I am a lover of art and music and strange people. I like to sit in the park and watch things. I am eccentric and scare people half the time. It is what makes me me.
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Jena Crowe Poems
You Poets Suck Toast
I come here and I'm like 'I'm gonna write crap' and then nobody says anything, like I write such horrible crap. Guess what, the pot is filled with my blood and it's on simmer.
Friday Night Lights
It's Friday which means it's crazy where I live. The noise level went from a box fan to stadium seating
Hell is dumb and sore throats are stupid...
Hi poets. it's time I graced you with my dark purple presence, peasants and the poor alike...
Ghost Was Gay
I want to make a crooked paper weight with you hands on the pottery wheel, just like Swayze. Brush your teeth first, ghosts eat garlic
When you worked late shifts toying with my books, asking me to sit closer to you and I wanted you to read me your heart
Sorry I Don't Know How To Comment
My parents divorced when I was 10. At the time life was all bubbles and catching lizards. They re-married when I was 16. I don't know what any of that has to do with my ding-dong disorder.
submit to my poem
if the Bible said that we should all submit to each others poetry we would be out of one's tree, berserk in the kitchen rounding the bend at a dead end
Does Poetry Have To Be Pretty?
Pretty like a girl? Or pretty like a skyscraper before it scrapes your eyes and tells you not to look?
This is a message from the emergency bro...
I saw a kid flying a kite today. An actual 10-12 year old adolescent flying an real kite in the park.
It's October 1st. Did you pay your mortg...
I still write checks. My friend Clarissa snorts when I'm at the check-out. She likes to toss that nasty gum in that pink circular container that looks like birth control pills for barbie
Hillbilles and Hand Sanitizer
White trash goat walkin' no shirt meatheads
sunglasses and cheap gum
There are a couple of boys ditching Summer school, skate boarding down my street.
i burned fifteen peanut butter cookies
brushing my teeth too long. mouth wash swishing slowly, falling asleep at the sink
Peter Pan Peanut Butter & Crazy Shit Lik...
Carl was no Jr. -He was a senior And he was built as tough as a Ford 2002 Ford that is. I liked to braid my hair when he sat behind me in Chemistry.
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You Poets Suck Toast
I come here and I'm like 'I'm gonna write crap'
and then nobody says anything, like I write such horrible crap.
the pot is filled with my blood and it's on simmer.
Nobody likes burned blood at the bottom of a damn pot.