Random Thoughts

i swear i'm going to kill my brother. he left his army men all over the basement floor [seriously child, you're 15] and i stepped on a big pile of them and tore my foot all up. its gross looking.

and congrats lauren. thats an awesome project, tell me when it shows at true/false and i'll definitely be there.

fantastic voyage by coolio is the best way to start a roadtrip...


just so you know.

add it to your roadtrip playlists.

I still haven't figured out how to put an avatar up....I know I've tried before...lol

That was a pretty nice poem, Rafe. That compelled me to share a poem I wrote recently. I never write poems or have deep discussions or anything, so this is strange to me. I'm just trying something different and I still want to change it up a little. By the way, you'll notice strange structure, meter, and word/phrases that maybe don't work in normal language, but that's what I wanted to do. Please, people of this forum or whatever this is, tell me honestly if this is any good at all. ...I hope nobody minds me posting this..

Can somebody tell me what it feels like to live,
To feel that so-called wind in my hair?
I want to be the everyman, the every-can,
To everyone,
To make a split decision with no fear, no looking back.

The liver, the live-er, is livelier than most,
More stories to tell, people to charm, places to see and go.
Indecision clouds him not; the wind has passed him by a thousand-fold
Everyman, to every man, is the greatest of the hosts.

Me, the every man who watches the everyman, who wants to be the everyman,
Studious to his ways I am.
Should I tell him my story?
A chance at life would be nearby, if so.
The wind is blowing all around me, now all every man needs is hair.

But everyman soon takes the lead,
He stumbles but a zero count, as true to his living life could be.
What makes it my turn, the day I live, the day I am the live-er?
The light is dim, the tunnel is long, but I think that’s how I prefer.

Comfort zone is the word of the day, the word of the week, the word of my life
It defines the every man, though defied by the everyman.
Freedom comes but once in a never,
So every man must take hold and make it last forever.

But feelings have such an uncomfortable feel to them
Right though to some, oh so wrong to the others.
Living for every man just isn’t the way
Or we would all share the glorious moment of living for a day.

Wind, hold on, your time will come again,
Everyman is just around the corner.
He smiles to the people whose lives he’s just saved,
Now they, too, can live at least for one more day.

Me, the every man, realizes the time,
It’s half-past give up, I’m not supposed to be alive,
Or feel alive.
It simply wouldn’t be me.
So every man stay in your tunnel, and let the everyman be free.

maybe im just sensitive to good writing, but thats beautiful. thank you for putting into words something that i never knew how to say