Thursday December, 4th - Unrequitted love

  As a guy I cannot say this topic is something I think about to much in my daily life, but I do have just little experience with unrequited love. Love comes in many shapes and sizes, yes I know that you know that already, but it comes from literally almost anywhere. For me at this point in life I have not experienced a burning eternal desire to be with someone all the time, but I do have a eternal love for Philosophy. Whether you think that is unrequited love or not, I'm just going to role with it.
  Yes a unrequited love for Philosophy or the study of things or the study of everything that is life. That is the only thing I think about constantly twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week and the only thing worse than the endless loops of thought is that I could not prove or write what is in my head form day to day. It is an endless loop of questions for me sort of like when you try to go to bed and you cannot fall asleep because you're thinking of too many things at once, and it doesn't go away.
   It is very much an unrequited love for me, because no matter how much I love it, it stays flowing in my head forever. We cannot explain much of what we see and even more of what we don't, but people are so close minded, so inhabited in their own world. It is 7:00,time to wake up, 8:30, time to start school, 3:30, schools out, 4:15, get home watch a movie, 10:30 time to go to sleep, and boom! you are in your own little world creating constant loops of the same thing over and over until you are made to do something different.
  The fact is that I am not making any sense to you write now, but that is why my love for Philosophy is an unrequited love, and it is much more than a story on blog or one little loop.

Tuesday December, 2nd - Top Secret

  The clock strikes seven and the snow still falls. Roads are covered with ice and on top of that snow. Work is canceled for me at the San Francisco International Airport. Three planes have already been reported non functioning with frozen gas pumps and busted pipes, besides the taxi ways are to icy by far. However, my wife Lucia still has to report to the CTU for work. Government jobs are the worst! She decided to take a shower before heading away for the day, and as she stepped into the shower and I had comfortably positioned my head on the perfect place on the pillow, I heard her voice slightly brake through the noise of water meeting the floor of the shower. I smiled thinking that she was about to sing or something, although if she were trying to sing she had the worst lyrics ever. "Code 19185", was all I heard then her voice got quitter, but I still managed to very dimly hear her mumbled words. "So zombie apocalypse is a go!", words were still mumbled but I think that is what she said. I asked he who she was talking to when she stepped out of the bathroom door but she only gave the simplistic answer of, "What?" and then continued to get ready for work. I watched as she pulled out of the drive way in her dinky little Prius. "That isn't going to make it far", I thought. The sky was still spitting snow, and I stopped for a moment, I'm in San Francisco it doesn't snow here. It was at that moment that I realized she was up to something precarious. I called her several times at work but all I heard on the other end was static. I tried not to think about it until she got home that after noon. I watched her pull into the drive way and I bursted out of the door in questions. "What is code 19185 and what is zombie apocalypse?". Her face turned to a frown and she responded with, "code 19/1/85 you mean, and that is your birth date as for zombie apocalypse, that was the name of the party I was going to throw for you tomorrow, but I guess you ruined the surprise". "Then why did you go to work today", I stupidly questioned. " I didn't" she responded. " My work cleared some snow off some roads so that I could get a present for you before all of the Black Friday sales were gone!". She walked slowly inside with a raised eyebrow and a raised eyebrow means trouble for me.

Friday November, 21st - Ekphrasis

Van Gogh - Starry Night (1889)

 Starry, windy, wondrous, or alone come to my mind when I imagine this painting. The stars illuminate the night giving some things that had been covered by darkness before, seen again. A quiet town with mischief roaming around as children sneak out of bed because there thought was fixed on exploring the night. And no it wasn't scary to the children, and no it wasn't dark. To them it was a whole new world, a diamond in the rough only to be seen by the ones who wanted to see it. The parents slept there lives away while the children took nothing in the night for granted. Old crooked trees swayed in the wind, but it did not scare them the least bit, no in fact it ignited a flame they carried in a stone case throughout the night. They explored the farmers fields in the far east of the town in which they were told to never go near, but they did anyways. They Climbed the hills farther east of the town and gazed across the valley to the far west. This did not drain their energy, this ignited it. So with this flame that still burned, this flame of wonder, they stretched to the south plateau and then to the lakes of the north, and back to town without breaking a sweat or dimming the flame. It was late that night, but the moon still illuminated the hay fields and it still made the wolves howl their stories. It was the night of wonder and it was a night to be painted bright upon a canvas for everyone else to see.                                                                                                                                                                     http://smarthistory.khanacademy.org/van-goghs-the-starry-night.html

Thursday November, 20th - Emotions

   Joy walks into the room with a cheerful smile on her face and turns the TV to channel one for Riley's daily dose of glee. Joy whispers into a microphone that lay calmly atop the small table in front of her," It's a Friday Riley", and simply smiles as Riley woke that morning. Joy walked out of the room, still with a bright smile printed upon her lips.
   It was about that time that Disgust walked into the room with a smirk on her face and eyes pitched upwards and to the right of her head. She walked towards the TV, arms crossed, and turned to channel one where Joy had left it. By this time Riley had already arrived at school and was taking out anything she needed for first period class that day. As she took out her last few remaining books she catches a glimpse of someone tripping another person and Disgust says," What has this world come to?", and struts out of the room.
   Fear caught the look of Disgust's slight smirk as he walked into the room cautiously. He sat gently on the couch in front of the TV with eyes 'a' wondering around the room checking for any safety hazards such as a concussion or tumor. He turns the TV to channel one and by this time Riley was walking into class with arms crossed and books in her hands. Though she seemed disgusted at the world she still had a slight confident smile on her face as it was Friday. Riley was in English at the time, so Fear looked out the books Riley had brought with her, but he saw no English book. He started to panic and ran out of the room leaving the TV on accidentally.
   Anger was standing in the doorway watching Fear run out of the room in tears. He walked to the TV, arms crossed and eyebrows steadily pointed downwards as if they were trying to reach his nose, and watched as Riley quickly sprawled out all of her books looking for the English book. Anger was tired of watching Riley search for her book so he stormed out of the room with an increasing temper.
   Sadness took slow steps into the room with her head pointed towards the floor and almost missing Anger who was throwing his hands in the air in rage. Sadness slowly but surly made her way to the TV and watched as Riley asked someone for their English book, but no one would let her use theirs sense there was a test that day. The test was soon handed out and Riley, now sweating in fear of failing the test, asked several people for answers to the test, but she got none. The teacher however had heard her talking and took her outside the classroom for a moments time. The teacher returned but Riley did not. Riley had walked to the principles office in sadness to tell about her cheating on the test, and so the day continued with Riley dragging her head upon the ground in shame.

