#icomefrom

[littledragonqueen]

I come from...

Deep dark and blinding light

Knitted into galaxies

Which were born into the

Blood belonging to my

Ancestors

A river of life,

A song

That sings now

Inside these veins

So full of strength

Whispering wilderness

A tempest of tenderness

Depth and divinity

Long lineage of healing

Hands & hearts

By littledragonqueen (Tawni Zadkiel)

[thomastalliscreativewriting-blog]

I come from, by Martha McHardy

I come from lively debates around the dining room table

from arguments, tears and bruised relationships

I come from Rembrandt, Botticelli and Caravaggio 

I come from passion

blocking out reason 

I come from dissertations, 5000 words 

sweated out over a typewriter

I come from outspoken women

I come from Guardian columns, empowered speeches and days sitting at home with my eyes glued to Question time

I come from ambition

I come from greasy chip packets and the vinegary after taste that even toothpaste cant seem to wash away

I come from the endless thumping of the rain on the windows

from thick wooly jumpers and overcast skies

from draft beer, little wolves and dancing until I can no longer feel my feet

I come from boiling the kettle after a hard day’s work at school

I come from freshly made pancakes in the morning

from mouthwatering BBQ’s on summer nights

I come from love

[chbbmaxgi]

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[ricisidro]

Like you all, children of God, #IComeFrom God. #God #Jesus #HolySpirit #inspire #inspiration #SaturdayMotivation

[thomastalliscreativewriting-blog]

I come from, by Molly Gregson

I come from stories,

tales of the mad, 

anecdotal peculiarities becoming part of normality.

I come from music,

the nostalgia of the past when I was the future

the mismatched mixtapes, looped across the world.

I come from beaches, 

a balamory landscape,

‘wholesome’ community; shell shocked by shell shops

I come from summer,

perfectly rouged lips, imperfectly rouged body,

English sun, pattering down, soaking our skin.

Winter,

frosted skin, moon faced; clown centered,

gritted ground, gritted teeth, gritted voice

lemsip breath, watered eyes, mascara tears.

[thomastalliscreativewriting-blog]

I come from, by Dylan Marsh

I come from music and film.

From late night movies when I could not sleep.

I come from hopes and dreams flowing down streams.

I come from ideas and ideals I can never back up.

I come from a love of speech an a hate of my own voice.

I come from bright nights and dark days fluttering together as one.

I come from beats and tempos and short tempers.

I come from the boys in blue riding the sea of green.

I come from those who stayed unable to join the fight.

I come from characters and places spinning around in my head.

I come from a hospital bed with my head split open.

I come from a love of science I was not good enough to pursue.

I come from a father who tells me I am a robot and a mother who tells me I’m not.

I come from a brother I don’t like to talk about.

I come from glowing screens and sprawling codes.

I come from a Victorian house which keeps us warm and snug.

I come from my Star Wars mug.

I come from the greatest question of all: What is this all for?

[thomastalliscreativewriting-blog]

I come from, by Luke Carey-Chorlton

I come from the age of sixteen

situated, on old shooters hill road

where nothing seems to be quite perfect, pristine 

cigarette butt ends that corrode in time, or grow, in gutter streams

Dilapidated pavements and chewing gum festering in the masses

I come from the sounds, sounds of syncopated trains

travelling station to station

the cheers, the screams, all from abysmal neighbourhood teens

present morning and night

I come from the iridescent amber hues of street lamps 

the cracked pavements, and the dim lit underpass

dismal

the battering harshness of rain on windows, ten feet tall

London weather

a hollow ecstasy, a vulnerable transparency

realising, I’m quite alike what I gaze through, at a constant

tedious

I come from two homes

a two toned reality, an unfathomable life of great duality

with one side, stoic, cold, the other, warm, loving

personalities, on two separate polarities

the best kind of difference

I come from being; a pale, male, always to flail about, 

maybe I’m growing stale, boring

A mind in constant contemplation, see

I come from the age of 16

the age of; ambiguity, exams, stress, coming of age

[annettezunigaworld-blog]

I Come From..

I come from framed pictures, dog toys and many DVDs that live in the living room. 

I come from homemade furniture, colorful playground and unfinished projects.

I come from a hippie neighborhood, crime-less and quiet.

I come from a fish (Cod/Talapia), “Special” and fideo with beans type of meals.

I come from 3 Tias, 3 Tios, and many older and younger cousins, also 1 myth relative whom is called my grandpa.

I come from a “hey Drox”, “chippy”,”bippy” and many more nicknames from my family.

I come from a family of many photos, keepsakes, and memories of my family from the past and the present.

I come from a confusing and slightly heart breaking journey of life.

I come from a breakdown from my past to a breakthrough for my future.

I come from a loving a loving family and a happy life.