Maya A. I am Not

I have been reading quite a bit of poetry lately...on blogs, in books, etc. Poetry is so subjective and I enjoy 95 % of it, but I don't care too much for interpreting what I have read, nor do I write poetry well.

Recently I signed up for a swap and one of the requirements had a list of ten words and I was required to compose a poem utilizing the given words. That would have been fine, had the words been normal words...that, I don't know? Could come within a hair's breath of a feasible rhyme? Be found in the same stratosphere...were related in some way? No. They weren't. At all [in my opinion]. But, I give you my attempt:

I climb aboard the train
I bid a farewell to all I knew
My luggage grasped firmly
My teeth set in decision
I crumble into a waterfall of emotion
School is taunting me
I want to float away
Gracefully, across a purple abyss
Like a feather

I put this forth, nor for laughs, but for the simple fact that I think I worked a miracle. This poem almost makes sense. Sort of. Well it would if you could describe an abyss as purple.

Actually, after reading it - it doesn't suck. Too much. And putting it together like that, it almost does appear to be a poem, right? And the words didn't come all orderly like that....when jumbled it is a bit harder. I assure you.

So anyone want to try to name my lame-O poem? I dare ya'. :D