hey everyone. im a 14 year old female from California and im trying to get into the poetry business. im not gonna talk all fancy cause i just wanna get to my ponit. if u can and if possible please go to poetry.com & search under janet mata. later if u'd like e-mail me @ fabulous128@hotmail.com and tell me what u think. thanx for ur time.chow.

tell me what u think @ fabulous128@hotmail.com about this poem.thanx. ‘’Too Far Away’’ this unstopable feeling is something ive never felt before, should i say i love you or are you someone whom i just adore? this feeling wont go away over night, from everyone ive seen you seem to be perfectly right. i gave you all of my heart and love to you, i love you so much that i dont know what to do. everything ive said to you is not a lie, i want to love you until i die. i may be a thousand miles away, but i keep thinking of you every single day. his song:

tell me what u think @ fabulous128@hotmail.com about this poem.thanx. ‘’Too Far Away’’ this unstopable feeling is something ive never felt before, should i say i love you or are you someone whom i just adore? this feeling wont go away over night, from everyone ive seen you seem to be perfectly right. i gave you all of my heart and love to you, i love you so much that i dont know what to do. everything ive said to you is not a lie, i want to love you until i die. i may be a thousand miles away, but i keep thinking of you every single day.

Acceptance I put in my best & I Know I have done some things wrong, But they really arent & out of That pain ive made this song. For I over hear yo’ conversation On the phone that u think I still do drugs, But for real though man! Seeing u never really care for me really sux. Thas exactly what I be Wanting ever since I can remember, But u loving me for just One night which id wish would last forever. No more wishes No more games, Evertime I do something good Things never change. Ne matter wat id o You never wanna accept, But I don’t want anything else But love and respect. I bet u never thought Of that?huh? I should have known, I don’t go near u no more & Anger and disattachment wat ive been shown. W/ out u I wouldn’t be writing wat im writing, Everything I do @ school Seems like a drug..its exciting. That’s the thing though I quit drugs along time ago, Everyone offers me drugs but My answers always a NO!! Ive been given Ive been offered, But I don’t wanna it though Cause I just wanna be a good daughter. I wanna keep my promises To everyone I have, And I wanna keep my Promise that I’ll forever love my momma and dad. Its not really a promise Its just wat a good daughter does, Its not something u can answer w/ just a “because.” It’s a spaecial thang that u always wanna hold, even when yo’ freezin’ in the middle o’ nowhere..cold. just thank them for they have given u yo’ life but u have a word ineverything…u have a right. Don’t walk be them As if u know u’ll see em’ again, Because things happen… Tell em’ u love em’ instead. Even though they’ve Completely lost their minds, Treat them w/ respect… Be gentle, be kind. Im saying so many Things & giving my all, Wishing for the best That I wont take a fall. Ive been wishing forever That u’d stand by my side, But ever since last year Its been a bumpy ride. Its our own certain ways of seeing thangs, & its our totally different poitn of views, drugs, violence, & alcohol is wat people most likel will seem to choose. I don’t choose to do that though Cause im smarter than that, I know how I’ll end up… I know it for a fact. Of course ill react to when someone strikes, but they’ll have to be prepared for this is a real fight. You make me choose between the people who I love most, and even when u knew what happened, u wished me the worst.

As Deep As The Ocean 8-4-00 what would i do if you weren't in my life? i'd probably go crazy without your tender love & care, i dont think being so far away from each other is at all any fair. when im with you its like the touch of an angel. the things i say to you dont come out as a demand, nor a command. the more time i am away from you, the more i realize that my love for you is very true. nothing will change my love for you, for now i have discovered something very new. my feelings for you are as deep as the ocean and as steep as hills, i dont know why i feel so strange... i cant describe how it feels. should i stop thinking this is love and make a command or should i put a stop to this and make a demand? i dont know you feel the same... but if you dont then dont worry... theres no one to blame. Love,Janet

AS THE WHEEL SPINS 3-13-01 I CANT BELEAVE U FUCKED ME LIKE THIS I MEANT NOTHING TO U ASWELL AS OUR KISS. AS MUCHA S IT HURTS 2 SAY, UR A JERK AND A FOOL, I THOUGHT U WERE SWEET AND A PERSON WHO SEEMED KEWL. WAT I THINK SHOULDNT MATTER ANYMORE, I FEEL U DONT NEED ME SO "BYE BYE" OUT DA DOOR. U DONT LOVE ME & U NEVER WILL! I CAINT BUH LEAVE U (ALRITE JANET..JUS CHILL!) U GET MAD @ ME AND U LIE, IF U ONLY KNEW THAT WHEN U DO THIS IT MAKES ME WANNA CRY. I NEVER LOVED ANYONE AS I DID TO U

