Here I, An Adaptation

here I made my first best friend.
But here I made my first friend with whom I still speak.
Here I sat in a desk and wrote and wrote and wrote.
Here we played COD and ate skittles until midnight
when you turned thirteen.
Here we jumped into the freezing lake and
here I was finally old enough to take him out on the jet ski, Nate & Kate.
Here I made my first paycheck and made my first "people skills."
Here I spent all my summer savings because I was too young to know
what money means at eighteen.
Here I broke my nose and you busted your head and we played four square and
cops and robbers and you taught me how to shoot a basketball and
how to get payback for pushing me in the pool,
but that's a different story.
Here I learned the definition of drama, and here I still return. It's fun.
Here I have traveled and sang and kissed and cried and nearly died several times.
Here I stayed two months out of my whole life until
Here I feel safe.
Here I will be in less than six months and
here I will live and write a whole 'nother poem like this.

The Spoken Word

Poetry
Words on paper
Ink on prose
Ink on a canvas
a Painting
not paint but lead
not images but Imagery
not seeing but
Feeling
Feelings
Spilled out on lines or
an empty space
filled up with
Words
wind, whistles, worthless
stories
striving
standing and expressing
every thought that flows from your mind
through your pen
and creates a
story
a story
full of love and life and loss
and Reality
Real people
Real happenings
What's happening?
to the written
word.
words
writing written for rights and
wrongs
twirl your medium on
an empty space and draw
with vocabulary and metaphors
instead of shapes and colors.
Sing your story or
yell from yearning
just
get
it
down
and out.