Friday November, 14th - The Berlin Wall

 Vermin Germans they called us, Communists we called them, but it couldn't be foreseen that a giant concrete wall would separate us from our people. Today is August, 13th 1974 and the wall still stands tall mocking us a little more each day. We are the fascists, the Germans who live on the west side of the Berlin wall and another day, another year we live in the shadow casted upon us by this wall. The Communist say that we are vermin of the socialist state or east Germany. They say it is for the greater good of Germany, but we fascists see nothing more than tyranny spreading across our country. This is our country and it isn't fair for us to be treated like a rat. They know rats spread, rats devise plans, and rats destroy their enemies with what ever force they have. So in the hearts of all the Germans on the west side of the wall, we have hope that one day the wall will fall, and like the rats they believe we are, we will invade and strip their so called socialist state to nothing but a desolate land of broken dreams. One day we will invade eastern Germany and chip our marks of hate into the wall and do the same to them so that they will not forget who we are and what they did to us. And like rats we will strike.

Thursady November, 13th - The Macabre Arts

 There are very few things In life that have the ability to literally scare me to tears, and this painting reminds me of one of those things. Hell is a thought of pure terror to me and it could not be more vivid in my mind. The images that appear are similar to this one but you will have to take it as it appears sense I could not ever find a way to put the scene of Hell in someone's mind as it appears to me. Hell is dark and non-escapable. Hell is pain million times worse than you could imagine, and it goes on forever. Imagine having your arm being pulled off by brute force and then living forever with that pain. Now magnify the pain by a million and add torture. Now really get a perspective on how long FOREVER really is., and you have a VERY SLIGHT perspective on how bad it could be.

Art by David Olere

Wednesday November, 12th - The Macabre Home

 He ran down the dark corridor knowing that his demise was close and his fear was drawing closer to constrict his mind with fear and anger. He falls to the stony cold floor out of breath and discouraged. "No", he thought "this cant happen, this wont happen again. I will not be restricted by this beast". He gathered his wits and stood facing the monster that had been chasing him for the majority of a year. Things seemed to move in slow motion as he stood. The beast disappeared from sight and the surroundings turned bleak as woke to be comforted by his cat that had been waiting by his bedside though out the night. With wide eyes he felt his face and pulled his hands to a fist and then flat again. His face was concealed with sweat and the veins in his forearms were pulsating. "I'm still asleep!", the cat jumped at his scream and darted out the door. "Not again, I will not suffer this fate over and over at your will you wicked demon!". He peered out of the window and the bright July Sun soon turned into a black November Moon. He turned back to the door and noticed a long hallway which seemed to elongate to no end, but it did not scare him the least bit sense he had been in the same position before. "Stop this madness now I will not play your game any more you beast!". The hallway turned different shades of blue, black, and grey before constricting back to a reasonable length. He had to believe that the end was near so he began o run with full force down the dark corridor.  The moonlight shattered glass windows as he ran down the shadowed hallway. "The end, end, end?", his mind filled with hope, the hope that the hallway would lead him to an escape. He soon reached the end of the hallway where a door stood. He reached for the handle which sparkled in the moonlight, and twisted the handle, "The end?", he thought, but the door opened with grace only to uncover another elongated corridor with moonlight blacker than ever shining in threw the barred windows. He dropped to the floor in tears. "Inception!"

Friday October, 7th - Ewww.....thats creepy!

He danced and spun
but spun with what was the question.
The moon watched as he danced
but the moon didn't seem as enhanced to do the same.

Although, he sorrowed much that his dance was in vain
for his lover was not with him, the dance, the dance of pain.
He looked high above his head and said
"if only my lover were dead".

"if only my lover were to be dead
then I could dance with no pain
for her hand would lay with mine
and the night wouldn't be a dread".

So he danced alone with fright
in hopes his wife would die the very next night.

Tuesday October, 28th - Out of toilet paper

  Lil Wayne pulls up in a food city parking lot with a problem in his mind. There was about to be a horrible party in his pants and his J's were at risk if he couldn't get to the bathroom in time. "I aint got no worries", he said as he steps out of his Lamborghini. His smiling expression was soon wiped away when he felt a discomfort in a place discomfort didn't want to be in. He tip toes in his Jordan's as fast as he could to the entrance of the food city. As soon as he gets inside he broke out into a blood curdling scream, "Where is the Bathroom my peeps", the manager was amazed to see Lil Wayne but Wayne charged towards the restroom without making eye contact with anyone. He bursts through the door and enters a stall. He sits and waits to  "Drop the world", and when he did he sighed with relief and reaches for the toilet paper. His hand grasps only air where the toilet paper should have been, but there was none. Lil Wayne screams "why!" in a horror movie like manner. His mind races and his heart beats like the bass. There was only one thing to do. Lil Wayne pulled his pants up and walked out of the restroom with legs crossed. He passes a long line of people with pen and paper in hand asking for his autograph. Lil Wayne's only response was "Sorry 4 the wait, you are out of toilet paper". He proceeded to run out of the store, legs still crossed, and into his Lamborghini which he drove off in.

