Competition Smompatision

[starsondrugs]

San Fransisco was calm and dry.

The room was small. Went I walked up there, the camera man shifted the lense towards my back, walking down the stairs. I was the first up.

I crashed, Was slow and loud. My scores were low. Not too low, but low enough. I realized that I wouldn't pass because

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[_radio]

i've been in a similar situation...dont worry about it, it doesnt judge your talent.

my band played at a talent show in redwood city, in the ghettoish area. we were the only "band" that played. everybody else was rapping or reciting raplike poetry, or doing some hip hop dance. when we finished playing our song there was silence for a few seconds...nobody clapped until the announcer clapped for us out of pity(i later found out that he really did respect us), and even then only a few people clapped and for a short time...

we didnt win any prizes.

erik made a really funny and completely politically incorrect comment when we were there tho...it was hilarious.

some girl was reading poetry that she wrote. at the beginning of her second poem she said "this one is about a friend that i lost recenty". erik turns to me and says "oh really? where'd you put her"

i nearly exploded...but didnt because i would've gotten capped.

[_radio]

i almost forgot to put the moral of the story.

you were just in the wrong situation, it does not mean that your stuff has no worth. it has worth more than you can imagine. it touches me and poetry hasnt touched me since i stopped writing. and its not even just your poetry. it's the mannerisms in the way you write. you make everything timeless and epic...and real

dont sweat it anna. you're awsome.