Magnetic poetry....does anyone else love these cool little kits as much as i do?

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I have a huge collection of Magnetic poetry pieces. You know, those little kits you can find in book stores and such that are just a little box filled with hundreds of words on small magnetic pieces? My fridge is COVERED with them lol. I have all the words organized alphabeticly on the door of my fridge (that took FOREVER!) and i use the door of the freezer as my artistic canvas. Every so often i get inspired by a couple of words and create a poem around them. I always write the poems down afterwards so i can have record of them, so i don't lose the poem when i take it apart to use the word in another. It really adds a whole new aspect to my poetry writing because it imposes limits, as there are only so many words you can use, as you only have a set number of magnets. I sometimes tend to get more creative and use a lot of euphemisms to get my point across. Here are a couple i came up with that i would like to share #1 Chant to Worship And adore me For i am the sweet goddess Together we will Manipulate and Destroy His life #2 Whispered screams fall from her tongue And shadowed visions of beauty Play in her head As she trudges through The elaborate void of life And drives franticly on the road of lust. Though she aches for love There is none. Here am i Locked in my sordid eternity #3 Smear of hot wax. Smooth sweaty skin. Smell of bitter blood. Flood of raw lust. Take me... ...please. Soaring through blackness. Letting go. Falling from above. The ache is gone For the moment.. But the urge still lives. Who is next? #4 (this one took a while to put together....and loses some meaning when you can't see the "form" it took on the fridge) I want to dream... a path of profound possibilities ...and run a road full of peacful relief ...and drive a sea of overflowing comfort ...and swim a sky enormous with beauty ...and soar I want to sooth my heartache, mend my fragile spirit, recover faith in tender love, remember how kisses felt, and feel joy. I need to create a balance of my inner self with all the drama of everyday life. And slip into a life of positive energy and pure happiness to live I need to rake away the shadowy doubt present in my darkest dreams to scream through the lies so they no longer manipulate the voice of truth to stop the frantic chaos from crushing my weary soul to tear out the bitterness and shame which rip through genle being like a dull rusty knife. To transform.