Mondat Octoer, 27th - Fairy tale name poem

Bashful

Allay

Shy

Harmonious

Festive

Untroubled

                                    Laid back

Friday October, 24th - X marks the spot

   I pull the rope towards my right side to change directions of the sails only to be overthrown by the wind. My hand flew backwards in a fishtailing motion and smacked Captain Zedd Van Cook in his handle bar mustache. Jack was in the hull drinking all of the rum, and as usual he wasn't helping. Zedd and I stood firm on the deck while the wind sung a death song in our ears. We knew that the rain would stop any second now and we would praise the sun when we see it. We checked the waters for any rocks that could potentially puncture the ships hull, which Jack was still in drinking his mind away, and while checking the waters we saw a lantern burning eternal inside a rounded glass canteen approaching us. Lightning pierced the nearby water and light was shed upon us for a brief moment, and what we saw was a ship in the shape of a leviathan with lantern fire as eyes. The ship approached us deathly and the rain now poured the heavens, and the water rumbled hell. The water was going to be my shallow grave I thought to myself. I watched the ship pull closer and it was no longer death that occupied my mind, it was curiosity. The ship had no one upon its decks. It was abandoned.
   Captain Zedd had a smile on his face and a sense of humor in his eyes. Zedd latched his hand on a rope and swung over to the leviathan, and signaled for me to do the same. "What about Jack?", I said while looking at the door that led to the hull. "Leave the drunk for fate to decide and swing aboard lad!", Zedd responded with a raised eyebrow. I swung across and Zedd, with wealth in his mind, stepped in to the hull, and there beneath the steps nailed to the muggy walls of the ship hung a map. Zedd snatched the map off the wall and held it in his hands looking upon it. I stared over his shoulder with wide eyes, and as soon as Zedd saw my eyes hit the map he quickly stuffed it into his pocket, And said, "treasure". He stepped up to the steering spike on the top of the captain's house and sailed in a direction I did not know. I fell asleep to the sound of raindrops hitting the old wooden floor that night believing in Captain Zedd to lead us to safety. I awoke the next morning and we were on a small island. Zedd wasn't on the leviathan, but I raised my gaze to the shore and there he was pushing a large chest towards the boat. I stepped onto the foreign sand and helped Zedd with the chest which seemed to get heavier by the hour.
   We used all of our abilities to raise the chest onboard the leviathan, but we weren't able to do so. We sat up against the chest while breathing heavily. The island wasn't far from paradise I thought as I sat. The waters were as pure as a rain drop that had been filtered through the clouds on crisp chilled morning in the days of fall season. Palm tress stood tall almost as if they were posing for us to look upon them with admiration. Mountains with flowing falls and fine sanded beaches surrounded the inner island with beauty. Captain Zedd didn't share my admiration as he was already prying the lock off the cracked wood of the chest. I stood stiff and simply kicked the rotted wood to reveal a hole in the chest's right panel. In time we smashed the chest and uncovered anything but wealth. Inside the chest, drunk as could be, was Jack smiling with contentment. The captain and I tore Jack from the chest and his rum. Zedd uncovered a shrivled rope from a sack he carried along with him, and tied it around Jack's throat. I stood there and felt no sorrow for what we were going to do with jack. Jack still smiled with pure drunkenness unknowing what was going to happen. We pulled Jack across the sand and near a palm tree where we stood Jack up and hung him. Jack was dead however jack's smile was not. So Zedd smacked it off and we sat on the beach waiting for help in this paradise.

Thursday October, 23rd - Battle of the Puns

   It was an ordinary day of archery practice.  Everyone would already be there by the time I arrived  and I would smile like usual. The day was mellow as could be and I couldn't wipe a smile off my face. The coach called for all archers to the line where we would be slinging arrows at targets for  the day. The first shot was always the worst but this one was the unbelievably terrible. I held the arrow in my right hand about to attach it to the string when it feel out of my hand and onto the ground in front of me. I knelt to pick it up when it said, " It isn't safe to drop arrows, stupid", it gave a small annoying laugh, but it had a point. I responded with the everyday comeback of I'm smarter than you! The arrow stared at me and said," Dude, I'm pretty sure I'm the sharpest thing around here, so are you sure you are smarter than me". I picked the arrow up and pulled the string to my jaw and released with anger. The arrow flew towards the target and snapped in half when it hit. I put the bow down and by that time I had realized everyone was staring at me with wide eyes. "Next time ill get a ten" I said to the coach who was watching me contently.

Tuesday October, 21st - Deja Vu

   You studied the old man carefully. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but something about him reminded you of someone else. But who? This moment happens to many and to many people it is a thought that can literally consume hours and hours of thought to even start to consider what happens in your mind at this moment. At some point in your life you will most likely have the dream where you are falling and when you nearly hit the ground you awake with a fast beating heart. I love to think about these types of things and possible explanations of why or how this happens.
  What is a dream first of all? Many people say the mind runs lose when it isn't restricted by your conscious when you are awake, and we BELIEVE that we only use some parts of our mind while the rest is left unexplored and foreign. Yes, the most foreign thing in the world is in your very own head and you use it everyday. A black hole the size of twelve galaxies is less interesting than our minds to me. So what happens to the rest of your mind while you are asleep. I BELIEVE that it wonders around just like a dog without a leash, it explores new things and new possibilities we haven't considered yet maybe.
  So, is deja vu just a moment where you use that foreign part of your mind for only a moment, and you recall what it has explored for only a couple of seconds at a time. Everyone has there own opinion and this is mine in a nutshell. Although, this could be possible it doesn't explain why we only see what is present or in the past, why couldn't we see what is in the future? We just don't know!


If you liked this or my "I remember when." blog then I highly recommend watching Jason Silvia's Shots of Awe on YouTube.

Thusday October, 16th - Rain

  I have to say that rain actually makes the world seem more comfortable to me if that makes any sort of sense to you. This is really something I cannot explain in words. I guess knowing that the most exciting part of the day will be something nature throws at me and not the regular school stress that is layered on me like a never-ending hole, just call me Alice.

Wednesday October 15th - I remember when.

  I remember when coming to school meant just another adventure. I remember a time before I had video games and most of my time was spent outside climbing trees or playing soldier outside with my brother and our guns were sticks. I remember when imagination was just another everyday occurrence and I don't think that we as humans go back to these times often enough like we should. We often mask troubles with anger or happiness which are just states of mind, and I think if we could get out and back to the childish state of mind that we had so many yeas ago the world would  unfold with wonder for us to gaze upon once again.
  I remember when I would play in the nearby forest as a kid and I would do so for hours playing, running, or just making something out of dirt and twigs, and to me it almost makes me cry honestly when I think that we as people have a hard time going back to this simple state of mind. Even though I say this, I myself am a hypocrite because I couldn't go back to this time of thinking, but I like to think we still do these things, but in a different way. Video games for example are just another way to explore and when you see a kid playing video games for hours and hours you see someone who is unfit and maybe a "loner", as someone might say, but really that kid is exploring a different world that most don't see and it is exhilarating to see this happen because those child like thoughts show once again.
  I don't mean to pour my thoughts into a blog but it is something everyone needs to consider and think upon because if I were to ask you when the last time you felt like you could have the time of your life with just a few simplistic things already found in nature your answer would be "When I was a kid". Don't let the thought consume you but just consider it when you need to.

