When I was taking my English II (literature) Class at college I almost
failed it because I told the teacher when she asked my about a poem that
for me it didn't make any sense at all. I told her that those were a
bunch of words that rythm together with no meaning whatsoever. She got
totally mad at me, and a girl next to me told me that i was an
insensitive person.
And now I'm writing odes, poems, posting neruda, and stuff. Isn't it
ironic?
Plus my English grammar and usage suck, so u go figure what was my grade
in that class.

Thing I love about it, is that is doesn't matter how it's done, or what
you've studied...

For me, it is the expression of inside a person.
And, most times what I have inside doesn't come out of my mouth
correctly. I stumble, trip, go word blind...

I never had a poetry teacher...

I just had a love of words. Began writing children's short stories...

So! You had a poetic heart, eh? And it does show...

I love how others perception of what it is supposed to be makes one
wrong.

I love knowing that in my wrongness, I am so right for me.

All my school life I was wrong....and so right.

precious words from my precious sisters
I love u girls

hey jesse!

we're preeeccioussss

My preciousssssssssssssssss...come hide in the cave with me........


or was that follow the lime green road???


where were we?

greetings to u lee and nene

Hey Miguel.....another day wandering the rabbit holes....

good to see you..

good to see u too, lady vader

heya miguel!

Neon green, that was... MUPPET

run run run run >>>>>>>>>>>>>>......NEAR....run run run run ....


<<<<<<<<<<<<<far....

I'm trying to write something, but today was hell of a day at my job.
and I'm starving, not a good combination for poetry.

poetry is something you feel, not just a bunch of words. it's a
comination of what you feel, and what you see.. Look inside and write
down what you are feeling...

yup. if you aren't feling it, don't force it=0)

Jesse


NEAR>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>far....

opposites..duh duh duh....

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<...opposites....>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>...........NEAR!!!!!>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>......far<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<....opposites!!!

hmmmm... here is a start of one you finish it....


I sit here , thinking about you.
thinking about that long talk we had.
The way you said you'd always love me,
and you would always care,
but look at were we are now
no where,....

*muppet hands flopping about*>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>NEAR
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< *stop for breath!*>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>far!

OMFG!!!!! Floppy hands!!!!>>>>>>>>>>>>>>running
from floppy hands.....>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

that is wrong

That is what makes poetry and imagination, and joy, and expression so
right!!!!


When other's see it as wrong.