This Is Where I'm From

[forgottenxthreat]

Hi guys! I did this for a creative writing piece. The topic was about where i'm from, and i am describing parts of my childhood i knew from my old house on fosdic k road. just a warning, this piece is VERY abstract in its structure and might be hard to read or understand if your not, well, me. lol. But i just thought i'd post it. So enjoy : ) comments yes. questions yes. critique no thanks, this is my childhood, lol. OH, AND BTW, WHEN I FIRST POSTED THIS, fanherad blotted out 'dic k' in fosdic k so it was fosHONK and it was funny. Loooool

This Is Where I'm From

I am not from a town. Or a village, or a city. Ontario is not the place that describes me; the place that holds my origins. I am not from Fosdic k Road.

I am from the wind-blown plant. That grows under the mailbox, competing with sunflowers. I am from its golden worth. Seeds plucked from its stem to be food for my boundless chicken drove.

I am from the tall white tree. Statue of birch, with tiger stripes. I am from its tall bright lights, wrapping up a candy cane.

I am from the eventful days. In the backyard, where the air is thick. And mosquitoes battle for territory. And hunger greedily at the scent of our skin. The wooden swings, pushed in back, hidden in the side of forest. The empty deck where a pool once stood. I am from its anticipation, its longing crater, its saddened hole. Drinks drunk, pools splashed. The lilacs breezing, full in bloom.

I am not from a name or people. I am not from a past or fate.

I am from the back of stallions. Chalk-made roads on garage cement. A horse’s hooves, thunderous two-wheeler, my pride, it rides the rocky path.

I am from the crying dolls. The needing babies, a mother’s call. I am from the itchy night gowns, the ones with princess on its walls. I am from the deep, dark paint. Fingers caress a stark white floor. I am from the puzzle pieces. Having ends, but hardly found.

I am from the monstrous trucks. With scoops- are full of loads, unending in their tasks. Big trucks, long in necks. Like hulking a dinosaur. Plastic rippling muscles broad; like arms of men; or twisted cable wire; steel.

I am from the ancient stories. Mysteries of space and time. Where danger lurks around every doorway. Hidden treasures and age-old curses spider web the floor. I am from the adventure.

I am from a childhood. I am not from a city, or a town, or village. Ontario is not the place that describes me. My childhood is where I’m from; a place that holds my origins. A place on Fosdic k Road.[/left][/font][/size][/color]

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I loved these lines:

"I am from its anticipation, its longing crater, its saddened hole."

"I am from the tall white tree. Statue of birch, with tiger stripes. I am from its tall bright lights, wrapping up a candy cane."

"The empty deck where a pool once stood. I am from its anticipation, its longing crater, its saddened hole."

"The needing babies, a mother’s call. I am from the itchy night gowns, the ones with princess on its walls. I am from the deep, dark paint. Fingers caress a stark white floor."

"Plastic rippling muscles broad; like arms of men; or twisted cable wire; steel."

"Hidden treasures and age-old curses spider web the floor."

...And I also love the very last "stanza".


I absolutely love abstract poems, and I absolutely love this. I just really love this style of writing, and I absolutely love how you start off the poem with "I am not from Fosdic k Road." when the poem is about where you are from... and I don't know why, but this poem makes me feel empty-sad, but not in a "sad" way, more like in a "hopeful" way... an "anticipation" kind of way.

I just really like how the entire thing feels, and how it makes me feel. I think it's really beautiful.

[forgottenxthreat]

Awwwwww, thank you Bri! I'm really glad you had so many favorite lines! Yeah, this was really my first stab at a truely abstract piece. And the cool thing is its all true and literally a part of / memories from my childhood. <3

[kangaroo cry]

This was awesome! In no way am I comparing your piece to mine, they're completely different in good ways, but this reminds me of my "One Indissoluble Whole" piece because it was about the same thing for me, my childhood and things. I wrote solely about my life in Atlanta, my childhood, using details that other people who are not me wouldn't really understand. My prompt for that piece was "Where I'm From", almost exactly the same as your title...And it's one of my own favorite pieces because of its abstractness!

GO US.

But I liked the abstratness of this poem a lot!! It's perfect, it's not completely abstract as to where you don't have any idea what's going on. And it's not BAM, incredibly and annoyingly straight forward so you don't have to think about anything deeper.

I like the first stanza, those first couple of lines. I really liked the general, abstract lines. And these:


I am not from a name or people. I am not from a past or fate.

I am from the back of stallions. Chalk-made roads on garage cement. A horse’s hooves, thunderous two-wheeler, my pride, it rides the rocky path.

I am from the ancient stories. Mysteries of space and time.

I am from the adventure.


SEE? I liked the abstract lines! And the whole thing! A lot! KEEP SHARING PIECES. How do you like your writing class?

[forgottenxthreat]

THANK YOUUUUUUUU AND YEAH, I AHVEN;'T BEEN ON IN A WHILE, BUT I do like my writing class in someways so far. its 'ok' for me. i've gotten some good starting pieces from it, but i don't like everything we do, so yeah.