My precalculus class got canceled today, so I decided to take advantage of my unexpected free time to do exactly what I would have been doing had class not been canceled--take notes (I like to stay ahead of the teacher by a couple sections when it comes to my notes)--, when I came across an example entitled 'Solving a Trigonometric Equation Quadratic in Form'. My inner poet couldn't leave that alone and I ended up writing a short little poem about solving trig equations that are in quadratic form.

Solving a Trigonometric Equation Quadratic in Form
Solving a trigonometric equation quadratic in form
Is easier to solve than it is to say.
Just use the Quadratic Formula--
But only if
The equation is
A second-degree polynomial--,
Or factoring.

This is one I wrote because I like patterns >_>

Say,
"Hi."
Hello.
I know you.
You are familiar.
You are that person I once was.
Why is it like you are a reflection of my pains?
Is there some way I can help you?
I cannot say bye.
I need help.
Some advice:
Laugh.
Love.

Cool, there is a poetry topic?

I wrote this a few months ago when I wasn't feeling so great

There is no I in happy,
There is no me in content,
We just don't mix.

There is an I in solitude,
A me in time,
It's all the same.
 
I have nobody,
I have nothing,
Nothing to hold onto.
 
I know pain,
I know misery,
I can feel the sadness.
 
I know it is there,
There is no reason,
It is just a part of me.
 
I can try to fix it,
But what is the point,
Do you see mine?
 
Yes, this is a vent,
I know what I am doing,
I need to get it out.
 
But it isn't going to help,
It is still going to be there,
It hasn't left in 13 years.
 
Why should it go?
It is all I know,
It is a comfort.
 
I have been happy,
I have felt joy,
I think I know love.
 
I don't want a body,
I don't want a voice,
I want a person.
 
Or maybe just an end,
Of the thoughts,
But that is pointless.
 
I can live,
And I will,
But that doesn't stop the want.
 
I have wants,
It is true,
So what do I want?
 
I am not sure,
Right now I think,
I think I want to be happi.

I realised that at the very end, but this was an instance where I came up with the title before I actually wrote the poem, so I stuck with happi. Plus, I think it says more than "happiness" because I wanted to get across that I wanted to change and if that meant I had to find a way to put an "I in happy," I would.

here's one that I wrote in the RPG thread. It's not so great, but oh well.
some context included...

as you are trying to run away, a sinister figure detaches itself from the shadows of a building. He looks like a stereotypical villain, complete with waxed black mustache, black cape, and a white cat trailing behind.

* turiqwalrus snatches the TI-81 from yeong and runs.

So, now we have a villain: me!
I shall be in my icy fortress, building a global mind-control device with the TI-81 as the core.

And now for a short cutscene poem:

Despite this unfortunate turn of events,
yeong and co. set up their camp.
As they were putting up their tents
they knew turiq's power would be amped              (yes, I know. bad rhyme)

Amongst the blue lobsters in the night,
yeongjincool prepares to fight
as turiq watches on with glee,
he wonders that yeong didn't flee...

and so the hero embarks on his quest
by the blue lobsters he has been blest.
but what will happen to our hero?
will he vanquish the evil, or be left dead in the snow?

hmm..., maybe an edited version of this for an RPG project?

* turiqwalrus bows dramatically before fleeing into the shadows and warping to his fortress with a small *pop*

My poetry always happens when I am smitten, saddened, or distressed, it seems

It is true,
I am who I am,
Though I still don't know who that is,

I'll get there,
We all make it,
But that doesn't stop the hurt,

I just want it,
The answer,
Without the end,

I don't want it gone,
The struggle,
The purpose,

But purpose is painful,
Agonizing,
Slow,

And the answer is,
Seductive,
Desired,

But the end,
It isn't,
It is,

The end.