A Missed Target

While being at Target yesterday with my mom, I was going to the changing room and see a picture that confused me. On the wall there was a couple under an umbrella dressed in white and kissing. Of course behind them was the Target logo. This made me wonder... does Target suggest that people should frolic in the rain with Target clothes on? Or does this picture depend on people's gullibility to believe that someone can look that happy in the pouring rain ?

If Target is able to put a logo on something like that, they could also put a Target logo behind a man on a bench eating a sandwich. This would border the lines of "Target, people eat here too."
One thing's for sure, I wouldn't mind seeing a Target logo behind shooting range picture.

The Noticeable Sign of Affection

Sometimes when a person wakes up in the morning, he or she can automatically tell if the day is going to be ordinary, or somewhat-ordinary. Every person has had these types of days because when asked how the day went the only reply that comes to mind is "Well, nothing really". When a somewhat-ordinary day occurs, a person can elaborate by telling a sign or event that seemed out of the routine. Like a slot machine, a person can never anticipate if the day is going to be ordinary, or extraordinary.

Since childhood, I have seen signs that can make a person's day somewhat ordinary. The biggest example is when I am walking around the house and my brother or dad point out something to me. The description can be put into a somewhat riddle: What appears on your face when you least expect it, and is given to you after someone delivers it? The answer: Lipstick imprint. Sometimes I am talking to my brother and he says, "Oh looks like you got hit too". Thinking about this statement, I ponder on what he means until I look into the mirror.

Usually at that moment I cry out in my mind "Gah!" I rub my cheek, yet it does not come off that easily. Amazing what that substance is made of, there must be a fine print on those things saying "Warning, can make implants on cheeks when touched, some side effects on a victim may be vigorous wiping, or a need to use water. After the crisis has passed, I hear "Who else wants to go on trip through the shopping universe?, oh and you have an appointment so you have no choice." In submission I walk to the car and think "Time to break out the brochures."

We Are Sorry For Your Inconvenience

Usually when a person goes out for the summer, he or she expects a nice time for R & R. Unfortunately, it seems my agenda has already been made without my knowing I had an agenda. To start off, after a week that I had finished school I had Drivers' Ed. The class lasted for four days, but it was 8 hours long (for each class). (Granted though, that if I did not take this class I would be spending three months on it for the real school year). I was happy though when I went to Tahoe, because I was finally given a reprieve from the "agenda". My efforts to relax though were foiled when I returned to home base. This is how the week went for chronology : Monday : Calm before the storm of events, Tuesday: See optometrist and travel with mom across the shopping universe. Wednesday: Take Permit test, travel with mom across the shopping universe once more. Thursday: Physical, (and yes), travel across the shopping universe with mother. Friday: Relax! *whew*

After that week had passed I realized that the shopping universe relates to one big chain; They are all connected no matter what supply they offer. Maternal units, as I have seen, follow this chain and students like myself are dragged along for the flight. While I am sitting in the car I almost hear an air waitress saying " We are now above the shopping store of Macy's, the flight home will be delayed for another few hours, we are sorry for your inconvenience." "For now why don't you look inside your pamphlet to see all the stores we will be going to today." This is the point where a sigh from the passengers is appropriate. The best statement one can hear from the waitress is "Since our time is running a little behind schedule, we will be cutting back our shop visits and delivering our passengers back home." Since the air waitress is concentrating on piloting, she does not hear the passengers stretch out their arms and say "Woo hoo!" The most important lesson I learned from all of this is that pamphlets for the "agenda" should be a lot shorter.

The Earth's Rattle

Anyways for a little description of this, I was given an article to chose from and make a poem out of it. It's about an earthquake that was very brief in Concord yet many were still surprised after it occured. So here it is: sit, read and enjoy!

As the dark was draping all of day’s wonder
The town remained still, with nothing to ponder.
Individuals talked, watching seeds newly sewn,
Never suspecting the ground’s awakening groan.
Violently shaking the room seemed to shudder,
Inhabitants gasped, eyes opened with wonder.
Rumbling stomachs obeyed master’s call,
One that is able to make people crawl.

The earth was relentless, like an unyielding storm.
Only to dwindle, and fade with no mourn.
When silence returned, many gazed with some doubt,
Preparing for more, they readied to shout.
The warriors waited for their lion to pounce,
Grasping their shield breathing words unannounced.
The quake had arrived, striking swift with zeal,
The outlook remained stony, hard with no feel.
Then out of the quiet arose a small laughter,
A child unknowing, bringing color to paper.
Finding words from the brain whether jolt, or a rattle,
Not truly describing the earth’s inner battle.
Minds reminisced calling events from the past,
Figuring December’s quiver was far from the last.