cAnT u heaR ME!?! 2-21-01 all i hear is that i am unworthy...stupid a no one i can never stop thinking of what u told me the other day...its stops me 4rm having fun! u dont know mean anything 2 me & ur not a big shot! "c mon ... bring it on... or is that all u got!?! im going on 2 a place of anger and pain... a place better known 2 go insane! dont ever cry 4 me anymore! why cry now!?! u never did before! my motto has always been, "a true frend stabs u in the front." is it true? is it? this is a question 4rm me 2 u! (lowsoft voice:answer me!) cant u hear me!?! i dont wanna hear it...let me be!! < ( calm w/ anger)

chaotic situations 11-16-01 when will this chaos quit taking total control over my everything I do? When will it be for sure im not crazy!?! Is this giberish im saying is even half true!?! The questions keep on coming And answers I will never get, Everything I’ve done I’ve benifited And from this this I wont forget. It’s all true…those little sayings That unless were happy we cant make others happy, Don’t u think this quote is Very much true? (yeah) exactly. None of us can change anyone else… We can only hope for the best, Life is certainly not a game so give all u can Cause this is ur one and only test. A test to see if u were Truly a giving and caring person, They’ll be lookin’ if u did drugs ,if u Caused death and if u be cursin’. Be careful wat u wish for , for it just might come true U think its just a myth but if u do then u aint seen nothin’ yet, I wished for so much and only one has come true..its almost Changed my life! U don’t believe me?ok then lets place a bet. Ur set here on earth To find out ur purpose, Don’t think that ur all Bad luck and u belong in a circus. Weather it be that u never find ur reason Don’t mean that u gotta stop right there, Cause if u do then that’ll really Show that for ur life…well… u really don’t care.

DEFndAnT 2-21-01 if u touch me w/ ur sense of anger then ill go balistic... who lnows wut ill do... ill be drifted i've never had a nightmare come true its one of those,''it'll never happen knda dreams. i can tell by ur facial expression u think im a wacko (low soft voice:"no") well thats what it seems!! dont ever come around me anymore! if u do then i'll pound u 2 the floor!!!! jack be humble, jack be quick. u better shut up u fucken prick!! u pretend 2 b so happy & prude ur this, "what up? how's it going?''kind dude. ur all a fony... ur a fake!! ur starting 2 cry... is this all u can take!?! u pledged guilty on the courtstand & u pledged guilty 2 the world. ur story was all a lie. the truth was never heard.. never told.

different voice by janet mata 6-18-01 somedays i just feel so insecure, that i even ask myself, ''whats left to live for !?!''. it sux that i have 2 come 2 this point & time, to notice that you’ll never again be mine i wanna grow up... i wanna be small... but i dont wanna have to worry..not even alittle.. not even at all. i guess you can say what ive been lately is confused, but how would you feel if guys or girls only went out with you so you can be used? that... you cant answer and neither can i, and when i think of this it hurts so much that it even makes me…cry it just makes me angry and sad all at once, that i havent had anyone good & decent in so many months! why i cry?...i cant answer that, but i do know what im saying is true...its a proven fact. ive had good times & bad ones & ive savored every single 1, the bad ones i wish i could change but...i guess... whats done is done. i wanna leave everything behind, but then i ask myself,''what are you ? out of your mind!?!'' when will i get the support that i need? when will people stop with the looks and the greed? from what ive seen here, theres no conclusion, me only saying whats on my mind will only cause terrible confusion.

your poems suck.

It must be nice to be 14 and actually think you know what is going on in your own life. Love? 14? Yeah, I thought the same at 15 and figured out it was simply immature infatuation. The last one almost sounds like it was ripped off of "10 Things I Hate About You". My unwanted advice. Before you write about who you are, figure out who you are. This is worse than what I wrote in Catholic School and my poetry sucks.

mad props to nate and eri. >=)

I CAINT BUH LEAVE U Hee hee! I CAINT BUH LEAVE U I CAINT BUH LEAVE U I CAINT BUH LEAVE U That aside - I don't know, kids. I mean, clearly she's been influenced by the writers of the post-modern movement of the early 1920s - '30s (and most definitely Djuna Barnes...all that's missing is a violent sex scene with a German Shepherd and you have the 21st century's answer to "Nightwood"), so you have to admit that, as derivative as Janet's poetry is, at least she recognizes genius when she sees it. No?

I must be honest here. I think that the reason her poetry bothers me is simply because it sounds like my sister. We all know how well I get along with her. Also a lack of life experience. I am not saying that she couldn't become a good poet. I just think she has a lot of growing to do. When I read poetry, I want to feel something from it. I didn't get that this time. It sounded a lot like my sister's constant pity parties. It just rubbed me the wrong way. I don't know much about historic poets, other than the normal taught in school. I don't know where her influences come from. It just seems like she is trying too hard. It also sounds naive in love. We all go thru these phases of life, especially around 14-18 years old. We grow a lot during those years. I am simply stating that she needs to learn from life and work to further her education, and then with hard work she could do much better. I must give her props for trying. It does take a lot of guts to put your stuff out there. A for effort. I apologize for being too harsh. Again, it just rubbed my the wrong way. Maybe it is because my sister is mentally 14 and that is not this poor girls fault.

