Biography of Jesse Tampa
Most of the people that know me call me and know me by Jesse Tampa, so naturally that's my pen name. Why do I write poetry? It's what I do. I have a talent somewhere. I didn't teach myself to write. When I was in 3rd grade, I failed the F-CAT writes, and I'm pretty sure it was because I mentioned God in my essay. I got a 1.5 and almost had to do the 3rd grade all over again. If it wasn't for summer school, my eggs and bacon would have been toast! I went to summer school and I re-took the F-CAT writes after 3 weeks or so of being taught how to write a good essay. I was very happy that because of summer school I was able to pass and not fail 3rd grade. I took that test and I got a 3 on it. I passed 3rd grade and was able to continue on my path in life. My failure on the F-CAT writes is what inspired me and pushed me to be a better writer in the long run. To ask, 'Jesse, if you had passed that test the first time around, would being such a good writer be so important to you? ' The answer is no. If I had passed the first time, I wouldn't care so much about my writing. It is an emotional and sentimental thing. So now when I write, I want to make sure that it is the best it can possibly be, and if it isn't, I try to make it better. I strive to achieve and I have a need to succeed. My failure is what brought this out in me. I wasn't very big on poetry until 2004, and honestly most of my work is written. What I have posted so far is my latest and newest works, if I feel like it, I will type and post my works from 2004-2005. I stopped writing poetry religiously in 2006, and I didn't pick it back up again until now. May of 2007 being now. If you would like to know more about me, just ask. Here are the facts, I am Mexican-American, and I am very much about my heritage and my culture. I am proud of all of the hard work my parents have done in order to raise me and allow me to be what I have become today. Where do I get my inspiration from? I get my inspiration from life. Sometimes it's good, some times it is bad. I write about what I know though. Or I could also write about what I research or what I am told about. I think I am a pretty good writer. I hope to one day publish an entire book of my own original works. Perhaps this website can help me in doing so. If any publishers read and like my work, or if anyone passes my work along to anyone else and would like to contact me for publication purposes, my e-mail is email@example.com
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Jesse Tampa's Works:
My poem 'I Need Someone' is published in a book called Forever Spoken.
Jesse Tampa Poems
I Need A Job
I've been trying for about a month now No one seems to want me somehow Thirteen years of school for nothing? I'd rather have a job or something
My Poem About Deception
Strewn along to believe the lies of the unjust Put faith into the wrong accord, I have misplaced my trust Through rusted pipes of lies there lay dead dreams below us Never connecting webs together, they say I shouldn’t fuss
Technology Is More Important Than My Son
Technology is what he sees as most important above all things The phone it rings and oh it brings Instant Depression So what's the lesson?
“Home, Sweet Home, ” what do those words mean to me? The only home I’ve encountered, isn’t a mansion by the sea It’s not a trailer with cheap cable TV
Adrian Sanchez Jr.
19 years was too short a time for you to be with us But you’re in a better place now cousin, In God We Trust You’re up in Heaven above the clouds
With water and soap, I try to scrub it off my skin As hard as I try however, the death it creeps within’ The darkness enters into the very depths of my soul My heart has become blackened, it is simply a hole
Here I sit at the cornerstone of Writer’s Cube My brain drained out by a suction tube I have lost my ability to think straight Gone is my power to articulate
I can't stop thinking about you. Love, I can't stop sleeping without you. Love I cannot see breathing without you.
I used to see you in commercials I thought you weren't real Now I see you before me Your beauty I can plainly see
As the moon vanishes and the night is taken away I find the sun coming up giving birth to a new day A brand new beginning to a fresh set time frame
A Movement Away
She loves another My heart takes cover Fearful I am Of holding her hand
Alone I sit here, scenic beauty I feel special, in the moody Empty desks around me, the smell of something new Wishing it surrounds me, in hopes of empty too
Roses will bleed Violets will cry When you broke my heart I wanted to die
I would like to write to give people hope
and I would love to write to make people happy
but sometimes I find that the things in this life
make for nothing but my writing to be crappy
I am trying to be very positive in hard times
Shoving thoughts into places where they collide
Things come out shiny sometimes like new dimes
or they could continue to downward spiral