Life's Balance

Beautiful seed how I long to see your face,
Slowly ascending through the earth’s protecting vase.
I wait as the time flows steadily by,
Urging encouragement to open your eyes.
Alas! The time awaited has come,

You breech the ground as a small green crumb.
Twirling around in wondrous laughter,
Never suspecting any disaster.
Months pass away and you steadily bud,
Petals penetrate suggesting, “Not a dud!”
You never fail to give off a light,

Rain makes you brighter, escalating in height.
Once again time enters the door,
Hinting some day, “You’ll no longer soar”
Majestic still, you remain standing
Ovations from the audience are surely demanding.

You stretch out to grasp the blue sky,
Falling short, just a little, you try not to cry.
Slowly admitting you acknowledge the fact,
Your petals shine dimmer, your stem has turned black.
I come in one day to see your face,
Which is no longer there, just a memory erased.

I raise you up in the palm of my hand,
Never knowing if I can understand.
I place you outside, on a grass luscious with green,
Smiling that you could once not be seen.
A bird soon arrives and takes you away.

Flying into the sunset, savoring today.
Years have gone by and I wander to hills,
Admiring the ground, as if gutted with gills.
A breeze throws my hat and I pursued a chase,

Picking it up I see a familiar face.
Stretched out in the valley that no one has seen,
My face is uplifted and eyes remain keen.
You stretched yourself to a place no one would bother,

Spreading into the lives based off of your fathers.

The Day Before Christmas

The Day Before Christmas

When sunrise arrives I stretch with glee,
Knowing that today is Christmas Eve.
While holding on ‘til the real day arrives,
Shoppers rush everywhere and hunt for their prize.
As many bump, and trip over unwrapped gifts,
Others are frantic believing some relative is missed.

Lunchtime leaves with a quick departure,
And carolers are scrambling with some song structure.
The timer clicks with lights soon abundant,
People drive to Mass with a joy that is pungent.
The candles are lit, young children are waiting,
The one who they worship is flying stating,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight!
Young ones pray he has a good flight.

The night is calm with fog amidst,
Cookies and milk are offered as gifts.
The Christmas tree shines with a glow of surprise,
As his friend, the fire, crackles dwindling in size.
Frost clings onto the window with a soft sheen,
The night provides shelter for elements unseen.
I lay my tired body down in my bed,
Not with gumdrops swirling in my head.
The Christmas spirit fills me up with joy,
As I wonder how the baby felt when he received his first toys.

A Student's Victory : A Homework's Retribution

As every person probably knows now, I have started to go to high school. Already the first quarter has ended and I think (in my opinion) that I am well off. I already know one major difference of high school to elementary school: homework. There are many ways of how I can describe the amount of homework I have weekly, but I shall only name one of them.

Dusk reached upon the horizon as I stared into the distance. "My leader the attackers have last been seen marching to east." "The amount of men is limited from our last encounter and they are weary from the battles, said a small looking archerman. "We have to last until the weekend young archer, or victory will never be achieved," I said boldly. As I stood looking over my sanctum (my home) I saw that the hills grew dark. "Close the front gate!" Don't let any of this homework demoralize you men, after all it is only Monday....

This story was one of my many archives known as "homework." After I tell you my schedule throughout the week, every person can guess that I have more than enough to deal with.

Monday: Bombardment of homework (since I have been gone from school for two days, apparently the school gods get angry at the teachers and they must appeal to them by creating more work.)

Tuesday: Not as much bombardment (depends since I only have periods 1,3, and 5 but they are an hour and twenty minutes long.)

Wednesday: After going through the ordeals of long classes, I am usually hoping the next time my alarm clock rings Saturday has arrived.

Thursday: Unfortunately, I was wrong and I return to the barracks to train and be academically fit.

Friday: aka The day of rejoicing. This is the day where even though, I might get assigned all classes, I still am overjoyed that I will not have to have a sound that goes like BEEP BEEP BEEP in my ears for two days.

After the weekend this cycle usually repeats and I am forced to take arms once more. For now though, tomorrow will be more than half the week and I must persevere for victory. For now......
Pick up your bows and ready your swords men, it's going to be a long night.