Not so poetic

Okay, to be honest lately I've had the urge to write some poetry. Unfortunately I have lacked the ability to write anything worthwhile. What's weird, is that in the span of one year, six years ago, I wrote a half dozen or so poems. Nothing since then. So what's different? What was I feeling then which allowed me to use poetry as a receptacle. Was is wistfulness or anguish? Who knows? I'm surprised that I managed to write anything due to my perfectionism and my obsession with rhyming stuff.

In other news, I've filled out my profile. It's not necessarily complete, but you can take a look, if you dare...