Where I’m From
I am from an obedience demanding pack
A ruler striking my palm is the catalyst to learning my ABCs
I am from Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, Incense & Peppermints, and Peace Frog.
From 40 ounces to Freedom to Darts of Pleasure.
I am from Dimebag's guitar, and Bob's Rastafarian ways.
I am from the Montague and Capulet’s bloody feud that exists within my household.
I am from a mapped out life, a brain who can’t think for itself.
I am from victimless crimes that fill me with adrenalines and hints of fear of being caught
The heart races with anticipation and audible pounding
I am from an anxious kiss and apprehensive mind.
The sun does not wake for another four hours till then he is mine.
A perfect stroll down Jackson Street in his arms feels so secure, so impregnable from all my fears and troubles.
I am from greed, cheats and fabrication
A work ground where one must put one’s self first.
I am from a day’s work where time can pass like molasses.
I am from a feeble, suffocating, human soul
From a heart made of paper that has been torn and crumbled.
I am from mad chaos and unspeakable efforts to sustain sanity.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
I wrote this somewhere last year and it reminds me a lot of the good times I had with a friend, what he left me...
"And please remember that I never lied
And please remember
how I felt inside now honey
You gotta make it your own way
But you'll be alright now sugar
You'll feel better tomorrow
Come the morning light now baby"_Don't Cry
and how fuckin emo I am. 