No, her poems just suck

(Psst...Eri...I was kidding about her influences.) It's nice of you to apologize to her, though. It wasn't nice of me to make fun of her. Janet, I apologize too. This is my advice -- read more. Read fiction and drama *and* poetry. Ignore song lyrics for now, ignore your friends, ignore what you might hear read on open-mic night at the local coffee house. Find poetry you really like, and try to imitate it as an exercise. Great painters learn to paint by copying the masters first and learning as much technique as they can. I'd like to read one of the poems that drove me into poetry I can't remember one line or where to look The same thing happened with money girls and late evenings of talk Where are the poems that led me away from everything I loved to stand here naked with the thought of finding thee --Leonard Cohen

No, her poems just suck

My own poems suck way worse than that so I can not say a damn thing every person who say her poems suck should post a poem of there own. Then we will see who has the right to say. I already posted a ton of my writing so theres' no need for me to do that and any way I do not think its nice to tell some one their writing sux even if it does. cause all people suck when they first start at a thing. No one is realy good at first its like driving a car you suck when you first start at it. Then you get beter. If your lucky.

Hey, if you post them, then you should be open to critism. I can't write, I know I cannot, so I do not post them.

Oh, come on honey. You really don't think she sounds like Annie? Read "As the Wheel Spins". Tell me that doesn't sound like when Annie got dumped for Chrissy. Remember the kissing thing in the barn where Chrissy timed them, and the he dumped her for Chrissy? Doesn't that sound like Annie? Should I compose a poem ala Annie for you? My parents think I am a burden. They won't teach me to drive. They won't buy me a car. They won't give me rides to work. I get my license anyways. I buy a car anyways. My parents think they're the boss. They tell me I need a job. They tell me not to have sex in their basement. They tell me not to date 15 year olds. I called in sick to the job anyways. I boinked the kid anyways. I got pregnant anyways. My parents think I should get my own place. Why, because I am married and a mother? I have lived there 10 years, I partially own that house. It is mine. I moved into someones basement anyways. I gave my son a skull fracture anyways. Give me a break. I wanted a daughter. Now my parents raise my son. I live back at their house. They pay my car payments. I don't have a job. My husband is in Oklahoma. I may be horny, but the burden won! The rest of the world has just lost its perspective. What do you think?

Dont forget: I needed a place to stay so I went for a lay Now I have PID And it is all your fault Because I hit my kid

most poetry sucks.

hey droop. post for us some poetry that doesn't suck.

Damn, Sarah, R U asserting that Leonard Cohen sux? Cuz U and I may have 2 take it 2 tha streetz...

you guys actually read these? most poetry does suck...i think i said that a couple of weeks ago.

Step off, fool! You sweatin' tha words??! Don't make me rool you like a chester, herb. Yo.

"a poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits." - robert heinlein.

Spunky I kinda see what you are saying if you post you have to take the heat. But man I'm just real glad that folks way nicer to me when I first come around I can take that kind of bull shit now but, early on it would have screwed with my head. I cant write or spell for shit but I still like to write. But I dont come on like Walt Whitman I am just a LD kid who wants to get real good at words and every thing else. School and writing may both be hard for me but I will still rule the world. Selah!

go, oswald! at least she's writing, and at age 14 no less. if she keeps it up, she could begin to make sense.

I can't believe I'm doing this,but she needs to work on her spelling,I'm laughing as I type this,and I needed that.

i've been writing since ten. and the things i've written've never, EVER been about bull shit boyfriend/girlfriend/amazinglyannoyinggrammar shit. this kind of crap poetry should be banned. after all, the only thing you get from it is another wasted tree (or a few kb's in hd space). heh...

f uck UU ass

That's U.S., not You Ass. LS

With practice her poetry could be as bad as mine. I shall never subject the rest of the world to my feeble attemps at poetry.

I think the poems are sweet & innocent. but you guys don't like things like that, you silly little wild ponys. and anyway, i just skimmed them. her love is as deep as the ocean and as high as the mountains. and i know "ponys" is spelled "ponies", i just like it better as "ponys"... just for the record.

Please stop sniffing aerosols and get back to us.

it occurred to me this morning that steve miller probably made thousands of dollars off of the following lyrics: abra abra kadabbrah i wanna reach out and grab ya so really, i mean, who's to say. Janet might be on to something.

sweet and innocent and reading like low budget hallmark cards.

people buy hallmark cards. lots of them. someone is making bank.

they aren't poetry, though. that's the point.

