Many years ago now, I wrote my first poem...and it was very bad...but, as a first, I fell in love with the making of poetry...

I have gone through many journals since that day. But, when I start a new one I always write this poem at the start...it is a piece of who I was.

Oddness
Lightness
Rightness
Wrongness

Moving rounding
Rounding upness

Stairs and ladders
Ladders , stairs

Always going
Always there

You ever get a song in your head? The same song goes around and around over and over...It's enough to drive a person bonkers at times. Well, I have found the only way to get a song out of my head it to listen to it.

Words are the same with me, one word over and over again. The only way I have found to stop the word, is to put it in a poem.

The word today has been Newbie...I seem to have read it alot today...So, I will try a poem here for you...

Please remember, a poem is not always how I personaly feel, it's just how the words want to lay on the page... :o)

I am a newbie in your halls
I've not been here long.
It seems, througout my time
That's always going on.

No place to call my own
No friends to call my kin.
I stand amid your circle
Wishing to be let in.

I know I may not fit
For sometimes that's the truth.
But please give me a chance
to sit beneath your roof.

I have a lot to give
humor and wisdoms too.
So please, if you allow
I'd like to talk with you.

Just open up your circle
and let this wee girl in.
You may just discover
your very next best friend.

hmmm...not bad, for off that cuff...as you say...but now , I am free of the word...thanks.. :o)

*Aimlessly aimless*

Overstepping the bounds of reality,
I wander around in search.
Looking for things
I will not find

The colors not found on the rainbow;
Such as a childs laugh,
Or the dreams
In my mind.

I must be aimless in my pursuit.
Aimlessly searching,
For the color
Of life.

Aimlessly aimless, to wander.
Out of reality,
In search,
Of what I can not find.

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Well, I thats mine...I actually wrote two, this was the one that sounded least like frying puke... :o)

*craving white chocolate*