Friday October 10th - Pet Peeve

   My biggest pet peeve is when someone asks me why I don't talk or when people ask stupid simple questions they could answer themselves. Most the time when I meet people they ask me why am I so quiet and usually the first few times they ask I will shrug it off and give a small polite smile, no grudge what so ever, but it is aggravating when they ask the question over and over. I respect curiosity, but not constant conciliating curiosity.

Monday October, 6th - Persona Poem - The guy in the iron shell

I'm going to do something different today.
I'm going to fly far away
maybe to Paris or the Moon
but in my mind, it is only a glance.

I'm going to brush my teeth
...again.
I'm going to take a Sunday drive in the Audi
...again.

Put the keys in the ignition
...again.
Wave hello to Mr. Depp
...again.

Its all in the life of Iron Man.
Yeah I've got money,
but what is the point when you have done everything.
I guess ill have to build something,...again.

Maybe a shelf for my film awards
or a flying battleship.
...maybe.
...again.

Thursday October, 2nd - The Frog Prince

  Once upon a time their was beautiful Princess named Mary who lived in a stunning castle with much wealth to herself. Mary was happy in this castle, but she only had one wish, to marry a beautiful rich Prince that would play in the golden gardens of the castle amongst her. The Princess ,Mary, thought she was loved by all in her kingdom, but it was true that most of the people in her kingdom despised her and seeked to take all that she had.

  One day a box arrived at Princess Mary's door. Filled with curiosity Mary opened the box to find a frog and under the frog sat a letter. The letter said;
  Dear Princess Mary,
     "We are your people and we want to help you with your loneliness inside that large castle, so here inside this box is a magical frog. This frog is actually a beautiful prince that has been cursed by an evil witch, and if you can remove the curse than he will become the Prince you have dreamed of. To remove the curse you must give him a place to sleep, royal food, and money which he will then use to buy you a ring and marry you."

  The Princess Mary of course offered him a place to sleep, food, and money. She sat down and watched the frog jump around, and imagined how fantastical her wedding was going to be, but the frog never bought her a ring. Mary thought that the things she had given the frog wasn't enough so she gave the small frog more and more until she had nothing more to give. So bewildered and poor she sat on the dusty roads of the village begging for money, but only receiving mean stairs and awful looks. She did not live happy ever after.

Wednesday October, 1st - Fairy tale characters

Little red cap was taking a walk
only to be stalked
by a wicked creature of dark
hiding behind a tree in nature's park.

She thought she was alone
as she walked upon the stone.
A shiver ran up her spine
when she saw something hiding behind the pine.

She dropped her basket and ran for cover
but there was no cover for her.
The chaser was none other than the big bad wolf
and he had disappeared with a poof.

Little red cap thought she was alone again
until she turned and saw the wolf with a big grin.
She screamed and closed her eyes
but it lead to her awful demise.

Monday September, 30th - I'm wierded out

  As soon as I arrived, I could see something was out of place. The kitchen table was glued to the ceiling and the walls were taped together. How could I not notice this mess. I wanted to sit and think but the couch was nailed to the hard wood floor top down, and the chair was split perfectly into several pieces of wood that were now spread around the house. I decided to check upstairs for anything odd, but I was crazy for thinking I would find something normal. The stairs seemed solid, until I stepped onto them. The stairs tore into a hole below my ankles. I couldn't help but to stair into the hole with fright. I grabbed the wooden guard rails to try to pull myself away, but they disappeared before I had a grip. The hole now drug me downwards until my whole body was under and I was floating in darkness. The only thing I saw was darkness and the only thing I felt was chaos. Chaos grew closer almost as if it had become my friend, but some people don't understand chaos just like they might not understand this story, but you better piece your life together before chaos consumes you,

Thursady September, 25th - Bad Mistake

  The time was 4:30 P.M. and school was over. The day grew hot and fun thoughts raced, and anyone who knew me when I was eight years old knew that I was a fun guy with stupid thoughts. The stupid thought of the day was to have me and my brother play army with a Red Rider BB Gun. I thought this was a great idea, and that it was nearly as great as the time my brother and I decided to ride a bike inside a swimming pool. The idea I had that day was as dumb as making a peanut and jelly sandwich with a hot dog bun, but I thought it was genius at the time.
  The time was 4:35 P.M. and we were loading the BBs into our weapons and I couldn't help but think how fun this was going to be. This was going to be like real war I thought while loading; not knowing that real war meant death. My gun was the same as my brother's except for the fact that it had a bent barrel because I ran into a tree with it preventing it from shooting straight. The time was 4:40 P.M. and my brother and I decided to due a test of our weapon's capability to shoot. So I pulled my trigger thinking the safety was on, but it wasn't and the black barrel of the Red Rider gun shot a single golden BB from inside. When this incident happened we both were in the living room, and the BB launched forward only to shatter the TV screen.
  When I realized what happened I bursted into tears because I knew my Dad was going to be an unstoppable rage when he saw the TV screen that evening. My brother was also in tears, but not because of the fear of my Dad, but because of the joy of him knowing I would be in trouble. The rest of the day was filled with suspense as I waited for my Dad to get home, and when he did the day was filled with standing sense I couldn't sit, but I will leave it at that. Don't shoot TVs!
 

Wednesday September, 24th - Endearing Quality

  I believe my most endearing quality would be my quiet personality. I am normally quiet, but not awkward quiet. I am not one to say my opinion out loud, and I like to hear what other people want to say. I am the person that waits to say something at the perfect moment. Just remember to speak softly.

Tuesday September, 3rd - Strange Fruit

  Deep in the country of Jiiblos hangs a magnificent fruit of marvelous taste and wonders. It hangs off the Sader tress in the Jiiblos mountains where the air is warm and the ground is soft. Although, many haven't ever seen this fruit; they say it grants is consumer with the extraordinary ability to fly, grow, shrink, expand, and many other abilities which are unknown. Only one man has ever experienced the once in a lifetime opportunity to consume one. This man's name was Charles Chango the third and he traveled to the top of the mountain to pick only one of the fruit. He described the mysterious fruit as being energizing, juicy, and cold to the touch which made the flavors tingle his taste buds more so than any other fruit. After that warm summer day he said he would never dare sink his teeth into another fruit besides that one again. Some may ask why but they will never know sense Charles Chango the third disappeared two days later. No one knows what happened to him but most now do not dare to got atop the Jiiblos mountains and pick from the Sader trees a single fruit. The Jiiblos mountains have never been more quiet.