There is no poetry business.

there is no poetry.

But we still have this www.infinitefish.com/haiku/

Crap!

yes,we still have crap.

Eating Poetry Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad and she walks with her hands in her dress. The poems are gone. The light is dim. The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up. Their eyeballs roll, their blond legs burn like brush. The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep. She does not understand. When I get on my knees and lick her hand, she screams. I am a new man. I snarl at her and bark. I romp with joy in the bookish dark. --Mark Strand

Listen, all: Poetry is an artistic medium like any other. Like sculpture or dance or music or fiction. There is no quality inherent to poetry. You can't say "Poetry sucks." That's like saying "novels suck." "Music sucks." "Food tastes bad." That's retarded, and you are stupidly limiting yourself from experience if you think this way. And, no, I have no sense of humor about this kind of thing. As I've said before, I find willful ignorance revolting.

what IS art? what's the qualifier spider?

Art is a matter of taste. Taste is a matter of opinion. Opinion is a matter of upbringing/surroundings. There is no true "good or bad". there is no "right or wrong" in taste/opinion There is only your eyes and their eyes. Obey your thirst, drink Sprite

I always enjoy listening to Patrick, the contradictions are amusing. I'm not trying to insult, but, how can you be so judgemental about music, food, vehicles, movies, people, relationships, society, politics etc... Your opinions are very strong and you attempt to "make people see things your way" This is the type of personality that causes many of the world problems that you lecture about.

"This is the type of personality that causes many of the world problems that you lecture about" don't be so hysterical.

Dont be so judgemental. And them condemn judgement

Nothing treats hysteria like a good uterine masssage.

hahahahaha

Barium enemas have had positive results,too.

Last week I was hotter than my man James Brown, so I went to the beach and tried to cool myself down. There I met this girl who looked pretty damn fly, she put her arm around me and said her mouth was dry. So I gave her a kiss that was a mighty-bit wet, and said I didn't think we had proporly met. She told me her name, and before I could say mine, we did the 'mattress disco' until a quarter to nine. As I told her I liked the way she 'danced,' she reached down and started playing with the tool in my pants. I backed away from the girl and said "Whoah, take it slow. It's rare to find a girl that I would like to get to know. I'd like to take you out, to wine you and dine you, and make you chicken soup when you get the flu." Well, apparently, it was something I said, cause she walked the other way and took some other guy to bed. LS

OMG SO DEEP!

Isn't it though? Imagine going up on stage and singing that. LS

I'd do it! Just give me the music :)

Their coming to take me away. Ha. Ha. Their coming to take me away. To the happy home where life is beautiful all day long.

Watcher, cute, but it is To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats And they're coming to take me away HA HA To the happy home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basketweavers who sit and twidle their thumbs and toes And their coming to take me away HA HA! Can you tell I grew up around Dr. Demento fans? Of, course, I still like the song they played in the "funny farm" You can't roller skate in a buffalo herd, but you can be happy if you've mind to. :)

At some point in my life,I actually bought that album at park and swap there was actually a song with Josephine's reply on the other side,I wonder what happened to it? I use to have an album of Mae West singing rock songs, I know who has that,bastard,I use to crack up when she sang shaking all over,she must have been in her late 80's then.

eri... I did sing it on stage! One of the times was when the band opened up for the Bloodhound Gang. I think Nate has seen me go up on stage and sing it. Maybe not. LS

standing applauding

Serious reply while goofing off: Read and listen to Leonard Cohen and Kipling. Try reading e.e. cummings aloud. (It's supposed to be read aloud, believe it or don't...) Listen to rap; try to figure out why some suck and others make you want to dance, cry, or hit someone. Join your competitive speech class in school and find out how to really sell a poem to an audience; then you'll have more clue as to how to write it to be read. Poetry is primarily an oral artform. Poetry is also the most concentrated verbal artform. The trick is to say the most with the least; learn nuance. Read shakespere and learn to think in iambic pentameter. Then try tetrameter. Read all the Burton translations of greek poetry you can find; learn the rythms. It if ain't got a beat, you can't snap your fingers. Then write what you know. And ... oh, if you wanna be an artist, get used to having your ego stepped on by philistines. :> However, you can't learn any artform without sucking at it for a long time; likely forever, because if you are a serious artist, you are always working at the edge of the suck zone. If you aren't producing at LEAST 30% crap, you might as well be Walt Whitman; you are doomed to writing Hallmark Greetings, you may be tecnically excellent, but who the hell will EVER care? To begin with: before you ever show a poem to anyone else - read it aloud to a tape recorder. If you STILL think it's good after that, then read it aloud to someone you are not related to or who owes you money. If it passes that test - then you start polishing it.

jesus bob....you're turning me on.

That is the best advice on poetry I have ever heard. Bob, you're my hero :)