ocean, wrapping me in your long-awaited waves during the warm summer months, forcing me to view you from a distance when it gets too cold. i'm only sure of where you water has taken me because the endless indigo before me is so uncertain. you sway me when you want to and stay calm when i'm just about to give up from exhaustion. the moon pulls you to the sand, and you expand, yet never seem to change much. i can't keep up with your changing tides. your waves knock me down; you don't seem concerned your glassy surface cuts me deep when, i get too close. you are drowning me, slowly but surley. each time my fragile body is pulled under, i take in more water-my lungs are almost full. just finish what you started. "i didn't write it for you. i'll never write for you, or anyone." "...the sky breaks in a last attempt at irony..." the rest of the poem pretty much sucked.