Posted on April 18th, 2008 by msresourcenetwork
I am from organized chaos
From brightness even at night when the moon shines through the window
From a place of solitude and freedom that I can retreat to in times of turmoil
And where my memories are all around me
I am from home-
I am from colorful outside toys strewn everywhere
From the shouts of my brothers and [...]
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Posted on April 18th, 2008 by msresourcenetwork
I am from flickering candles
From swirling colors of bright blue and green
From photos of places I’ve been
And loud music blasting from speakers
I am from a cottage in the woods
From bright colors of the flowers sprouting
From where two dogs run here and there
And open welcoming arms of family greet you
I am from flashy cars
From shopping malls
From [...]
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Posted on April 18th, 2008 by msresourcenetwork
I am from music blasting from speakers,
From piles of shirts, shorts, socks, and sneakers
From every wall, you see a picture
And laughs and memories are within these mixtures
I am from a room, a house, a home
From a yard where people stroll about, a yard where dogs roam
From the hissing of skates on the gray, cement pavement
And [...]
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Posted on April 18th, 2008 by msresourcenetwork
I am from games all over the floor,
From Xbox and Connect Four,
From Monopoly, Money and Sorry,
And my homework done in a hurry.
I am from a two story brick built home.
From a garden filled with flowers from Rome,
From kids playing on the yard,
And a tight security door guard.
I am from Waffle House and Chick-fil-A,
From Coca Cola [...]
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Posted on April 18th, 2008 by msresourcenetwork
I am from rays of morning light glistening off of the walls and couches
From the quiet pitter-patter of animals on the hard, wooden floor
From the hypnotizing aroma of dinner wafting through the air
And the comforting heat of the new, glowing fire
I am from home - chaotic, comforting, and serene
I am from a beige castle hidden [...]
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