New poetry

I think I'm in for another chapter in the book of my life, my poetry's starting to show it. Yesterday, after the workshop(facilitated by kenneth cobonpue, classmates: Ms stel, Ms Cristy, James, Hannah, and an unknown mom), I was dropped of at this British bar near my place, vera and liyo and jay were there. the next few hours after the tennis viewing would be a series of a variety of crying styles and some gusts of violence and emotional let-outs. I am ok now, but I am at loss. Jay has decided to remove me from his life. I think my paintings are foreshadowing my future, the painting on rejection which sir sio hailed as "a great composition" and started a sermon for my classmates, was about rejection...and it wasn't just about James'. I'm starting to get used to it. Whatever the situation, however different they seem to be, still it's rejection. But somehow (thank God), I did not and am not hitting rock bottom. I have this great surge of a want to write. New chapter, new crap, new shcool year, new status, new philosophy, new stuff....New poetry it is. Super perfundo on the early eve of our day!