I began writing poems in seventh grade. After like, five years, I printed them out and bound them in a little book with flowers on the cover. I guess the title was just Φ since that's what's on the cover.
Anyway, I've held on to this little book for some time, and recently, I asked on Mastodon whether I should publish the poems contained within. The answer was a resounding yes. So here they are, posted one per day. They're not very good, but they're mine. And what else is the internet for?