There's No Place Like Home

Once a year I get away from it all
Into the mountains where I receive not a call

The grass is green and water clear
Modern technology is never near

Thunder rolls and the lightning does strike
It sticks in your mind like riding a bike

This place is magical unlike home
People are few and the animals roam

A week in the mountains covered with grime
I look forward to showering in due time

The day finally comes when we load up and go
Home where it’s hot and there is no snow

The mountains are grand and do clear my mind
Yet I’m anxious for when I see more of my kind

Although the place is the same I appreciate more
All the amenities I need just like a store

Archetypes In My Life

Brooke and I
Mayor Mark
Trickster Chance
Sister Kayla and I
Dad Kip


Mom Jane and sister Kayla
Brother Daniel
Secondary archetypes are present everywhere throughout my life. Although they are all just normal people, each represents a different type of archetype to me. To get started, I can obviously say that I am the hero archetype. I say this because all the other archetypes eventually get back to relating to the hero.

Both my brother and sister represent the brother/sister archetype. I get along well with both of my siblings. Although my siblings are five and six years older then me, we still get along and only have occasional differences.

I would consider my dad to be the father archetype. He has taught me all sorts of useful information. He is also a strong, resilient person who can lead by example. He is a great role model in my life.

My mom is the earth mother archetype to me. She has always been one to guide me in the right direction. She is also very caring and kind. I’m always able to talk to her about anything I want, and she is always willing to listen.

The maiden would have to be Brooke. I think I am sort of obligated to mention this just in case she happens to be reading this:) Just kidding about that last part.

I would have to say that Mayor Mark would be the wise old man archetype. First of all, he fits the physical description with his beard. Also, he is always full of great information and sayings that seem to stick in my mind. Although some information is strictly informative, there is other so-called information that he shares that is just all around good ‘stuff’.

I think I would classify Chance as the trickster. Although we tend to spend a large amount of time together and know each other extremely well, he is still capable of being a nuisance. Some people may think he is more of a brother figure, but I think trickster is a better fit.

So it’s obvious that there are many people in my life that fit the secondary archetypes. There are numerous other people not listed above that have influenced me throughout my life as well. It’s clear that secondary archetypes are a crucial part of my life and will always be present.

Urban Legend

There are many things that go bump in the night
They try and cause children a great deal of fright

They live in your closet and under your bed
Yet your parents always say it's just in your head

Some may say urban legends aren't real
While others may think they're a really big deal

After watching Paranormal Activity 3
I know that Bloody Mary is not the legend for me

These stories are filled with horror and blood
And usually result in the death of the "stud"

Urban legends are told worldwide
And often include someone who's died

They travel the world by word of mouth
That's how they made it from the north to the south

So always remember when a legend is told
Oral tradition helped it unfold

Here is my rendition of an urban legend.

After a long day of traveling, Bill and Tami decided to check into a hotel. Both Bill and Tami were very tired when they got into their room, so they both headed straight to bed. After laying in bed for a little while they started talking to each other. They both began to realize that the room had a foul smell to it, but being as tired as they were, they decided to go to bed and worry about the smell in the morning. When they woke up in the next day, the room still smelled so they decided to call the front desk. Some of the hotel staff members came to the room to investigate. After searching the room for awhile for the source of the smell, the hotel workers finally found the cause. The smell was coming from a rotting body that had been stuffed in the box springs. Bill and Tami had spent the night sleeping on the rotting corpse. The hotel has since gone out of business due to the incident, and the murderer was never found.