If you ever feel like you have nothing in you to write a poem. Compile a list of your entries in the "I Am" thread...especially if you go back to the old s2 to do it. It's fun! And revealing.
I Am A Compilation:I am negotiable...to a point.
I am a little teapot.
I am feeling rather impulsive.
I am secretly in league with the Aquabats.
I am weirder.
I am laughing.
I am dancing in my chair at work to the Pixies.
I am Heather Crazy.
I am going to get you, my pretty.
I am the walrus.
I am infamous.
I am missing Veebs like a lost limb.
I am in love with Fred Z. Randall.
I am the face you half-see and forget.
I am hilarious.
I am glad to have entertained you.
I am currently reading a poem by Borges.
I am wondering, why are you here?
I am still laughing.
I am all of a dither.
I am right single to salute and wait for answer again.
I am, and this is my trusty servant Patsy.
I am drawn to the comedy of Eddie Izzard in drag.
I am still wearing my Gingerbread Man shirt.
I am searching for cold, cold wind.
I am impressed.
I am Danny, the Champion of the World.
I am cherry alive.
I am a mambo sun.
I am just a jeepster for your love.
I am wearing a pink wig.
I am all dried up.
I am oddly fascinated.
I am going to be a nomad.
I am keeled over laughing.
I am all kicks and giggles.
I am wondering what all the waiting is for.
I am trying to silence my grumbly tumbly with loud music.
I am not made of marshmallows OR creamy nougat filling.
I am a Pirate King.
I am not at all convinced.
I am tempted to do something childish.
I am curious as to what the slickest thing on the far side of the greased-up pig is.
I am going to cry.
I am done spamming, and will leave now.
I am going to tell you that my coworker just said, "That's the easiest thing ever!" and I added quietly, "this side of YOUR MOM." And Nick laughed.
I am teh coolest.
I am Curious...Fred?
I am so proud of you.
I am feeling strangely detached from my depressing reality.
I am sooooooo sick of my job today.
I am not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information.
I am uncomfortably anxious.
I am particularly edgy.
I am morbidly fascinated by that.
I am positive that your opinion is of no concern on that matter.
I am shocked an dismayed that so many of Poltsamaa's spare exclamation marks have found their way into Opa's punctuation arsenal.
I am a better one.
I am the shadow that passes in the night.
I am The Luckiest(tm). So suck it, Ben Folds.
I am occasionally overwhelming and always amused.
I be chewin' a large wad o' watermelon Bubbalicious.
I be the first t'point out I ne'er said the gum was piratey.
I am suddenly come over all peckish, and I thought to myself a little fermented curd would do the trick.
I am smiling quietly to myself.
I am going to point out that ^ should realize this is the "I am" thread and not the "You are" thread. Even if ^ is posting "You are" vicariously through a sad imitation.
I am having a delightful convo with Syd.
I am cropping scanned microfilm images on Irfanview.
I am laughing.
I am listening to Schoolhouse Rock songs.
I am smoke on the water.
I am not a crook.
I am rolling my eyes.
I am giggling. Because boys are funny in the morning. To me.
I am going to send OPA some anthrax in the mail if he doesn't stop making stupid assumptions about my feelings.
I am laughing and rolling my eyes because there's so much animosity around here this morning.
I am going to ride my scooter up the canyon and look at the leaves in the rain.
I am ALLIIIIIIIIVE. Bwahaha.
I am MEEELLLLLLLTIIIIING!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
I am suddenly motivated to get 1500 posts.
I am prepared for bacon in the soap.
I am crunchy on the inside.
I am beddy for read!
I am back to lay thick the beginnings of yet another spam trail. Woohoo!
I am excited for the new season of 24.
I am deeeeelicious.
I am here! -=dramatic cavalry music=-
I am getting further, and further off target.
I am reading about the Lyndon B. Johnson cult.
I am going to laugh at you, because they were from New Guinea.
I am wondering why, because I did check it. And I emailed you back. And then I got...NOTHING.
I am content to let the reasoning behind the pirate smiley remain shrouded in mystery.
I am going to let you know that's Morrissey, before OPA gets the chance to yell at you for not knowing him.
I am laughing at the mental image of OPA being angry bullshit.
I am, once again, finding myself at work. I don't remember how I got here. And I'm not sure I know how to leave...
I am also unsure as to how I feel about John Voight being Optimus Prime in the new Transformers movie...
I am slightly irate about...the recent re-debut of an occasional wanker.