A Moment From 'The Book'

Jack put his head down between his arms, careful not to look suspicious, and pretended to sleep.

"Let him nap. Come along children," the teacher contently motioned her class toward the EXIT, much like sheep being guided from a pen to pasture, and waited till every last nose-picker was out of the room before quietly shutting the door. Jack was smart to let time pass before revealing his bluff, as the teacher reentered the classroom moments later to shut off the lights. With one last glance in Jack's direction, the teacher smirked at the thought of being a child again; so innocent, so unaware...a distant feeling. This brought a warm glaze over the caring teacher's emotion, and blocked any suspicion that may have 'blipped' her ignorant attention. In a moment of nostalgia, Jack had tricked his foe, and was left as the lone conquistador of a room filled with things yet to be discovered by him.

As Jack lifted his head, he shook off the tired from his eyes, squished his cheeks to even out the blood showing too much red, and soon a smile spread across the young deviant's face.

Oh teacher, he thought, so innocent, so unaware...

The popular trend today seems to be 'getting by'; like everyone just hopes to live another day without worry of being able to live. Or maybe that's just me...

I have been known to make distractions for such things as worries before, and each time bettering the promise for hope although little hope for progress exists. Today, being. Yesterday, being. Tomorrow, being. Good God let's not go this direction again. Time is my enemy...and so I digress.

Or, perhaps, not digress. Truly, work is my enemy, but time is so much easier to blame. Wasting time is what I'm best at, and making excuses is how I survive...

Period, end of story.

Alice in Wonderland

I don't know about any of you but I am extremely excited to watch the new Alice in Wonderland movie by Tim Burton. All of his movies are soo interesting and creative. He is able to create a story that was made specifically for children into something that people of all ages are going to want to watch. I wonder why no one has attempted to create and Alice in Wonderland that was not a cartoon and if they have it probably was not good enough to become popular because I don't remember any being made. Anyways I am going to see it the day it comes out and I heard someone where it is in 3D which if it is would make it even better.

school school school

I have realized that trying hard in highschool is completely different than trying hard in college. I don't really know if I am doing really well in any of my classes and I feel like I really need to step up my game but maybe its too late. The semester is almost over but I guess there isn't ever a too late. I am soooo stressed out about it and don't know what to do. I'm sure lots of other freshman feel the same stress I do but it seems like I am the only one who is freaking out about this. Maybe someone of you freshman can relate a little bit who knows....back to studying haha.

"Permeating Poetry"

Ok so I have been working on a style of poetry that I like to call 'permeating poetry', where the poem itself gives off this spreading-like feeling to the reader, even though the meaning is obvious. I attempt to do this by using couplets and (strategically placed) breaks, which proved to be better later even though I was skeptical at first. It may take a couple of times before you get what I'm talking about, only because you have to kind of find that flow in the reading as you go, which means read it out-loud if you so choose to read it at all...enjoy.

I See You, Day-by Travis Barbour

I see you. I see you

Day. I see you through

The dying night, the moon

Hiding in the horizon, sewn

Under the break of Dawn;

Collecting dew, the leaves have drawn,

Swaying delicately in the breeze

Amongst the colored trees

That paint a portrait proud

And cheer the autumn loud,

For me. Here a new

Day breaks; the fortunate few

Who wake to greet it,

Take on the morning bit

By bit and find me

Standing quietly. A plea

(To which I rather enjoy)

Makes the daylong ploy

Worthwhile. Forever

Will the natural endeavor

Bring tears to my eyes,

And in great merriment, lies

Beneath the sun. Oh

Knowing Mother Earth stow

Your beauty in the minds

Of those who wish to find

Peace again. For when

The time comes in trend

That this joyous day will

End, and all the world ill

Of night will call, in

Unison, for a new day to begin.

"Cheers."

-Chucho