I am from a small town on Long Island
From New York City and taxi cabs
I'm from rocky beaches, fast food chains and 711's

I am from lilac colored flowers that were her favorite
I am from that Japanese maple in the backyard
I am from fruity pebbles and orange fall leaf's
I am from scrambled eggs and buttered toast in my grandma and grandpas old house

I am that smell of incense, the smoke rising out and the warmth that it brings
I am from bongs and marijuana residues
From fishing in my friends dads boat
to the crushed up powders in my dorm room

I am from mixed Cd's and pirated DVD's
I am from late night fights at the local movies
I am from the shouts and hugs of my mother
and the smacks and laughs from my father
I am from Jay and Frankie- his son and Scruffy

I am the twinkle in my two year old nephews eyes
I am the innocence in him that has yet to die

I am from piano keys and guitar strings
from lazy poetry to simple chord progressions

I am from school textbooks and family trips to Florida
I am from Larry- drug addict and missing entity

I am from the "because I said so's" to the
"please don't speeds"
to the "cheer up kid"
to the "smile please"

I am from a generation of technology and facebook
I am from computer faces and data bases

I am from the red ribbon on my fence that my dead grandma sent
to let my mom know shes watching and that her sons fucking up again

I am from the tubes in her arms
and the hospital food on the tray
I am the morphine flooding through my families veins

I am from the grave that reads "beloved daughter of so and so and blah blah blah"
I am from the earth and soil piled on them
I am from Holden Caufield and "Sonny's Blues"
from "who wants flowers when you're dead"
to "theirs no way not to suffer"

I am from little kids on the street playing tennis-baseball
to broken teens in cars snorting heroin

I am from colored converses and Italy
from pasta lasagna pizza and cheese
I'm from broken family dinners and disease
From bald heads and chemotherapy

I'm from the comments that my writing gets stale
I'm from the ink that writes the same thing
the same stories with the same themes

I am from PlayStation and Nintendo 64
I am from tear drops from my mothers eyes
when she read that poem of mine
That was the greatest review of my life

I'm from broken promises and shattered expectations
I am from alcohol vodka and foggy mindsets
From totaled cars to a total train wreck
I am from coming of age and growing up
I'm from the realization everyone feels when they realize life's fucked

I am from selfish relatives brothers and drug habits
I am from 6th grade band class and trumpets
I'm from the drum set my mother threw out
because I didn't play it enough

I am from broken hearts and crushed relationships
I am from letters written to be shredded to pieces
I'm from the "I love you"s she said to the "I love you too''s

I'm from 2 years of being in love
to 6 years of never feeling it again

I'm from artists and the enhancements they use to broaden their minds
I am from the tears of salt running down our faces
as the priest read events of a life from someone he never knew better than us

I'm from the November Sunday morning when everything changed
I am from every stimulant someone uses to calm their brains

I am from pens and pencils and papers and printers
from bright eyes and cursive to slow club and the good life
I am from twee indie pop filled with happy melodies
to sad songs that fill me with comfort ability

I am from her shoulders that I used to rest my head on
I am from the sex to make love to the sex on co**
I am from New Paltz mountains and fresh river water
that runs forever and ever and ever

I am from rehab and AA meetings
to that needle I watched my child friend stick
in his arm to the blood that dripped

I am from rolled back eyes and calmed nerves
I am from plane explosions and Middle Eastern Wars
I am from crumbling buildings and people jumping

I am from tears and shouts and slammed doors
I am from a mother I love...who will always love me more
I am from a small family who would never dessert me
From a corner house who's front door is always open

I am from the disappointment and sadness on my families faces for every time I fuck up
I am from fear hope and nervousness, to the bathroom stall filled with throw-up

I am from fear laced with hope
I know where I am from but without hope
I wouldn't know where I was going
So I'm future past and present
I am everywhere I have and haven't been