stream of teen spirit

exercise #9

 

Begin to tell your story.

Start anywhere. Go anywhere. But start every line with I AM FROM:

"I am a from a woman & a man.

 I am from a curved street.

 I am from the things you find in the crevices of your pockets . . . "

i am from (exercise #9)

I am from values I learned on my own

the hard way.

I am from a place imperfect.

So small and isolated.

I am from a loving family of hate.

I am from a forest - comforting and strong.

I am from the earth, my mother.

I am from a world where it's every man form himself.  Where evil is revealed.

But I find love hidden in that evil.

I am from HOME.

A home where no one, but me wants to be - every imperfection a delight.

I am from Maple Syrup Sweet smelling home.

I am at peace in a broken world.

I am from an ocean of un cried tears as red a bloodshed.

I am from a night safe for dreamers.

I am from family.

I am from friends.

I am from HOME.

~ lindsay osgood, 15, (chester,vt)

my old man (exercise #9)

Stepping outside,

into the light,

my eyes are met by a

chuckle inducing sight.

A half clothed man,

my father in fact.

Topless, short shorts,

and a gray pony tail.

Yoga in the sunlight,

a slight breeze,

still a chill in the late

winter air.

I walk by,

ponder the situation

The absurdity.

The humor.

The old man.

My old man.

~ emily bos-lun,19, westminster, vt

i forget (exercise #9)

I forget the first house.

I forget the first street.

I forget the rabbit that I always wanted to pet.

I forget the yelling.

I forget the divorce.

I forget the move.

I forget the reindeer now mangled and broken.

I forget the garden, bright as the sun in the gray sky.

I forget the teachers.

I forget the friends.

I forget the cats, dead.

I forget Rose the geko, dead.

I forget the games. I forget Andy. I forget the crushes.

I forget the gifts.

I forget the child I was.

I forget the move to Vermont.

I forget the common.

I forget how the stars suddenly appeared.

I forget how birds suddenly appear.

I forget the friends, or at least, I try.

I forget the strain.

I forget the next move.

I forget the old smell.

I forget the arguments.

I forget how things were.

I forget  the day I walked in the door.

I forget the new friends.

I try to forget him.

I try to forget the split.

I try to forget her.

And I try as hard as I can to forget the pain constantly brewing inside me.

I've forgotten so much.

What will I forget tomorrow?

~ lilith cathrine d-g., 12, (westminster, vt)

i am from (exercise #9)

I am from Florida, a place that everyone should see. So calm and filled with serenity. I am from my mother, more like my best friend. Shopping, movies, shoes and more.  I am from my father. A man who I feel abandoned me, who could never see anyone like me.  I am from people of Claremont, NH.  The kind souls I grew up with. The people who made me who I am today and showed me how to fend for myself.  I am from death's curse.  I am from myself, not listening to others, doing whatever I please. I am from me.

~ kaitlin k., 14, (chester, vt)

i am from (exercise #9)

I am from life

a life I may not understand

a life full of despair and happiness

hatred and love

a life worth living.

I am from a place

a place full of light

a place worth knowing

somewhere worth going to

aplace where nobody can reach me

a safe place

a place where nothing matters

a place where being myself is okay

a place where I am happy.

I am from a far away zone

somewhere I can be myself

somewhere where everything is perfect

somewhere I can hide my feelings

somewhere where life is delicate.

I am from me

I am myself and nothing else

I am everything I have to be

I am from me.

~ crystal murray, 16, (chester, vt)

i am from (exercise #9)

I am from small houses and big trees and loud noises. Where the nature gets to your soul.

When the wind blows, the trees whistle.

I am from a house of anger and tears.

A house of hatred. Of shouting and yelling out.

A house that needs to be helped.

I am from a family with many relatives.

A family of loud people always mad at each other.

A family of laughs and shouts.

From the far away lands of Alaska.

Cold nights and chilly days.

From the warm lands of Florida.

The land of orange juice and beaches.

From the close land of Rhode Island

Of loud busy streets.

The honking of horns and seagulls.

I am from the body of a hard worker, the youngest, a cryer and a fighter.

The other half from the body of a woodsman, always cold. Not afraid to show his true colors.

I am from friends who love with caring hearts.

Who laugh, cry and are always there.

I am from screams and whispers.

I am from here.

~ megan b., 14, (chester, vt)

i am from (exercise #9)

I am from my parents

Parents who support and love me

Who are always there for me

Who give me all that I need

And more.

 

I am from nowhere

Moving all the time

Making new friends

Leaving your house

 

I am from home

I’ve never had a house

It’s always been home

 

I am from God

Who loves me for who I am

Who guides me right

Who steers me from wrong

A man who helps me

Who will let me make mistakes

And let me learn to pick myself up.

 

I am from a world

A world full of sickness

A world of death

A world of happiness

Of health.

 

I am from my Dad

Who cracks jokes

And fixes everything

From a broken flower stem

To a broken soul

Whom I love and will never forget.

 

I am from my mom

Who knows

Who listens

Who is always there,  She’s mama bear

My support.

 

I come from a family

Who supports each other

And who experiences all

Maybe the one person

Maybe the whole family

I come from a family

Who is safe

Where it’s okay to make mistakes

Who knows what’s going on

My family where nothing bad

Can ever break us apart.

~ taylor lefevre, 16 (chester,vt)

i am from (exercise #9)

I am from a mother who helps me with anything I need help with.

A mother who is smart and weird and funny.

I am from a dad who cares about me.

A dad who loves me, for me

A dad who likes to make maple syrup

I am from a sister who loves me deep down

I am from a house that is made out of trees that stays strong and beautiful.

I am from the woods and the leaves.

The leaves move, breathe and eat.

I am from a house of chaos back long ago

I am from a blue flower.

A blue flower with a green stem who is strong and powerful

A  flower that loves sunlight.

A flower that is blue when it rains

But happy because I’m thirsty and I get a drink of water.

I am from a loving family.

A family who loves me for me.

~marissa varga, 16, (chester, vt)

 

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