To my Papa
I took a picture of a photo, and then wrote this poem.
I saved it as the background on my phone.
A hot summer day beneath a tree, blanket at your feet,
You’re smiling true, life sure was neat.
Nor more than ten, my grandpa looks so much like me,
He’s hanging over your shoulders, I see you free.
I smile because it makes me forget a lot of things,
Like how hard it was to sing On Angel’s Wings.
Or during the War in which you earned,
Medals of bravery, of which, you were unconcerned.
The last few years, you were a man of small words, but always smiles.
You taught me to laugh, love, and learn through your pain and trials.
As I become a man, I’ll carry you in my heart and pocket,
Preserved for as long as I may live, treasured as a priceless locket.
Closing my eyes, refusing air.
Like an infant, curled up so tight.
The beating grows louder,
It becomes me.
Imma go take a bath ;)
First and foremost, I’m quitting my Photo Blog. I don’t have time already, and I’m not even working my 2nd job yet, and I hate this fucking Kodak camera. So, yeah.
Secondly, ever see a person that writes a facebook status update, then likes it, then comments on it, and no one else comments or likes it? Sometimes, that could be due to humor in some situations, but others, you know it’s just because, in a likelihood, no one cares. Just saying. And I don’t feel like an asshole for saying that, at all.
A few step by step shots of me taking apart my old Ipod for a summer art project :)
The Universe is Wider than our Views of It
I’d love to go back to St. Thomas or Costa Rica
I live in Marquette, MI. There are hicks, as it is the UP. Honestly, I don’t really have to deal with them, which is wonderful. But when I hear your custom Dukes of Hazzard horn blaring at least twice a day from over 100 yards away, it’s a bit much. Pairing that with hearing it multiple times at anywhere from 1 to 3 in the morning, all I can say is I pretty much want to key your sweet truck, and slash your tires. :)