So thanks to a friend of mine from far 'cross the sea, I'm writing again. Writing in no way means good. It's been mainly poetry since that;s the only type of writing I've ever done. Soon we will be doing a person 100 word a day challenge but won't be sharing it with others. It takes a lot for me to post things online because I'm aware of where my writing stands. On that note I am trying to post things online more, so here's something I wrote today:

I continually find myself immensely out of place.
Because I look amongst my friends to see:
artists, writers, musicians
...and me...
My smile, my mind and what I do as a baker,
could never compare to what you do with that paper.
I look upon your pages and don't understand,
why I too cant take what's in my mind and translate it with my hand.
All I do is rhyme, line after line,
Dr. Seuss and a child could produce writing so "fine".
This is all I can do to express what I want to say,
or I may snap, grab a friend by the shoulders and scream every thought scratching at my mind....one day.