Threw away an apple

I got my first taste of Boston this weekend, first real taste. I've spotted various bookstores to lose myself in, 3 just in Harvard Square, as well as a really cool thrift/vintage clothes store which I'd like to give more time.
Halloween is on its way and, if I have enough time, the plan is to be Poison Ivy (from Batman).
Last night I typed up all the poetry I had written (mostly in Logic class, but some in Peace and Justice, and one or two poems in French). Well, the use of "1 or 2 poems" is misleading, what I have been creating is one long poem. Currently 4 pages. It's interesting, because the poetry goes through fazes as I do: hopeful, overwhelmed, futile, sentimental sometimes, and pleasantly distracted at other times.
So, part of the poem.

Threw away an apple that met with the floor,

My luck, my illustration of disparity.

I do not feel honest despair for the disparity

because I don't know how

to disperse the spare I have.

We are learning about problems, but we are rarely taught how to solve them. Occasionally, we learn of lofty solutions that aren't accessible, that's about it.