...I'm a poet and I know it... *sigh*

Lately, I've been having these dreams lately. A friend for years, now suddenly deeper emotion grows. Barring she's not alone, no need for me when she walks down her atomic Forest. No need for me. This idealistic future of mine that only happens at night, my eyes are closed but my mind is open. Endless possibilities to contemplate but only you come to mind, with our two fingers interlocked we shift from district to district. A gentle tune that describes all emotion, nothing could feel better than this abyss of sadness that I backslide to when I awake from my slumber...lately all these emotions have come to me lately.

Theme for English 3

I dont think that my case completely touches that of the poem, for example I'm not a black college student from harlem, but regaurdless Im not the same person out in the "wild" as I am in school and around my teachers. Although im not the exact opposite of what I am in school and I can be real with my teachers and studies, but not my rude and nonchalant attitude about all the little things. Otherwise I would get nothing done, but my outer interests will help me out with a high school English 3 class, unless I have to cook a kiesh or tune the suspension on a motorcycle. On another note im completely responsible for my education and with frinds or alone I'll continue my education without sweating the little things.

SPRING POST 1: MUSIC AS LITERATURE.

its funny, i just finished playing guitar before starting this post. I think that music is literature, its one of the oldest ways people communicated and just like a book or a poem, music gives off emotion and gets some kind of point across. over all one couldnt excist with out the other, wether its a song a poem a book a rap excetera.