A Random Poem, and Random Thoughts

Notice the big change? I couldn't get Blogger to work and I really wanted to change it up some, so Thatriot tried her hand at decking out my blog. Whaddaya think? Pretty cool, huh? I am REALLY happy with it! It looks lovely, if I do say so myself. :)

I really want to do something crazy, like post a video of me singing or something. But, even if I had the guts to do it, my darn camera just isn't working!!! Oh well. I can't even tell you how much that bothers me.

So right about now I think I will write a poem or something, like I promised. I haven't written in ages, so, fair warning, I'm a little rusty.

Evening hues of pink

Tint the world around me.

Calming, warm and rosy,

I feel at home.

Loved, safe, and happy,

but what of these feelings know I?

Never a home have I know,

warmth a stranger to me.

And yet, somehow,

My life feels right.

Caught within the hypnotic world,

of nature

Tranquil and serene,

At peace with my past.

And, at last,

I've found my home.

Will that do?I have forgotten how easy it is to write a poem. I think they are funny little things. They somehow have a rhythm and life to them; a power all of their own. I never understand them, because they look like just a jumble of words, and yet, the seem so magical. I don't really like my poetry, which is a terrible thing to say. I only say it because I write it all, but I feel like every poem I write is just floating about inside of me, and so I really don't create it; it just is. That is why I feel so horrible when I say I don't like it; it just isn't mine to judge. Do you understand? Or is it a feeling that only crazy old me feels? I feel like everything I make, all of my talents, really aren't mine. Like, they belong to someone else. So when I say horrible things about myself and the way I do things, I feel so horrible. I feel like the gifts and talents that I was given were meant for a greater and better person. I don't feel like I can ever measure up to the person I feel I should become. I was given so much, and yet I do so little. I wonder if anyone ever feels like that? Maybe in some funny way I am just being vain? Hmm.....

Anyhow, enjoy the poem (or not) and I may or may not write five minutes after this, three other times today, a couple hours later I may wander on here, or I may entirely neglect you for a couple weeks and choke out a heap of apologies. At any rate, until next time!

~Evening Star