This is a poem I wrote that I found. It's dated February 1st of 2010. WARNING: I don't know what the hell was going through my mind, this one is awkward to me.

CERAMIC TILE

Ceramic Tile
Aren't you not amused by her
constant bickering
is it hers of what I make?
the life inside you,
the stench is not of my own
I let you taste life
but why do you betray me?
is it's force to great,
gentile ceramic tile?
if you are my own,
I shall let you breathe again,
then spread forth the light inside