I’m with you in Sisters,
Where our aspirations are only as big as the mountains around us,
I’m with you in Sisters,
Where the only people that matter are right here with us,
I’m with you in Sisters,
Where a harvest moon smiles back at us in the night,
I’m with you in Sisters,
Your dreams of being a painter have come back to you,
And there is no need for artificial bliss,
I’m with you in Sisters,
The sounds of the basketball can be heard with the mirth of a generation,
I’m with you in Sisters,
There are no steps left to take onto the train that leads only to
A future without me,
I’m with you in sisters,
And we can hear the snow before it comes,
And the lamas grazing in the woods with their friends,
I’m with you in Sisters,
We clean the stalls with urgency,
For what awaits inside is better than real life,
I’m with you in sisters,
The smell of spring is here, and the birds won’t stop for us,
And the mountains smile back at the youth left behind us,
I’m with you in Sisters,
Where you can’t forget me so the camera isn’t necessary,
And the scent dancing faintly at the edge of our noses is bread baking in the house,
I’m with you in Sisters,
I wish we grew up here together, would I be different?
Would you?
I’m with you in Sisters,
Where I can’t get the Bridgetown out of my head,
So nothing seems real,
I’m with you in Sisters,
It’s June, and I’ve bought a cabin in the field where we forgot ourselves,
And you all come have a *** of coffee and we go on adventures together,
Where we don’t need swords or magic,
I’m with you in Sisters,
Where the machinations of men can’t affect the splendor of the seasons,
We will never frown again,
We will never sleep again,
We will never fight again,
I’m with you in Sisters,
We are kids forever, and there is nothing to forget because every day is perfect in a different way.

His mother was a nice
Girl
Her father used to hit her
A lot
Leaving bruises
Bumps and
Scars
Called her names
Like ****
*****
*****
And would hit her
Again
And Again
He would always say
Sorry
But then
He would
Keep hitting
Her

His father was a good
Boy
He played sports well
All of them
Basketball
Football
Baseball
Soccer
But he never really got his chance
To shine
Because he got hurt
And was put up in the hospital
Because he was
Bleeding
From the inside
And then his father's
Father
Went to jail
He was in and out
All the time
But when he was 17
He went to jail
And never came back out
Until
He died

The boy was very sensitive
Sensitive to people's
Feelings
And emotions
His mother would scream at him
For nothing in particular
And the boy would
Cry
In his room
Alone
And wish it would all go away
But when he got a little bit
Older
As time passed and people
Came and went
His parents were always
Fighting
Always
Never a dull moment
Always
Obscenities
Deafening words
More crying
More
Emotions
Flooding the gates
Of his
Eyelids

Where do I start
How should i begin,
I guess i will just write
until the very end,
I could start with my name
and where i am from,
Yes, I will start with that
and then more will come,
My name is Dylan
and I was born in North Carolina,
I am nineteen years old
but I feel even older,
I look much younger or so I am told
My days are long and filled with joy
I have a daughter
No, not a boy
I work, go to school, and am a father
I own my own business
As God as my witness
I have a beautiful companion
who is full of life
She is my joy
No, not a boy
My two girls are my life
one is my daughter
The other my future wife
My Passion is Business
My title is Entrepreneur
I love what i do
Which is more than most
If you love your work
Than you too can boast
My business is a brand
Perception Apparel is the name
I create unique Clothes
And nothing is quite the same
Check me out,
The website is the name!
Among my hobbies sports are fairly high
Basketball is my favorite
Still not sure why
Other interests  may include:
Food, movies, and long walks on the beach
This is begining to sound like a date
I can't think of anything else to say
My life in 300 words
It is sort of sad in a way
My life in one paragraph
Yet i have nothing left to say?
Well It seems I have begun to rant
I hope now you may know me
There is not much to see
For this is all there is to me
In essence of time
let's bring this to a close
And if you are lost, this was my Prose.

Was it me that broke silences attributed to strength?
Volatile maybe, anything but weak.
Longing to break what is already bent,
My nerve quivers,
Never my lip.

She likes  the boys
& the boys like her.

She makes the dog growl
He makes the kitty purr!

Some call it mating
I call it an animal affair.