Wednesday September, 17th - Alphabet Soup

A random line hit the paper and he smiled with glee,
Because he thought there was none smarter than him.
Could he really write his own language?

Days passed, and lines became letters.
Every second was filled with more thoughts and lines.
For this time it was going to be different.

Giant thoughts became eager intensions in his mind.
He didn't stop for brakes, and
Intensions strengthened.

Jake wrote quick swift lines, and
Killed the white space left on his page
Leaving no space for question, he had created twelve letters for his alphabet.

M was replaced by a circle, and an oval connected on the inside.
Never again would he use the letters of the real alphabet he thought.
Only the letters he wrote would be used.

P was deformed into a line and a triangle strung together by a square.
Q was written with a hexagon instead of a circle, and
R was now a squiggle line struck with a slash through mid-center.

Seven thirty P.M. read his clock on a Sunday night
Time was all he needed know.
Unfrozen clocks sped along at a seemingly great pace that night.

Various shapes marked the page, and
When the clock read nine thirty P.M he was nearly finished.
X was merely a heavy dash and a hexagon linked together now.

Yelping in glee he threw the alphabet into the air in celebration.
Z had the last laugh though, because Jake forgot his own alphabet the next day.

Tuesday September, 16th - The Spoon's Perspective

  The day for me can never be to easy. It is always something edging the reserve of my temper. One day I was put in the microwave for two minutes by this stupid, little, snot nose, eight year old. I was angry and my medal sizzled in the bowl. The only time I get my vacation is in the dishwasher the water is relaxing and it is thirty minutes of not having to be cold or melted by someone's food. The water rushes in and out of  the cage where I stand, and I cant help but to look around at the numerous amount of bowls and plates with stains so deep they make me feel pain. Most of these bowls, plates, knifes, spoons, and forks are my friends that I have known for a while. Sometimes one of them will go missing only to be recovered under the little brat's bed later. That as well happened to me, but I wasn't recovered until five days after the incident. The dust bunnies hoped around me and covered me in the nastiest of dusts. Nasty enough for the dishes of the washer to call it grout.
  Only ten minutes had passed in the wash and it was very satisfactory to know I had another twenty to go. By now many of the dishes, mostly the knifes, start to ramble about how many times they had cut someone by accident. They use it as bragging rights against the other dishes. The soap puts shine back into us however we don't ever wont to be used again. Ten minutes left and anxiety starts to settle in the dark town of the wash. Many joke and tell stories of depression to new dishes about how it will always rain in the dark town of the wash. I laugh only to be painfully revived by anxiety as I think how I will be used. Will I be a dust bunnies friend, or maybe a tool for scraping food off of my many others friends. five minutes left.
  Most of the soap is gone and the water has sunk into the caverns of the wash only to raise again later. Two minutes the timer says. Most of us are shivering with  fear but find the courage to do it all again. One minute. Bravery couldn't be farther away for me this time. Thirty seconds. I knew the wash would be waiting for me next time and I was thankful for this fact. five seconds. Silvery eyes snap to the door and it cracks open. There stands the little devilish brat that has no sense of mercy as it reaches for me and  all the other dish smile with relief that is wasn't them to go. As for me I only wish you wouldn't play with your food.

Monday Septeber, 15th - What the Deuce?

  Everyone remembers the day the brilliant painter didn't paint. Everyone remembered the day he dropped to the floor in greed. Everyone remembered that day when the clouds weren't so white and the sun wasn't so showing. Everyone remembered, but they didn't want to forget. The painter was only alive because of the greed his paintings got him. The money that paid himself out of death. Was a fortune not to be recovered easily. The day everyone remembered was the day of his last painting.
  His mansion was dimly lit as the night outlined the sky with darkness and shards of twinkling light. Only one room had been illuminated by light. The painters room they called it, full of mystery some said. Paint covered the windows with a broad array of different colors that you couldn't look through. They say the painter took only seconds to paint because he was painting the figments only found in his imagination, only the deepest parts anyways.
  The night grew longer and the day came sooner as the painter stroke the canvas with swift movements. The colors seemed to appear from no where. There were strange beings. Goats with a violin smiling as he plays a note. A mansion in the background haunted the surrounding areas with its illuminated windows assumed to be candle light. The vast space was covered with bright, dark, blinded, faded, and transparent colors only seen at a masquerade party.
  A fish danced in the background with a wand in his left fin conducting a ceremony only he knew of with a object only he could create. The fish had no trouble hovering his fin past each note on his magical machine. He danced and smiled with correct posture in the clouds of oddly dimed colors. Although the fish and the goat smiled none smiled more that the couple in the front of the scene.
 There was a man faded in color holding a women with a brides head dress on and flowers in hand that smiled at his company. The couple seemed happy with this arrangement of fish and goats on instruments. For them the day didn't not matter because it was truly a wedding only one could imagine.
 

Thursday September, 11th - Music Critic

Foster the People's "Pumped Up Kicks", refers to a kid that has plans to shoot his classmates in school with a gun he found in his Dad's closet. The song has a line in it that goes, "All the other Kids with pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun." This line refers to the shooter telling the Kids to have pumped up kicks because you'd better run from my gun or I will shoot you. The song has a rather dark meaning, but it is based upon the violent things kids do such as violent video games that make kids do violent acts.
  The song was overall good for me, because even though the meaning is dark the sound of the pop triumphs over the fact that it is so dark. The beat and the slight murkiness of the lyrics makes it truly good pop. The chorus as well can pick up the audience and put more enjoyment into the song along with the whistling in parts of the song.
  You couldn't blame the artist to create lyrics likes this sense what has happened in the past when the song was released. The amount of school shootings has rapidly increased in the last five years and this really affects the mood of the song and what it has to say. Overall this pop song was enjoyable for me and hopefully to others as well.
 

