I don't own Looking For Alaska
Wrote this for school and it came out just how I wanted it to.
Where I'm From- The Colonel's Poem
You ask where I'm from?
Well, then why do you care?
I mean nothing to you
And have no time to spare
To spill out my heart like some soap opera freak
To some random richie who asked me to speak.
But if I told you something,
I'd tell you a lot,
For I have a story
Believe it or not.
Though I may not be rich and I may not be tall,
I too have a past,
And as I wander these halls
My memory conjures this tale in my head.
I wish I could tell it,
But stand here instead,
'Cause to hear my life story? That sounds like a chore
And I don't really feel like becoming a bore.
But still you stand staring;
You don't seem to fear it.
This is your last warning
Or you're gonna hear it.
Okay! I give up!
Though the rich are my foe,
I'll make one exception.
Let me give this a go.
I come from a trailer
A few towns from here
And a woman who lives there.
Though our skies aren't to clear
And she lives there alone
And we don't have a lot,
Though there's only one room
And the cinder blocks rot,
I grew up in that place
And I sure love my mum.
Some don't care to admit it;
I'm sure not that some.
She raised me alone
Without help from my dad
(The laziest loafer
The world ever had.
The one thing Mom never
Was able to work
Was finding a husband
Who wasn't a jerk)
And I promise someday
That I will be the one
To somehow just thank her
That I am her son.
Now I sound like a sap,
(I knew that would happen)
And I know that that makes me
The joke of most men,
But I'm not gonna let that
Blow holes in my fun
And you're gonna listen
Until I am done!
I come from a boy
That I nicknamed myself,
Who piles his books
Upon our dorm room shelf.
Biographies stacked
With highlighter inside,
To mark the last phrases
Of those who have died.
Hey it's a weird hobby
But he's a weird kid;
Heck, he listens to me
Without flipping his lid.
I come from a girl
With a beautiful face
And a grin that would leave
Any guy in disgrace;
Yes, shockingly pretty
But dangerously cruel,
And whenever we argued
We'd wake the whole school.
Yes, we were poorly matched
But I find that I miss her
And sometimes I find myself
Longing to kiss her.
I come from a rapper
Who's one of my pals.
With his hardcore rhyming
He upsets the gals.
I act as beat-boxer,
But I'm not that good.
The Colonel sure doesn't
Drop beats like he should.
But my buddy don't care,
He just goes on slammin'.
With his fox hat on backwards,
He really gets rammin'.
I come from the little things in life;
Long smokes in the shower,
Ambrosia for strife,
Memorizing the atlas
Whenever I'm blue.
Just name any country,
And I'll tell you
Capital and Population
As quick as can be;
Working on natural features.
Between you and me
Though they're a bit harder
I promise for sure
I'll get 'em by Friday
'Cause my brain's in a stir.
I come from a person
As big as the skies
And deep like the ocean,
But my memory dies;
I struggle and fight
To remember her voice
Though I'd never forget her
If I had the choice.
The loss of a sunrise
And a good friend of mine;
The boys and I gather
With glasses of wine
And the thoughts in our heads
And the guilt in our hands;
Yes, we all could have saved her,
But none of our band
Could work up the courage
To grab for her hand.
I look to you now
But I see nothing here
But my guilt-filled reflection
In my gilt framed mirror.
It's been many years
And I no longer am
Caught in that stage
Between boy and man.
Well hear this reflection!
The past is the past;
Shut my eyes, take a breath
And struggle to cast
Away all my memories
And odd bittersweet
Moments and minutes and people I meet.
But this is a lost cause;
My memories won't budge,
So I reach for the phone
And begin to call Pudge.