I am from warm summer nights I am from catch in the hot new england sun Squirtguns and water fights Hide and seek with neighborhood friends My Grandfather, the spray of the ocean, the stench of his cigarettes
I am from bagels and butter from spiderman comics and kool-aid stained lips from pointing a water hose upwards to make rain from wanting to be michael jordan from time being infinite and happiness cheap
I am from the heart of mother nature Where the wind runs through the velvet fields and infamous trees Captivated by a little red house in the middle of no where Where three little boys learned to create their own fun
I come from Buffalo, Kenmore, the 716 Along with our delacasies, including this. We got eggs, sausage, beans out of the can Meatballs, pasta, a little bit of Spam News Radio 560 WGAN
I am from an apartment, lost in the crowed city, With two of the most loveable people in my world, Near a subway station which takes me to my school every morning, Isn't fancy, but ordinary, Isn't big, but cordial.
started by Peter E. Rowe on 12 May 13
Respond to your classmates!
Papers, computers and phones
They helped me find a home
Where hope roams the endless sky
And children dance among the daisies
Watching their youth drift by
the white mountains cover me
the old man went crumbling down
when i was 8 it made me frown
I am from catch in the hot new england sun
Squirtguns and water fights
Hide and seek with neighborhood friends
My Grandfather, the spray of the ocean, the stench of his cigarettes
Loud and free
Yet held back by
The wicked claws of society
A tiny worm carrving his way
Through sweet dreams
Having great afternoon tea
and Laughing together
from spiderman comics and kool-aid stained lips
from pointing a water hose upwards to make rain
from wanting to be michael jordan
from time being infinite and happiness cheap
Grass tickling at my feet
A cool breeze on my face
a warm hearted
family of three
Wondering where i will be
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I never asked for this to happen
Nannies in the morning
Nannies at the night
They helped me throguh my fright
Portland born
GNG raised
Then I moved to Bath
Everything Changed.
Bright blue color
and dusty grey land.
Clouds of grey and rain of tears
With hints of sunshine
Breaking through the overcast sky
Where the wind runs through the velvet fields and infamous trees
Captivated by a little red house in the middle of no where
Where three little boys learned to create their own fun
that does not hide his emotions
when frustrations come in its mind
destroy everything on its way
A child held tightly at birth
Parting souls sadly saying goodbye
The thrill of mudruckers
and the glow of summer bonfires
At midnight tailgates
I am the shimmery golden
Convey my wisdom by writing
Along with our delacasies, including this.
We got eggs, sausage, beans out of the can
Meatballs, pasta, a little bit of Spam
News Radio 560 WGAN
Years and years of squandered education
I am from the yellow brick road
Twists and turns and undulation
The path of uncertainty is unknown
Those who have no shame, hearts, or souls.
From the world of bubbly blondes,
To the valley of the stick thin.
arising from lonely nights
smelling the sweet aroma
Having fun on the run
Sneaking and cheating
Riding and hiding
Whose leaves have fallen to the ground,
Shattered and scattered,
Snapshots from my memory lost.
lost in the crowed city,
With two of the most loveable people in my world,
Near a subway station which takes me to my school every morning,
Isn't fancy, but ordinary,
Isn't big, but cordial.