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"marlise" poems
I am from A yellow house and a little red bike Bruises and Band-Aids on my knees From learning every time I fall I am from The Band, The Beatles, Buddy Holly, and Bruce Springsteen Our small kitchen table and Christmas cookies From a family that almost fits on my Grandparent’s front porch I am from Summer memories and freckles and the Field of Dreams The swimming hole, egg salad sandwiches, popsicles and pecan sandies From Gramma and Fred and the Mill Road I am from generations of tiny waists and dainty wrists Of Marlise and Melissa and M’s Brown eyes and pine needles and Big Rock From denial and acceptance I am from Tea with my mom and driving with my dad My beautiful Hazel From the Harvest Party and my beloved barn I am from soft white clouds of comforters A room painted the shade of pink lemonade Arizonas and cosmic brownies and Matt’s Honeydew melon Sorbet From Quickway and the Gazebo and Cherry Valley I am from a collection of keys with no locks Chewed cuticles and paper cuts A mouthful of words and a bad habit of tripping From the love of glue and sharp scissors I am from years of ***** bare feet And freedom to be me Getting the mail everyday except Sunday From picnic tables and corn on the cob I am from a love of language and words and poetry A love of planes and tractors and the Superbowl A big family as strong as the Brooklyn Bridge And just as supportive too I am from my dream catcher Catching my fantasies of fast cars and shooting stars A bottle full of memories and polaroids taped to my wall From hip hop and coca cola and heart shaped sunglasses I am from the baby freckles on my shoulders A love of sun and freshly mowed green grass Brave New World and Brandy Melville From tweeting and handwritten letters I am from the studio floor and my ballet slippers My favorite black leotard and Fuentes 12 years of pointed feet and tutus From the dressing room and the barre I am from the Star of David and 8 burning candles Suburban Philadelphia and Black Friday Diners and Chinese Food and Fortunes From my dad I am from the cornfields and red barns Chickens and cows, fresh eggs and warm milk Valedictorians and Ivy leagues From my mom But most of all, I am from the puzzle pieces of myself The dark, dusty, unexplored corners of my brain The fear of death and rats and failure and loneliness From the love of life and belief and hope
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
mar-poems
I am from
I am from A yellow house and a little red bike Bruises and Band-Aids on my knees From learning every time I fall I am from The Band, The Beatles, Buddy Holly, and Bruce Springsteen Our small kitchen table and Christmas cookies From a family that almost fits on my Grandparent’s front porch I am from Summer memories and freckles and the Field of Dreams The swimming hole, egg salad sandwiches, popsicles and pecan sandies From Gramma and Fred and the Mill Road I am from generations of tiny waists and dainty wrists Of Marlise and Melissa and M’s Brown eyes and pine needles and Big Rock From denial and acceptance I am from Tea with my mom and driving with my dad My beautiful Hazel From the Harvest Party and my beloved barn I am from soft white clouds of comforters A room painted the shade of pink lemonade Arizonas and cosmic brownies and Matt’s Honeydew melon Sorbet From Quickway and the Gazebo and Cherry Valley I am from a collection of keys with no locks Chewed cuticles and paper cuts A mouthful of words and a bad habit of tripping From the love of glue and sharp scissors I am from years of ***** bare feet And freedom to be me Getting the mail everyday except Sunday From picnic tables and corn on the cob I am from a love of language and words and poetry A love of planes and tractors and the Superbowl A big family as strong as the Brooklyn Bridge And just as supportive too I am from my dream catcher Catching my fantasies of fast cars and shooting stars A bottle full of memories and polaroids taped to my wall From hip hop and coca cola and heart shaped sunglasses I am from the baby freckles on my shoulders A love of sun and freshly mowed green grass Brave New World and Brandy Melville From tweeting and handwritten letters I am from the studio floor and my ballet slippers My favorite black leotard and Fuentes 12 years of pointed feet and tutus From the dressing room and the barre I am from the Star of David and 8 burning candles Suburban Philadelphia and Black Friday Diners and Chinese Food and Fortunes From my dad I am from the cornfields and red barns Chickens and cows, fresh eggs and warm milk Valedictorians and Ivy leagues From my mom But most of all, I am from the puzzle pieces of myself The dark, dusty, unexplored corners of my brain The fear of death and rats and failure and loneliness From the love of life and belief and hope
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