Hey Howdy, here's a poem I wrote on my way back from a trip to Tomball(North Houston). Sorry for some reason my line spacing is weird. Enjoy.

Here I sit in silence killing,

the Whiteness of this pageI'm stealing.

all for rhymes that equal what?

Here I sit with no direction

giving random word selection,

saying things that equal what?

I could use this time of writting

to write on ships or seagull sightings,

but alas in Tomball I can not.

Maybe I could write of that forest wall

built of pine trees straight and tall,

but instead I sit here writing squat.