Tuesday September, 9th - Film Review

  This 1930s set Paris film was truly filled with anticipation and mystery as a boy named Hugo fights for answers about his father and a strange automation. Hugo is an orphan boy who lives in a train station in Paris around the 1930s. Hugo is a troubled lad as he try's to find answers to his questions of why his father left this metal automation with him after his death in a tragic fire. He struggles to rebuild the automation in hoping to receive a message from his deceased father. He soon meets a bitter and sorrowful man named  George who works at the station's clockwork shop. Hugo encounters conflict with this man when the man finds Hugo's notebook containing information about the automation. The story unravels and Hugo soon rebuilds the automation with help from the old man George and discovers a secret relating to his father and the old man.
 

Monday Spetember, 8th - America, Fairyville?

 She never talks, smiles, or blinks, but she always has her mind set to the world and all that inhabit it. She thinks of herself as a twisted one of sorts and doesn't consider the odds. The odds of what if or what was to happen if I did this or that. She had her ways and the world did too except she didn't care about the world or what it had to offer. This fairy had a twisted mind only filled with ashes and dust. She never stops and considers or gives mercy. She only offers unfairness with a slight hint of unawareness.
  The fairy burnt down cities only to set them to ashes and dust that which resembled her mind. The world needed drinking water, but she dried the oceans and strangled mountain streams. The world needed a safe home she thought but she did not care the slightest. She destroyed the tallest buildings on this Earth and gave no sympathy to the ones that needed them. The fairy knows not of what is good here on the third rock from the sun.
  The winters were colder and the summers were as well. She gave no warmth and saw no warmth as the world froze and stopped. "Beware me", she said, "I am the one that controls the good and the evil". The world did not except this fact but, they didn't have an option against this unstopping evil. The people did not give warmth and they did not see warmth.
  She kicked the moon off it's space tracks and the nights were dark. The sun did not greet the people with warmth. Instead, the sun was only a reminder of another day of this demented fairy. The world was in misery as wars became truces and bombs became a laughing stock. The fairy did not make the world a happy place to live for the past few years.
   Until a day like any other with people hugging to the streets for shelter the sun shun a little brighter and the moon made friends with the Earth once again. The Moon and the Sun rose together and gave the world a small gleam of hope as the sun rained warmth once again. The nights were a little brighter with the moon bright in the sky as well. The fairy was never to be seen again only to leave the people on the third rock from the sun wondering where? Where?
 

Friday September, 5th - Aliens in Egypt

 The date is 1323 B.C.E and King Tutankhamen has just taken power over Egypt. He is the twelfth king of the eighteenth dynasty. The day was dusty and warm, but the nights were calm and shallow of any excitement. There was only the clear night sky doted with bright stars and the moon seemed to shine directly on the new King of Egypt.
  The second night of his reign was upon them and there was nothing but celebration as they danced and sang for King Tut and his newly wedded wife. He married his half sister, Ankhesenamun. The nights of his reign were glorious indeed as he restored the Egypt's traditional religion of Polytheism, belief in more than one god.
  This belief harshly expressed the belief of an afterlife and "The Book of the Dead". Kings were often honored in the highest ritual of mummifying and given a tomb full of gold and things the King might need in the afterlife.
  Years have passed sense King Tut has been chosen as King and the night is once again calm and dusty, but the night sky was not so clear. The moon did not poke out from behind the clouds, and the stars shut their eyes as it was a night not to be seen.
 King Tut sits upon his throne with a blank expression across his face as his subjects present him with gifts and gold. His expression did not change until a flicker of light caught his eye. He gracefully walked to a large doorway in front of his palace and peers out into the night only to see a strange creature staring back at him.
  King Tut roars at the monster, "Get off my land as you are not welcome here hideous beast of the night", the creature nearly squinted its rounded yellow eyes in a angered way. King Tut now takes a strong step forward with shimmering gold staff enlightened by the moon in hand and repeats, "Get of my land you are not welcome here", The disgraced beast does not move and King Tut falls to the ground in huge breathes. King Tut takes one last glance at the creature and falls to shades of black behind his eyelids.
  The creature of the night was not seen again along with King Tut's wife Ankhesenamun. King Tutankhamen was buried in the Valley of Kings after his mysterious death at only eight-teen. His tomb was not uncovered until 1922 only for the story to continue in the new world.

Thursday September, 4th - Historical Accuracy

  March, 17th 1930 New York- The construction of the Empire State building is underway rising at four and a half stories per week. The streets are soggy with rain and the air is damp with smog from the masses of Ford Model A cars on the streets. People are sore with poverty as the Great Depression sweeps through the country destroying the economy and slowing the construction of the Empire State building.
  The nights are stricken with silence only to be split by the sound of slow Jazz playing in the distance, echoing off the glum streets and buildings. The sound is fitting for this time. The song playing is "Basin Street Blues", by Louis Armstrong. A year passes and in 1930 a rather precarious article hits the New York Times newspaper. It says "May, 1st 1931 - President Hoover officially turns the lights on for the Big Apple's own Empire State Building only to have his peepers blown out by a curve being standing on top of the beams of the building".
  The article says that there was a Martian atop the Empire Sate Building that day and that it has not been seen again after the lights were illuminated. The men that now continue the work on the building work cautiously and without rest. The being has not been seen again.

