All right I'm back. How long has it been, a year? Two? (Edit: One Year and a Month, but it feels like much more.) I may not be back for long, but back I am, and I'll try to make some stuff while I'm here. While I'm here, I have a Home Cento poem I had to write for school to show. Here it is:

1) Hath earth no graves, that ye thus must spread (The Coral Insect, Lydia H. Sigourney)

2) And soonest our best men with thee doe goe (Death Be Not Proud, by John Donne)

3) Each drooping season and each flower doth cry, (My Midnight Meditation by Henry King, Bishop of Chichester)

-Yet-

4) Joy is not gone from summer skies (Alice Meynell, PARTED)

5) BECAUSE I could not stop for Death (Emily Dickinson (1830-86). Complete Poems. 1924. Part Four: Time and Eternity)

6) She let me drop,--to die!" (the Needle, Pen, and Sword, Lydia H. Sigourney)

It had to be a six-line poem taken directly from sources, and we were allowed to insert one word. That's yet. So how is it?

And by the way, I've abandoned all my other projects except one, which I really haven't even worked on for a year. I've made a new one, it's a song with a lot of trumpet. Anyone have any recommendations as to the name? I'm bad at that.