Week one: Creativity (I suppose technically it's week two, but you did say week one became week zero.)

For what ever which reason I decided I'd be lyrical for once in my quizzical life. Forgive my mannerisms towards this blotch of poetic jibberish and just remember you're not supposed to know what my side of this is as nobody but myself would. (And sometimes even I question the ramblings and meaningless banter I occasionally tend to go on about quite ineptly. As you can see by this verbal assault, aimed towards nothing for even less reason, that I have an acute sense of diction and rhetoric. Makes me dumbfounded as to why I had never tried anything as imaginative and expressive as this before.

1.) Haiku:

Floating still it weeps
As it looks ever downward
never reaching ground.

2.) Limerick:

Sitting now in this quiet calm
losing track of all that's wrong
what faces me is soon to come
and ever shall I hinder numb
as the past remains so strong.

3.) I have a very observational form to my writing which shows up in elements of the haiku (But I will not tell you what the haiku was about because that's against the rules of poetry.) and the limerick was strictly biographical, an expression of my past while still being modern enough as to surround it with the environment that I was in while writing it. To truely understand the limerick you'd have to know abit about my last year or so of life.