shannybooh

Where I’m From I am from hot summer days, and much anticipated nights, From sand that never ends, and ocean blue water that goes on forever. I am from cosmos, sweet peas, and morning glories, From porch swings, white picket fences, and children’s gardens. From stacks of books that are taller then me, and libraries that close far too soon. I am from, “I don’t know how, but we’ll find a way,” From, “You can always change your mind,” and “Well, that’s an interesting choice,” I am from a smart, loving mom, and a brother who always cares, even if he pretends not to. I am from

I'm from the poems I've written. I'm from the quotes that glitter in our eyes. I'm from the lyrics that make me cry, to the ones that make me fly. I'm from the good and bad times. The pictures that make us gasp. I'm from my computer world. From everything I've gained, to everything I've lost. I'm from the shadows the corners of everywhere I go. I'm from the hits I've taken, and the hugs I've given. The tears I've shed, to the smiles I've shared. I'm from the jokes I've told, to the laughs I've caused. I'm from my iPod screen, and every song we've ever danced to. I'm from the sweet scent of vanilla, to the scent of his swea

I am from jealousy Of pretty siblings and condescending adults I am from the nearby ocean And the small music box Of the calming, salty coldness of the tides And the soothing ringing of the dancing figurine I am from a high place Made a hill through disaster Constructed a quaint neighborhood Around the jets piercing banter I am from strength From the friends who've helped me I am from "keep going" And a promise I'm still holding I am from a cold place Of natural and mortal senses But I have learned to chase dreams To never let go Of what is to be

I am from music nots, from guitars and choir songs. I'm from blasting music through headphones, from singing loudly along. I'm from writing long poems, short stories, writing my friends songs. I'm from a bleak, frozen morning on a February day. I'm from my mother's curly hair, and from my father's foreign way. I'm from family who acted like friends, and friends who were my family. I am from skull patterns on my clothes, from my computer and my glasses. I'm from tons of bracelets on my arms, from those trying advanced classes. I'm from double peanut butter sandwhiches, because I never did like jelly. I'm from speaking with my

I'm from the box of stubby chalk, Worn from years of driveway drawing. I'm from the hose that erased it all. I'm from the roly-polies living in my sandbox And I'm from triple-dog-dares to stick my head in. I'm of the tree, branches dropping every year. I am from hiding when I saw bees getting near. I am from spruce pines, "Ever Green, Ever Growing." I'm from square dancing without ever slowing. I'm from my dad telling me war stories When I stayed home from school sick. I'm from my mom, losing her keys in her purse. I'm from my brother, jumping on my bed. I'm from the playground, the scary big slide. I'm from hours lost during ga

I'm from my family.      From my mother, Beverly.      From my father, William.      From my sister and brothers. I'm from food.      From ice cream with Daddy.      From chocolate with Mommy.      From candy with Jenny. I'm from overcoming disability.      From my dad's hearing loss.      From my mom and sister's ADD.      From my brothers' autism. I'm from my friends.      From Cele