New things:
I bought a car.
My sister, Melissa, is getting married.
My father is getting married in just over a month.
I got a job.

Poem:
I stab the ground with a twig.
Tossing dirt until the twig breaks.
What a pointless event.

Poem 2:
Dirigibles drift downwards
Flashing a firey inferno
That tumbles towards tonight.