Random Writings [Smut, Poems, Actual Stories, Etc.]

Where I'm From Poem

I am from fishing poles,

From Dodge and Ugly Stik.

I am from the tall staircases that twisted down into the kitchen.

(Tanned, never fully clean,

They were the best for riding down in laundry baskets.)

I am from the orange tree

the pineapple trees

always ripe with sweet smells of fruits.

I am from camping and bad eyesight,

from Mary and Carl.

I'm from the special birthday dinners

and annoying each other constantly.

From I don't think you like ice-cream. and Nope, they're your kids today.

I'm from living in a Christian believing home

yet never believing it myself.

I'm from Florida and laborers,

fish from the grill and homemade Mac N' Cheese.

From the scissors scarring my chin during a fussy haircut,

the icicle falling upon my sisters eye.

Shelves filled with thick, heavy,

and very loved photo albums.

Filled with the lost but not forgotten memories,

Displaying things I never can recall from my mind

showing endlessly throughout the yellow binders.

Holding

Onto what we used to have while it's presently gone.