Continuing the delusion of my story writing, here are some of the poems I wrote at about the same time.

The young, naive, idealistic and innocent adjectives are never more apropos than here.

It should hopefully be apparent that some of these were written specifically for (or rather to) individual people. They must work on some level though, because as I re-read these, I still know exactly who they are about, and still remember something of the emotion that inspired the piece.

Again, I'll let you be the judge as to their merits (if any).

For the record, and IMHO, High was my best piece. Also for the record, I should point out that The Bionic Tool was not penned by me, but I have included it here because I like it :)

I don't know who the author was, so I cannot credit him/her.