I am from nothing.
From privilege thoughts
and poor choices.
I am from rumpled
school uniforms
and skinned knees.
From the stinging
taste of red clay
to the black and
blue sleeves of
prepubescent rage.
I am from
giant dogwoods
whose long-
reaching branches
scrapped against
that endless,
black celling.
The forever
nights, holding
on to Dogwood
limbs. Eyes un-
blinking. Starring
into the abyss
of creation.
From
Cap’n Crunch
and chocolate
milk to black
coffee and cigarettes.
I am from
absent brothers
and forgetful
fathers.
I am from
awkward crushes
to adolescent
wet-dreams of
the budding
tulips walking
down our halls.
From the
class clowns
to the wall-
flowers.
From the
fuck-ups
to the
*Prima
Donnas*.
From the Sunday fields
of old and new
to the Wednesday
rivers of the born again.
I am from
the warming
light.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
Sleepless nights.
Letters read.
Poems written.
Faith restored.
Passion persisted.
Love sustained.
Forever,
Forever.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
Memento Mori.
Remember,
my dear
friends, and
listen well.
One day,
we will
all die.
You are
all pieces
of ****
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC