soemthing about just throwing together syllables and words seems to attract my intellect. how about you? gosh i thought your poem was great. i could see myself there.

something about poetry to utilize my verbosity and roll around thoughts inside my mind. and the more it rhymes the better and harder it is to make the poem work. and that attracts me to writting poetry too for some reason or another. fun to figure up different aspects and angles of visions and stuff to "code" it down as pappered word. and then aftwards there is the chase of making it right. i tend to change a lot of my poems just at a whim to make them better or support a new code or define the old rhymes and syllables better than before. there is one poem i wrote in under a minute and never changed it. it was kind of invigorating. i didn't really even think to write it, it just kinda spilled out of me:

How to write a Poem?
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Must I know what I write down
Meaningless or meaning found
Making poem, don’t know how
Must I know what I write down

Does a poem need to breathe
To plan a knit into a weave
Or can it start not to conceive
A poemed haze is free to breathe

Writing breath from writing down
The poem tilts as I think now
Bias nature changing how
The poem writes, still writing down

No thought, no poem, here with me
Should I stop or let it be
Bleeding brain, becoming free
Rereading, learning, me for me


i thought i would make the poem about itself and how to write the poem itself. so i figure since i can do all that rhyme and stuff automatically it kinda just leaks out of my poems. Mili you may like this one. just about the thoughts inside my mind:

What Am I Doing Here?
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My fanatic dramatics can
Acrobatically realign
With quadratic schematics that
Automatically intertwine
As prismatic Socratics can
Mathematically redefine
The traumatic emphatics that
Problematically redesign

For my thinking will run across,
In multitudes that can exhaust
And at times my intelligence,
Can lose a base of commonsense
Yet I’m getting much enjoyment,
From all these things that circumvent
Around what is my calming world,
I rarely see this to be swirled