Evaluation:

During the Photojournalism unit, I got to explore multiple different styles of Photojournalism, and poetry. I practiced and learned how to look at photography.  I learned how to write found poetry, blackout poetry, diamante poetry, analogy poetry, serendipitous shuffles, metaphor poetry, new city poetry, and historical photo poetry. I got to explore many other different types of poetry, and put together a final collection of poems to showcase what I have learned. 
This collection follows the theme of phobias.

Poem One: To My Dear Friend Social Anxiety

Following me from every waking moment,
A constant sense of being judged,

Don’t watch me, 
Don’t wait for me,
Just leave me be,

Not sure how much longer I can survive,
Like this,

Before I’m consumed, 
Overrun with uncertainty,
Buried in my unspoken words,

Avoiding eye contact,
Sitting quietly in the shadows, 

Wanting to be ignored, 
Wishing I was invisible,
My stuttered responses spoken,

‘I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry’,
My voice grating against my throat,

The words filling the air, 
Before I bolt,
Far, far away

Poem Two: Somniphobia (Fear of Sleep)

What would happen if I went to sleep?

And never woke up again,

A knot of worry,

The root of my fear,

If I work all day, 

If I work all night,

I won’t need to sleep,

No nightmares,

Will be waiting,

No accursed fantasies,

Ready to haunt me,

Avoiding the inevitable,

If my eyes flutter closed,

Will it be the last time?

Will I live to see the dawn?

No point in risking it,

No point in testing my luck,

Sleep is not essential,

At least that’s what I tell myself,

Staying awake will keep me safe,

At least that’s what I tell myself,

When I avoid sleep,

So much so,

That sleep,

It’s self,

Begins to avoid me

Poem Three: Necrophobia (Fear of Death or Dead Things)

What would happen if I suddenly passed away?

What if this is the last time I see you?

Does it all end when I die?

Would it be peaceful?

I don’t want to imagine it.

But I do anyway.

The darkness would close in,

Feeding me to my deepest fears,

I would not struggle,

Instead reaching for the light up ahead,

At the end of the tunnel,

Let my body be taken away,

Mind and soul shattered,

A dying scream escaping,

My limbs stiffening,

A chill settling in,

Warm hand on my eyelids,

Closing them,

Forever

Poem Four: Chronomentrophobia (Fear of Clock)

Tick, tock
Goes the clock

Cover your ears, 
The end is near,

Tick tock,
Chimes the clock,

Close your eyes,
Don’t see your demise,

Tick tock,
Peals the clock,

Time is running out,
The final blackout,

Is near

Poem Five: Heliophobia (Fear of the Sun)

I am the moon,
Hiding from the sun,

I am the ground,
Shaded by the trees,

I am the snail,
Hiding in my shell,

Keeping to the shadows,
Curtains always closed,

Never letting the sun touch my skin,
Never looking into the light,

Always keeping the darkness company

Poem Six: Autophobia (Fear of Being Alone)

I cling to others, 
In a too tight grasp,
Nails clawing into their skin,

They shake me off,
Say that I need help,
Leave me with my inner demons,

‘Missed us didn’t you’,
I shake my head,
‘Well, we missed you’,

I run towards a crowd of people,
They are a comfort, 
A savior of my own making,

I stand in the middle,
People flowing around me like sand,
I’m trapped in a desert of my own making,

Deserted by those who know,
So please,
Don’t let me be left alone