Poem thing, I guess

It is an old color,
Sad and sorrowful, but with a lingering sense of hope.
It is the color of an old brick building, abandoned years ago, standing tall,
Or the old, dusty dress still hanging in the closet, alone and forgotten for years.
But it is also the color of a rose, fresh from the garden, its petals soft and young, awaiting the bright new day.

No matter what my poems are, they always come out looking ridiculously angsty. Honestly, I don't care for poetry at all - it's all a bit pretentious, isn't it? I far prefer prose and stories, really. Oh well, though - at least that's over, and I can move on to other things.

I just found out that our class has a very small amount of cameras.

However, this means that I get to share a camera with my friends.

(If you can't tell, I just found my GIF folder, and my resolution this year was to use all of my GIFs)

In any case, I've a few goals for the class, though none of them are major. As far as photography, my main goal is to get better with basic composition and story-telling. I'm a beginning photographer, so I don't really know all too much about it. However, as we go, I'm hoping that I can get better at making interesting and beautiful photographs.

For a writing goal, I'm hoping to start writing shorter stories. I have a tendency to stretch stories out, writing them for pages and pages, and I think that it would be helpful if I could master the art of the short story.