Sol

I have nothing to say at this juncture other than
the sun has an amazing ability to fill my soul sometimes.

Leap Day

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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

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.