where i’m from (pt. 1)

(this is an ongoing exercise and not an attempt at poetry. also, any rhyming is unintentional xx)


i am from oak trees and moss and dirt roads.
from the smell of rain and hurricanes.
from azaleas and watermelon and freshwater springs.

i’m from tin cans and fences, bare feet and cutoffs.
from pine forests and palmettos and old pick-up trucks.
i am from my grandma who loves me the most.

i am from clay and limestone and sinkholes,
from woodstoves and porches and tire swings.
from spiderwebs and sandspurs and starry, starry nights.

i am from all of these things.


antisocial butterfly. extroverted introvert. occasional badass. fluent in firearms, knives, and nail polish. lover of leather and high end products. only ever been arrested twice. sometimes i don't brush my hair.

19 throughts on "where i’m from (pt. 1)"

  1. thanks. there was more but i edited it down. gonna do a pt 2 at some point. it was kinda fun, you should try it. love you xx

  2. DUDE i stepped on TWO of them tonight at two different times. someone tracked them in and onto the rug, and one of them totally barbed me and didn’t wanna let go. boo.

  3. lol thanks. i know i’ve posted it before but i like it and i’m trying to inspire myself to do some more things like this πŸ™‚