Lovin' The Fallopian Way

I just thought it'd be great to have that as a title. But this post is dedicated to the writer of that blog, and is also my new favorite poet of all time. Take note, JP.

I got into the creative writing elective at my high school, and right now we're working on poetry.

This is my 'I am From' poem. I really like these.

I am from places where the grass reaches past your knees and water rises above your head.

I am from yellow linoleum in an old, old house on the corner of a busy street.

I am from smooth round pebbles and chipped nail polish, and feelings that no one can name.

I am from indescribable love and indescribable loss.

I am from the moment before dawn and the moment right after dark.

I am from the smell of Halloween and stage make up, and the rustle of the curtains before they open.

I am from socks with holes in the toes and ripped Converse that you can't let go of.

I am from crappy blue ballpoint ink and forgotten puzzle pieces.

I am from pieces of broken mirror and necklaces hung with pull tabs and bottle caps.

I am from sentimental love notes slipped into lockers and kisses stolen in hallways.

I am from the sound of the waves around you and stones skipped into the sea.

I am from lies and half truths told in darkness and forgotten in daylight.

I am from sand between your toes and the wind in your hair.

I am from the sound of a pen on paper.