Organizing My Folders Means Discovery

For the upcoming semester of school, I've finally decided to organize my folders and stick my College folder into the Documents folder. Before doing so, however, I noticed that my documents folder was disgustingly cluttered and that I had picture and music folders within my documents folder, despite the presence of C:\Users\Jenny\Music and C:\Users\Jenny\Pictures (and C:\Users\Jenny\Piccys.....don't ask).

Ahh, jmol. Why do I still have you? Ahh, hidden folders, why do I still have you set as visible?

So while I was cleaning out my documents folder, which included both reorganizing and deleting old things that I no longer needed or knew existed, I stumbled upon some writing I did back in the day. It pains me to say that my vocabulary and writing skills have declined precipitously since my early high school years, not that I had much MAD SKILLZ to begin with.  

I'd say the most amusing part was trying to remember what the fack I was thinking back then. I don't even remember writing half of the stuff I did.

And here are the contents of a random text file titled smoke.txt (wtfack a poem? But I hate poems.):

who are you, the silent brooder,
to whom the shark-fin waves speak?
For your heart is that of a churning maelstrom
And your smile slow and twisted,
like a too-soft banana skin
slowly being peeled back,
curling over like tendrils of smoke
over a sluggish metropolis

The sharp scent of your cheap cologne
cuts through the stagnant air on a summer evening,
much like ink bleeding through a diner napkin
I sense impatience--or perhaps it is just play of thought--
playing through your cloudy mind,
tapping out its irregular, staccato rhythmn
from a slick, lacquer red heel,
stiff straps lined with worry-wrinkles

And your vacant stare is that of the blind man
as you look to the tall, cigarette smokestacks
before a hazy sunset of some rich exotic incense
And the sun is a dull lantern
behind silk screens and screen doors

A single moth the color of white paint peeling from
cracked wooden walls
toys with danger
as it dances in the candlelight

.....WHAT?

Here's another trippy one:

It rises from the ashes
of a metropolitan wasteland.
It floods minds with flourescent light,
opens UV-protected eyes,
clears the fog off weather-insulated souls.

Upstairs, a great mind turns,
mechanical heart ticks away into the future
as neon lights and falling confetti
float in serenity
beneath the luminescence of time.

The man realizes that the great Moth
will die in burning passion
as it pursues destiny,
as it seeks the light.

And so
the man,
confetti in
his hair, his ears, his eyes,
stumbles into the chamber of darkness.

Did I hate buildings or something?
I also found a story involving an axe and yellow plates. But that one's a bit long, and I kind of want to go through it first. O.o TRIPPY SCHIZZ, and I didn't do drogas!

Anyways, organizing adventure: mild success.
Rule of thumb: If you don't know it's there, delete it. Of course, this applies to stuff you saved as opposed to important stuff.