of thought while
with fresh stream
Scot Bay's crust
below a split's stair,
milk woven mist
under hand to sea,
sowing Morphina's silvery sleep.
I begged to fly the flag
as you started the mornings fire,
a bottle of gin to halt chattering teeth.
Two full days of bliss.
the nights I miss.
Those were the nights full of bliss.
card games and more.
Those were that nights I adore.
Days on the boat,
out in the sun.
Those were the days full of fun.
whipped cream wars.
Those were the good memories I have stored.
Those were my weakness, but that you knew.
Nights in the park,
gazing at stars.
Those were my favorite times by far.
I miss you. I love you.
I can't wait to be home.
Those were the words you said before you left me alone.
We dragged the bodies down the wrong side of the road
And stacked their bones like an exhibit behind museum glass.
I remember our hands were too cold to light our cigarettes
So we held them above the bumper of our redhanded Chevy,
Breathing white air onto our fingers around a campfire of exhaust.
Somewhere down the way a lone bird cried a primal warning.
The ground hummed with distant wheels on gravel moving quickly.
Our lofty shoelaces chained our shoes to our feet; frozen to the scene.
Chewing nails down to skin, wrapping scarves like nooses around our necks-
You were the cops, we were the robbers.
You were the prisoner, we were the jail.
Hands crossed for icy handcuffs though none had come yet
So we tied our frosted breath tight inside our shivering body bags.
I’m from wigs and hats and baseball cards
From perseverance and working hard
I am from “you can surely ace this test”
From “things will always turn out for the best.”
I’m from belief and passion and prayer
From the constant feeling that God is there.
I’m from a camp where everyone belongs
From cheers, from sports, from campfire songs.
I’m from the lake every summer in the sun,
From gathering the family and just having fun.
I’m from painting on doors and singing on stage
From constantly working so hard to behave.
I am from stories and poems and art
I am from passion and power and heart.
I am from hyperness and hysteria.
I’m from Doctor Who and Nerdfighteria.
I’m from often feeling that I’m not good enough
But from pushing through when times are rough.
Although sometimes I’m from pressure and loss
We make it through, because my family is boss.