Put it on paper

I cleaned a few things out from under my bed today in hopes that it would get me motivated to actually get my real bed upstairs and out of the living room. In doing so, I stumbled upon my portfolio that is filled with my writings. Once upon a time I wrote, I wrote a lot. I wrote poems and short stories, but mostly poems. I'm not sure what happened. I think I stopped writing my sophomore year of college. I guess it just dwindled down with the more school work I got, the less I wrote. I also don't think my writing was anything more than just letting out my feelings, more of an outlet for me than anything else. I had a lot more drama in high school than in college. I have always found it easier to write something than to speak it. It just seems to come out smoother and more understandable than if I try and say it. A lot of the time I'll have so much going on in my head that I'll take out a pen and just start writing. It helps put things in perspective for me. Now that I've found this portfolio, I'm wondering why I don't start doing that again. One of the last things that I wrote was for my brother and his then, soon to be wife. I was asked to read at their wedding so I was thinking of what I could read for them and wrote a poem:

To Hold Forever

A knock on the door a quarter to one

A beat shakes the plastic cups

A smile upon a face

A night that holds the beginning

A look across the classroom

The first spoken words

Followed by a million more

Long walks and late night talks

Months that are confirmed

With a question down on a bended knee

A bark in the background

The noise of a lawnmower over ignored grass

A sewing machine hums in the back room

The days have entangled one another

He waits patiently in front of a loving family

She wipes tears away as she clings to her father's arm

She begins her steps towards her answer of I do

He expresses his words of commitment and faithfulness

They clasp hands that will be theirs to hold forver

Their first walk down the aisle

A quarter to one

With a beat that shakes the carpet

A smile upon a pair of faces

A day that holds the new beginning

~ TM

They chose to go with a more traditional route of reading something from the bible, which I was more than happy to do. There's a lot less judging done when you read something from the bible than if you read something of your own.

Quote of the Day: "Friendship means understanding, not agreement. It means forgiveness, not forgetting. It means the memories last, even if contact is lost." 

Listening to:  "Schism" by Tool