I remember reveling in school assignments as a kid that involved creative writing or poetry. I remember not being scared whatsoever, to formulate and share my eleven year old thoughts on love and life. I believe I have my dad to thank for that. As much as he influenced (directly and indirectly) my views on politics, relationships, society, sports, and a multitude of other things, I'm sure; I credit him and am most grateful for how his sharing his poetry with me has shaped me. I learned from the toughest man that many have ever met, that it's okay to have a "soft side." That it's okay to cry. That it's okay to be in love, even when it's killing you. Despite his condition, my dad still writes to this day, and he's still as excited as ever to share. Even though his life didn't map out at all how he envisioned, he's somehow managed to keep his poetry amorous and positive - a feat that's entirely beyond me. My dad always wanted to have his poetry published, and in an alternate universe where I'm rich and have nothing but time to edit and piece it together for him, I fulfill his dream. But in this universe, I assemble my silly little book of poems in honor of my motivation, my exemplar, my father.
released July 13, 2012
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