So, Tired...

I'm very very very tired right now. I've been up over 16 hours, after a shorter night of sleep then I need. gnodb tioyyyy eryyyyyyyyyyyyy. Oops. You'll excuse me, my hands fell asleep on the keyboard there for a moment. I better get to bed. But first a random thought. Peanut butter is very tasty, and not too bad, considering the actual salt content. Whatever that is. about 4 I think. I'm not sure 4 whats though. Thank you, and good night.

Poetic License

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Clubdis(another post without a good name)

It's late, I'm tired, and I'm posting with nothing to say. That's all I've got to say. Had a good day. I love Weddings. Drinks all around! I went to a wedding. It was at a brewery. They had good rootbeer. It was tasty. Goodnight.

Slubdy (Post Without a Good Title)

I'm listening to music right now. And I'm posting. Just felt I should. I'm glad everyone liked the poem. So, yeah, what's happening in my life? God is moving. He's so good. Praise be to God. Aside from the obvious...

The other night when I was riding to a dance party with Michael of Koval, we were listening to "Into the West". Man, I was listening to that, and I got all choked up. Aside from that though, I noticed that the poetry of the lyrics had a lot of the same style I use in my poetry. It was interesting, because I'd never heard it before, yet it sounded almost familiar. I wonder who wrote the lyrics to that. Whoa. "Shadow of the Day" by Lincoln Park and "Over my Head" By the Fray have almost identical opening beats, for like the first 3 seconds of the song. Yeah, I shouldn't listen to music when I post. That'll be all. Remember:

Life is good, even when it's not! (Because God is good, all the time!)

By Popular Demand...

Well, I suppose I will continue to post, since so many people want me too. And also because I had a really good idea. Course, I forgot it by now, so I'll just do a poem, methinks:

The Land of Grey

I journey down to twilight's shore,
And I find there
A grey old door.

I go through, and find a place,
With indistinctness,
With no face.

Deep within this land of grey,
There is no night,
There is no day.

The only thing that can be found
Are lost souls,
For far around.

They wander here, they wander there,
Each one, with just,
A single care.

They want to leave this land of wastes,
And find a way,
To better place.

They cannot stand the the land of sun,
But at the darkness,
They still run.

Why I'm here, I do not know,
But something wants
Me not to go.

It follows me for quite a time,
As I wander,
Making rhyme.

As I walk I feel it close,
An evil trap,
A bloody rose.

And so I take to instant flight,
And fast return
Into the light.

That land of shadows, mist and grey,
It is not night
But hates the day.

It's something worse, stuck in between
A place of dangers
All unseen.


Wow, that was haunting. Anyways, it's good to be back. Not that I was gone very long, but I digress. I guess the point of that poem is that for me, I think it worse to have no convictions then to have evil ones. To coin a phrase: "If you don't stand for something, then you haven't got anything." Not very eloquent. Ah well, that's what poems are for, right?

Wake Me Up When September Ends...

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends.

Like my fathers come to pass
Seven years has gone so fast
Wake me up when September ends.

Wow, seems like yesterday I was little kid. And now here I am, practically grown up, and on the threshhold of my real life. It's a bit scary, but exciting and hopeful too. Strange, how time passes us by like that. Ah, the careless days of childhood...
Anyway, I probably won't be back to posting again for a while. Look for me in a couple months. And remember; Life is good, even when it's not!

As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up when september ends.