I wrote this when I was sick, uninspired, and just feeling downright miserable while thinking of my crush and grieving over her, despite having a logical intuition that goes against my heart's still-adolescent throb for this person. (And I mean, seriously: it's not something that I can easily rationalize because it's really--I'd argue largely--irrational.) So I guess to ease the pain by making light of the subject, and of what she may or may not think of me (in a sort of tragic, but humorous way--even though I don't think myself ugly), I wrote this poem and, oddly enough, it helped me through the minutes-held depression I was experiencing.

Treasure Island follows young Jim Hawkins, who finds himself owner of a map to Treasure Island, where the fabled pirate booty is buried; honest Captain Smollett, heroic Dr. Livesey, and the good-hearted but obtuse Squire Trelawney, who help Jim on his quest for the treasure; the frightening Blind Pew, double-dealing Israel Hands, and seemingly mad Ben Gunn, buccaneers of varying shades of menace; and, of course, garrulous, affable, ambiguous Long John Silver, who is one moment a friendly, laughing, one-legged sea-cook . . .and the next a dangerous pirate leader. The unexpected and complex relationship that develops between Silver and Jim helps transform what seems at first to be a simple, rip-roaring adventure story into a deeply moving study of a boy’s growth into manhood, as he learns hard lessons about friendship, loyalty, courage and honor—and the uncertain meaning of good and evil.