Leap day,
Sleep day,
Wish I was with a girl day.
Stretch out, pass out,
Stretch again, count to ten,
I'm up, I'm walking,
Blinds up, I'm talking,
Doing chores, vacuuming floors,
Getting dressed, getting stressed,
Need to break the monotony,
Need to set my life free.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
"Us"
Some day, I'm going to marry you,
And teach you all my bad ways,
And you'll help me on my bad days,
And I'll get you out of your sad phase,
Because we belong together,
We'll grow strong together,
We'll take trips,
We'll sync lips,
We'll mesh like wire
Unconventional,
Unintentional,
Understanding fire,
Serendipitous,
Inconspicuous,
The one and only "us" to trust.
And teach you all my bad ways,
And you'll help me on my bad days,
And I'll get you out of your sad phase,
Because we belong together,
We'll grow strong together,
We'll take trips,
We'll sync lips,
We'll mesh like wire
Unconventional,
Unintentional,
Understanding fire,
Serendipitous,
Inconspicuous,
The one and only "us" to trust.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
2012 Woman
My voice is quivering as I try to be a man.
I stumble through the door to who I am.
The clothes I wear are bare, lacking color or flare.
I'm honest and open like a book in your hands.
Please, I pray, you listen to my plans.
We can go find a place far away,
with rivers,
with mountains,
where our children can play.
Our life will be lived a humble way.
We will give thanks for our food and pray everyday.
I stumble through the door to who I am.
The clothes I wear are bare, lacking color or flare.
I'm honest and open like a book in your hands.
Please, I pray, you listen to my plans.
We can go find a place far away,
with rivers,
with mountains,
where our children can play.
Our life will be lived a humble way.
We will give thanks for our food and pray everyday.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Dear Future Wife
Thank you...
...for being my friend.
...for listening when I'm quiet.
...for caring when no one else does.
...for being honest.
...for loving me through my selfishness.
...for making me laugh.
...for helping me when I fall and pushing me when I stall.
You are my greatest company and always have a place next to me.
...for being my friend.
...for listening when I'm quiet.
...for caring when no one else does.
...for being honest.
...for loving me through my selfishness.
...for making me laugh.
...for helping me when I fall and pushing me when I stall.
You are my greatest company and always have a place next to me.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Dear Sam From the last 5 years,
Dude, first off, chill out! Emo much? I get it, you got your heart broken and you're a wimpy little sap who likes to cuddle. You act like you get angry but cry before you can get there.
Here's some advice. Don't get angry and don't cry, jes'. Save it for significant things like a baby being born or something. Walk outside your front door and shake someone's hand. Then go jog around the pond at the park and figure out what you really want to do for the rest of your life. Cause we still haven't figured that out.
-Sam 11-7-11
Here's some advice. Don't get angry and don't cry, jes'. Save it for significant things like a baby being born or something. Walk outside your front door and shake someone's hand. Then go jog around the pond at the park and figure out what you really want to do for the rest of your life. Cause we still haven't figured that out.
-Sam 11-7-11
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Dear Reader
Today is Saturday. It feels like a Wednesday.
I work at night and come home tired.
I sleep during the day and live life expired.
Tomorrow's Sunday, the next day's Monday.
I stay up late to think and create.
A new week to progress, a new project to express.
Yesterday is gone. Today is here.
Every new day, I'll be sincere.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
The Valley In the Desert
The thin frail man looked up. Beaten by the heat, he squinted with exhaustion and radiated with a flush face. His throat was dry and skin was blistered. He paused for a moment, almost finding rest from the sun on his back. He has watched his shadow in front of him for, what felt like, an eternity. He prayed his shadow would return the favor and make him unseen to the sun.
"The sun," he whined in his head, too parched to speak. It scorched the sand and rock like Hell's welcome matt.
The land's thirsty orange surface resounded with chiseled character off the valley walls. He saw a distant low valley that cut through the horizon and imagined the water that once was so plentiful as to divide such indelible masses of rock. He found familiarity in the subtle brilliance of natural preservation.
"Visual cognition," he thought. The seemingly trivial college note from 5 years ago suddenly didn't seem so insignificant. He spun around, quickly mentally logging each peak and plane, valley and line, looking for an attack point, a weakness in the deserts grip. He contemplated his next step with such concentration and intent, his knees nearly buckled under the weight of thought.
"It'll have to be down," he said, fixing his attention to a distant valley where water was sure to be flowing. The thought of fresh cold clean melted mountain water made his eyes pull for tears, but none came. He was a dried up man. Time was slipping away as fast as the shadows crawled.
With each elevation drop, he noticed more vegetation. Not soft or bright, but hard, rough vegetation which could fight off the harsh evils of the desert.
"It will be night soon", he tried to tell himself.
His hollow thought had long been emptied of empathy for a relenting sun. Unconvinced of his lie, he continued. He committed to that first unnerving step. He began winding through the desert's forest of tall, unsparing cactus. He, so badly, wished this was a bad dream and he could simply cheat this cruel maze, jump over the prodding wildlife, and dip his face into the crisp blue waters of consciousness.
"The sun," he whined in his head, too parched to speak. It scorched the sand and rock like Hell's welcome matt.
The land's thirsty orange surface resounded with chiseled character off the valley walls. He saw a distant low valley that cut through the horizon and imagined the water that once was so plentiful as to divide such indelible masses of rock. He found familiarity in the subtle brilliance of natural preservation.
"Visual cognition," he thought. The seemingly trivial college note from 5 years ago suddenly didn't seem so insignificant. He spun around, quickly mentally logging each peak and plane, valley and line, looking for an attack point, a weakness in the deserts grip. He contemplated his next step with such concentration and intent, his knees nearly buckled under the weight of thought.
"It'll have to be down," he said, fixing his attention to a distant valley where water was sure to be flowing. The thought of fresh cold clean melted mountain water made his eyes pull for tears, but none came. He was a dried up man. Time was slipping away as fast as the shadows crawled.
With each elevation drop, he noticed more vegetation. Not soft or bright, but hard, rough vegetation which could fight off the harsh evils of the desert.
"It will be night soon", he tried to tell himself.
His hollow thought had long been emptied of empathy for a relenting sun. Unconvinced of his lie, he continued. He committed to that first unnerving step. He began winding through the desert's forest of tall, unsparing cactus. He, so badly, wished this was a bad dream and he could simply cheat this cruel maze, jump over the prodding wildlife, and dip his face into the crisp blue waters of consciousness.
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