Monthly Archives: April 2012

Happy Sunday…Err I mean Easter…

IT’S EASTER!

If you celebrate, Happy Easter. If you don’t, Happy Sunday!

Tony has been trying hard all week to make Easter special for us. We’ve been together for over two years, but we haven’t actually had an Easter together. I’ve always been near my family for this holiday. Since he doesn’t go to church, we are going to miss that part.

I see my Easter basket on the banister, but I haven’t touched it or even looked at it but a few times. I promised Tony I wouldn’t go through until he wakes up. (That would be about 4 PM.)

Growing up, my favorite part about Easter, was spending time with family that you haven’t seen since Christmas. It’s not about eating the Easter color M&M’s or making potato casserole, it’s about the conversations with the people you love.

This year, I won’t be with my family. I don’t know if I would even consider my family, MY family. I don’t even know what to say about them.

If you are dyeing eggs today or even making the ham, have fun with your family.

Always,

TheSamSlam

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Writing never gets old for me. I write every day. I write for myself. If you are reading this, then you have some interest in my blog. Would you mind taking a few moments and telling me why you like reading my thoughts, my words….my beliefs…my poems? I never understood why anyone read what I had to write. Sometimes, I don’t even think it is good.

Yet again, I write for myself. I believe in myself and that my writings can take me somewhere.

Followers, if you are reading this…Thank you for the support. Everytime I get a new email that says like, makes me want to post another. Most of my writings are on paper at work. When I write on the blog…They aren’t edited writings…They are fresh off the press.

Time to go swimming. 🙂

Forever,

TheSamSlam

Thank You Followers

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Yes, You…Come here

You over there,
Yes, the dreamer
Would you please stop
Starring into the light
You over there,
Yes, the speaker
Please stop
Taunting me with those words
I dream, I speak,
I learn, I hear
I make up my own mind
You hurt, I lie
I keep myself
Hidden
And you think it’s alright
You, over there
Come here
And hold me
You all I’ve ever wanted
And needed
A day like this
An empty day like this
You are gone
Yes, you over there
Come here where I can see
You
You, hidden over there
Yes you
Come here

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