Friday August, 29th - Two Moons

  The red alert light flashes brightly through the Closter phobic hallways of the SSN Blowfish. The navigator swings around quickly and reports that there is a major storm approaching and that we must find calm waters deeper into the ocean. Just then a streak of lightning leaps out of the clouds and into nearby waters. Our instruments go haywire and we commence to dive quickly and without warning into the sea.
  The Blowfish dived for three minutes or so before we came into the no dive zone which is where we are not permitted to dive any further down sense the ocean floor would be too close for comfort. The navigator once more swings around and reports that we are in the clear of the storm for now and that we dove about 600 feet. We were in the Challenger's Deep, the deepest part of the ocean. This part of the ocean is about 36,200 feet deep in the western Pacific Ocean.
  It was strange, although the navigator said we only dove 600 feet in three minutes, it felt longer, it felt like we dove deeper. It was something I kept in the back of my mind as the Blowfish and crew prepared for resurfacing. We got to our stations in a hurry and awaited orders from the navigator. The Blowfish resurfaced with almost no effort from the crew inside sense the waters were now calm. Calmer than they should be, I thought.
  The commanding officer came out to congratulate us on our intense dive to avoid the storm, and that we could get on aluminum soil. To get on aluminum soil means that we could go out on top of the submarine and get some fresh air, something we didn't get to do very often. Leland, a fellow crew member, opened the air tight hatch and yelled down, "different air from the tank, ain't that right boys". I proceeded to climb the ladder to the top and peered out and around the Blowfish's bow. Something was wrong we weren't far from land when we dove, now there wasn't land at all.
  The navigator poked his head out of the hatch and said, "that's right we actually dove six leagues into the Challenger's Deep and resurfaced some where I've never even heard about". Everyone's expressions were the same, confusion. I gazed into the dim night and noticed the extra moon pasted in the sky. The thoughts I had about the dive came to my eyes. I got a swift and crooked idea about what had occurred. Were we upside down? Are we inside the Earth? Many crew members now stared at me thinking I was inside the cabin for too long.
  Leland, who seemed to always be full of ideas, proposed his. "Maybe sense there are two moons gravity would probably be reversed which held this place together". So all of this would be ground water". The crazy thought hit my head and I realized why the Challenger's Deep was so deep the moon has constantly been pulling he Earth inside out. I've sent a message in a bottle waiting for someone to send help sense the stronger gravity doesn't allow us to leave. We have just been waiting for help, and are still waiting.

Thursday August, 28th - Outer Space, 2199

  Log #364 - Outer space 2199, Station of Leviathan – 11:30 PM.

    We still have not found out the cause of this disastrous Phenomenon. The Milky Way Galaxy is on the verge of collapsing and there are no scientific explanations on how this could of had happened. I'm Nora the head of the science and atmosphere department sense 364 days ago along with Mr. Hank who is behind me looking in a mirror again. Anyways, I have not found any conclusions on how we can save our galaxy from utter destruction. Hank do you have any ideas? “Maybe the galaxy is collapsing in on me sense I’m so gorgeous”, yeah Hank whatever floats your boat, sinks it. Travis is never any help to me or this project. I guess he doesn’t understand the gravity of this situation. As of now, Travis and I are of no help. We have ran out of ideas and cannot conclude that our galaxy will not collapse. The world will just have to wait for their sharp end. It is now 11:55 and I can see the sun expanding and brightening, we only have about five minutes world so be prepared. As for now this is Nora and Hank in outer space. Station of Leviathan January 1^st 2200, log #364 signing off.

Wednesday August, 27th - Animal Invention

  If we could make one thing to make our lives more interesting, that we learned from an animal what would it be? What animal would it be? How about a bird, maybe a Condor to be more specific. The want to fly is extraordinary for me. Just to be able to be in the air with nothing around you, feeling the air go by and always feeling like you are on the top of the world. A Condor can fly about 55 miles per hour on average, and can travel up to 150 miles per day in search of food!
  One thing we could make is high power binoculars that are only the size of glasses or a little smaller possibly, or a carbon fibre suit that allows to fly similar to a bird. It is all just only an idea, and an idea that is not completely out of the cereal box. Everyone should just keep in mind how animals affect our life's. just something to think about.
                                                                                                                                                                                                               Google.com - San Diego Zoo, Condor

Tuesday August, 26th - Concert

  I step into the waving and yelling crowd, feeling as if someone had set off a fire alarm in a preschool. The lights dim, pitch black falls upon the audience, and everyone goes silent. The lights flicker and there stood one of my favorite bands "The Strokes". A shiver goes down my spine when I hear their base player strum a note of the song "Reptillia". My head could of exploded when Julian Casablancas, lead singer, steps onto the stage.
  His voice stains the air with the lyrics. I feel my heart stop, everyone's hands sore into the air , and the base player does his solo. My eyes were wide open and I couldn't help the thought of raising my hand with the crowd. Everyone was jumping and screaming for more at the end. It felt like I won one million dollars only to have it stolen from me. My heart stepped back into my chest and the hundreds of hands that were in the air now sank into the crowd.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Google.com - The Strokes, Reptillia

Monday August, 25th - Literary Character

  I raise my thumbs to their full potential as I grab the GameCube controller and continue the adventure with Link at my side. I'm walking through a cave and I pull out a lantern to illuminate the constricting walls. I look up and I am dumbfounded when I see a six foot spider charging me with all eight legs springing forward. I take a step back and swing my sword only to miss completely. The spider parried and hit me from behind in one staggering hit. I tossed the controller in the air only for it to come back down and hit me in the back of the head sense it was attached to a short cord. The words "Game Over", once again glistens on the Sony TV screen, mocking me.
  If Link were here right now I would have told him how dumb attacking that spider with one heart left was. How a parry could have easily been blocked. I imagined what I would have said if that moment would have arose. If Link were here right now what would he have to say to me? What would he do? Scratching my head I peered at the "Game Over" screen. I wonder? There would be a lot more adventure and action for sure. Every time I would go to Wal-Mart he would probably think everyone there were weirdo's. "Where are there swords?" ,he would say, "It is dangerous to go alone out here?".
  I paused at the thought of Link trying to pay for something at the register. Twelve rupees make sense to Link but not to the employee as his eyes nearly exposed his brain as wide as they were. The now extremely rich employee would hop out of the store and later become the richest man on planet Earth. I raised my eyebrow and gazed at the screen once more maybe not I said and continued with the game.
 

Friday August, 22nd - Wacky Words

There is something very terrific about being scientific
You can make things out of anything, even things that ting
There are times when you don't feel scientific
And those times are really horrific

Especially when Nirvana is playing
It really shouldn't be staying
On the public radio
Nirvana is a band that shouldn't have a studio

But when you're scientific
Things aren't so horrific
You make that radio stop
With your scientific pop

Now times are better until you hear
Nirvana in your ear
You crawl and stretch away
Because Nirvana is here to stay

 

Thursday August, 21st - Mystery Lady

  How Imaginative is our world? Are our thoughts just a jumbled mess written on a paper waiting to be read. Sometimes words cannot be read, but seen. A strange structure crooked and colorful, twisted and a lack of boredom is what I see. It is always great to see or hear something abnormally different. Some people would say it is strange and not something anyone can relate to or be comfortable to watch. Some people don't step out of there comfort zones and realize it is so much better outside the box. It is so much better outside the box!
  You can create a monster painting with colors splattered in various places, and lines that aren't so straight, but lead you to something so much better than the lines before them. The colors that lay mixed with another color. Faces that can only be described as insidious and obscene. Crippled arms and shattered legs put together again only in a different pattern. It is the backwards of normality.
  She sits in a chair made of hand carved wood. She sits and stairs through her dim, and coal black eyes watching, and listening through her curvy bent ears placed in a position only she could understand. She waits for someone to tell her who she was drawn by. She asks herself who, but it is all just a mystery.

