A New Blog

Every so often, I start something, get excited about the endeavor, keep at it for about a month, and then leave it to die. For that reason, I almost called this blog "Manic-Depressive Times with Oliver," but I'm not bipolar, so that seemed excessive and inappropriate. I also thought about calling this, "Poems and Shit," but to be honest, I don't know how much of this blog will be populated with poems, and I didn't want to have a blog that was mostly shit, so that title was out.

My name is not really Oliver, but if they had asked me what I wanted to be named, Oliver would have been up there. I think it's a fine name. It's not over used, it has class, and people can call you Ollie (sp?) for short. All positives.

In life I am a very quiet guy, and this is for two reasons. One, I have a lot of trouble putting what I am thinking to works. Two, I'm afraid of what people will think about me if they knew what was ticking up in my skull.

I don't really have much else to say right now, except that I wanted to share a poem that I wrote. I wrote this after going an entire night without sleep. When I'me sleep deprived EVERYTHING I write feels like it's the smartest, deepest, most profound think I've ever done, but for very good reason, I sit on what I write for a couple of days because seldom have I written something as genius as I thought I have. I'm not sure how I feel about this poem, so I humbly submit it to you for your interpretation and evaluation.

Retrovision
By: Tom
The sun shines in our faces
Everything is so bright
Everything is too real
So it is rejected
We treat it as lie

Behind us
a building
god…
WE made this
We started with dirt,
and ended up with…

There’s so much to know,
Too much to absorb
We have become too great
for just one man to replace us
We need us
Without US we are one man short
And insufficient

I fear that I am going insane again
But at least this time I am content