Wednsday August, 20th - Alter Ego

  Timmy Turner always seems to be the one to ruin the day with his own ignorance only to be set straight by some other person, and be honored as the savior of the day. Timmy always seems to have his own way of doing things. His two fairies always seem to have his back, but what happens when they can't control Timmy, and he starts to do anything he wishes to. What happens when Timmy goes dark?
  Timmy's fairies don't control him, they do not make him wish or un-wish something. So why does he put himself and people around him in danger constantly? Maybe he only cares about himself and does not care for other peoples life's or time. Timmy has always been about the fun. His darker side could be strange and twisted. He could be waiting for the right moment to strike and take over the world with his ignorance. World be aware of Timmy Turner!
 

Tuesday August, 19th - Scariest Place

 A small dark closet or hole is the most terrifying scene, if you were to be put in that position and told to stay calm. These places send a chill down your spine when you start to panic and you don't remember how to get out. Your mind trips over your adrenaline and you start to over think what is going to happen. Your breathes become heavy and your lungs begin to fill constricted. As your mind becomes blank you realize how you got there and walk right back out.
  The reoccurring nightmare of a small enclosed area can be freighting to people. The knowing of being restricted by walls on all sides of you giving you no room to move can chew away at your mind. Sometimes it can be pitch black or bright florescent light. Your hands press against the wall only to set a strict reminder of how trapped you really are. Of course it is easy to get out of this position if your mind could stop racing at the thought of Closter phobia sinking into your surrounding. The realization that you are only being Closter phobic brings some relief when you walk out of the restricting walls realizing you aren't going to die.

Friday August, 15th - Kindergarten

  I'm not sure what my Mom is talking about when she says school. She says that tomorrow will be a big day for me and I will make friends at school, but wont everything be just like today forever. She has really got my head hurting with thoughts of tomorrow. The next morning my mom woke me up earlier than usual and I didn't feel to good about it. She handed a bag and said, "I'm taking you this morning to school", I say school because I couldn't say the word she said. It sounded wrong, and wasn't a word I knew. it sounded like, king ear garden, but I'm not sure.
  My mom handed me a bag filled with pencils and paper, I had no idea what it was for. I lumbered to the car and slammed the door shut because I wasn't to happy about being awake. We drove for a few minutes. I was peering out the clear glass of the car window as I always do. I like to think of myself as observant. The car then came to a halt and there in front of me was a huge building maybe 60 feet high with kids just walking straight into it. What was it, a jail for kids I thought.
  In amazement I walked to the jail with my Mom and soon I would become the dumb kid walking inside it's grasp. The bars shut behind me and I was in. There were kids crying and clinging to there Mom's and Dad's hands. I felt like doing the same but didn't because I didn't wont to be embarrassed here. I thought the inmates might think I was soft and beat me up. My mom then appointed me to a tall lady holding a book staring at me with laser focus eyes. She said, "Hi, I'm Mrs. Rachael your king ear garden teacher", there were those words again. Those words mocked me.
  I left my Mom and went with the lady to a room filled with things straight from the horror factory. Things I didn't even know about. Things I didn't want to know about. I was told it wouldn't take long before I could go home and was dreading every minute of jail. I didn't want to remember what happened that day, but when I got home I was filled with joy that I was out of the jail and I knew that when I grew up I would never go back to jail until I was made.

Thursday August, 14th - Gross

  The first thing I expect from a refreshing soda drink is the burn of the caffeinated water hitting the back of my throat, but dare I call this acclaimed refreshing drink a soda. First off the smell of the soda is just nauseating. Like a bad off brand cereal that your friend has and you are forced to eat for breakfast. Also what is very enjoyable about a soda is the artwork on the bottle. I would go to the store just to admire the artwork masked on a soda bottle, but this soda does not have the same ability. This bottle, however, looks like is was drawn by a untalented person who ran out of ideas. As I pick up this bottle of mess, the side says "soda", nothing more nothing less.
  I sigh thinking that this time could be different. I lift the cold brim to my lips and poor the crippled taste of something wrong onto my taste buds. I had to drink something. It was after my sports practice and my throat was turning into sandpaper. The soda had little help to offer me unfortunately as I swallowed just a sip of its bland taste. The soda slithered down my throat uncomfortably. the drink sent a shiver down by spine. like a school bus with screeching brakes as it comes to a stop to pick you up in the morning. I made a pledge to never drink this soda again. Till this day I have never drank a bottle that plainly said "soda", on the side.

Wendsday August, 13th - Squirrel

  Their is something just off about a squirrel to me, so jumpy so hyper. Almost like they have something to hide. Maybe I am just a bit paranoid, but then again maybe they are. If you ever look at a squirrel do they ever have straight eye contact with you. If you can do that you are basically set for life. You could be like a ruler or king of squirrels, and high and mighty you may sit upon their branches and laugh at people walking by you. When these people point and stair at you simply do not make eye contact, and they will be the ones that are strange.
  The only question is how this family of mammal came to be so awkwardly annoying, and strange. What do they have to hide? Kind of like people in a way, always looking for something to do, places to be, things to have. I for one do not mind the resemblance of these two species. I find it amusing to think that there is an animal similar to me or anyone for that matter. Maybe squirrels could be like the new family pet replacing a dog or cat later in life. Like a sick show of Tom and Jerry some what. I wouldn't know which side people would be on.
  Would being king of squirrels bring riches to me? Maybe being the king they will bring me Walnuts filled with gold and gems. I would admire them and sit upon the tallest tree I could find, perhaps a Redwood, that would be nice. I will sit in the tallest tree and laugh at the humans walking buy.
  Humans are so jumpy and hyper almost like they have something to hide. Maybe we as squirrels are paranoid, but then again maybe humans are. We can never make eye contact with them they just look away. I wonder what they are hiding? I wonder if they think the same thing? For now ill sit in the tree and ponder these questions as we squirrels always have.