Surfing Is Like Life

You can sit on your board and wait for the perfect wave. Once you see it coming, you turn around and start paddling as hard as you can. When it reaches you, you can either put all your strength into catching the wave or you can give up and lose all the glory of riding it. Let’s say you take the wave. You are now on the wave and you are having the best time ever. You can feel the wind in your hair and you are rushed with a feeling a pure happiness. Now it doesn’t matter if you wipeout. You can get right back on your board and paddle out to catch another wave because now you know that you can do it…you caught the wave! So next time you are having a hard time, if you wipeout, it’s ok, just get right back on board because you might just have the ride of your life!

(I wrote this a while back...like a year or two ago)

Monster Poem

Its robust body thrust itself through the air, 

slicing away at the air friction like it was butter.

 Trillions of air molecules

 fled in hope 

of finding safety from the monstrosity. 

They whizzed 

and swerved,

 as if eluding a speeding bullet.

 The phenomenon 

was so gargantuan

 that it had eventually acquired an orbit of its own.

 Meanwhile, quadrillions of innocent, microscopic mixtures of nitrogen, oxygen, and minute amounts of other gases

 were trapped 

inside its abysmal, nebulous insides. 

Their unheard screams sounded like a nauseating alarm.

 Miles below it, humans 

of the New Jersey variety 

had their eyes glued to the electrifying colors of the monster. 

Jazz berry jam red and Outrageous orange;

 Laser Lemon Yellow and Caribbean Green; 

Pacific Blue and Chalk White. 

The people looked like Barbies with over-easy eggs for eyes. 

It was like

 a deadly rainbow had wrapped

 itself around into a giant sphere. 

To all the flabbergasted onlookers 

underneath the behemoth,

 the mere seconds it was airborne seemed to take hours. 

Their wide open mouths dried 

up like a puddle in the blistering heat. 

Their eyelids were clasped 

together like trap doors; 

open just enough to spy on the great monster. 

The beach ball towered over the earth 

like a king, a sorcerer, a god.

Flocking of the birds...

People are like birds. The group together, fly, parade through the sky in groups. Massive groups with one sole purpose, one brain, one motive that affects the rest of the clan. And then there is one outsider; one who chirps differently, or flies a different wing pattern. They create new arcs and circles and angles through the air. They take a step outside of the whirling smudge of feathers; breathe new air. The rest of the flock notices an unbalance. They observe a being like their own setting a new path, a path they follow. They enveloped the lone one in their plumage in large chatter. And then they descry something on the horizon. Something incomparable to the innovator and its new found path had caught their eye so they encompass it in a sea of speed and pursuit. The loner is, again, left alone to carry on with life in the usual manner. They accept the popularity and appreciation when it comes and even grow to like it. But in the end, they are left alone to fly as the please and excel in life, purely content. They are an individual at heart and will always remain so. Let us learn from our friends. We do not have to follow the beaten path in order to live up to our life goals. Take risks, seek challenges, and do not be afraid of failure. 

The wonders of ' Paint"

("Painted" by me using the program Microsoft Paint)

In the Beginning

I made this for school but I ended up liked it so here it is. 

Its about when the first Americans crossed the land bridge from Russia into whats now Alaska. 

I don't know how true it is but I tried to somehow capture the hardships they went through.

How you like it!    -Zo-bear

" Mother, are we there yet?" I asked. I was getting more and more eager to reach the coast that was said could supply a safe trip south. We had been walking for days but we still hadn't reached the "water path" as I called it.
My tribe had left my birthplace in search of the "new land" when I was only two. After passing through the land that connected this land and my own, we lived happily in the new land for five more years. We had plenty of food and lots of shelter. My brother, Taluk, and I could play it the grasses and catch the green bugs that basked in the sun on the hot rocks by our hut. We were happy... 
But of course our good fortune could not last. Other tribes started migrating there and soon there was not enough game and space for everyone. We decided to head south in hope of a better life.
I gave my mother a poke and pleaded again. Mother sighed and pushed her long brown hair out of her face. Her beautiful eyes looked down on me and she said, " Sayna, Sayna. You must be patient. Our long and suffering journey will not go unrewarded by Aqueena the sea spirit." She sighed again. " Aqueena will present us with good fortune and courage.
I hung my head. I knew she would say something about this. I just wanted to get away from these rocky mountains. They had caused me a great deal of pain. The rocks had cut my feet, turning them pink and making them swell. The cold nights had made sleep run away from me.
I scrambled around a boulder and stepped into a shadow. I looked up to see what was hiding the sun and saw a steep rock slope as tall as three men standing on top of each other. My heart filled with dread. Looked to my left...more cliff. I looked to my right...even more cliff! There was simply no way but up. On any other day I would have happily accepted a steep climb so I could race Taluk to the top. Not today. I was tired of walking and wanted to lie down, but if I did that I might get left behind and get lost.
I looked up again. Five men were already on their way up and one was almost to the top.
Despite my discomfort , I hobbled over the the base of the the wall. I planted one foot on the lowest foothold and started climbing. It took me forever just to get halfway. When I was almost to the top, I looked up just in time to see the girl in front of me reach it. Her eyes got as big as stones and her mouth dropped to her knees. I scrambled up to see what she was looking at. I pulled myself up and looked out.
Oh! The Sea! It was everything I had ever imagined. The wide expanse of blue stretched on for ever and ever. The sun shimmered down on the ocean like a million stars. Yes, we made it! 

We finally made it!

A Musical Girl

I am a musical girl who loves the ocean

I wonder what life will bring for me today

I hear the waves crashing against the shore

I see Fog, Fog, and more Fog

I want to travel the world

I am a musical girl who loves the ocean

I pretend to fly

I feel like a kangaroo

I touch the stars when I dream

I worry for the whales in the sea

I cry when saltwater gets in my eyes

I am a musical girl who loves the ocean

I understand

I say "Holy Mushooginuts!"

I dream of the distant future

I try to be a great  friend

I hope for world peace

I am a musical girl who loves the ocean

A Memoir of Summer...

I put one arm in front of the other. Over and over again. I could feel my arm tighten each time as I cut through the frigid water with my cupped hands. With each stroke I got myself a few feet closer to my distant destination: the Outside. But first I had to get past the massive wall of whitewater in front of me. It loomed forward like a furious monster just waiting to crack. I gave a few more hopeless strokes then leaned over on my right side and flipped myself over...with my surfboard on top of me. Despite my efforts to hold on, the wave shook my hand free and flung my board behind me. The wave then rolled me over and over again. It felt like I was in a giant washing machine. Finally the wave had passed and my head broke through the surface. The sun beamed on my face like a beacon of light. My hand ran itself down my leg and found where it was attached to my leash that connects me to my surfboard. I tugged on it and my board inched toward me. When it was in reach I launched my hand forward and grabbed the tail. In a quick fluid motion I turned my board around and dragged myself up on to it. Thankfully that set had passed and I was able to make it to the outside during the lull.Once I was sure I was safe from the waves I flung my feet forward and sat on my butt and look out toward the horizon.

Thinking on it now, I wonder if I had foreseen that the horizon would soon become bumpy with a new set of big waves; or that one of them would present a perfect left that I would ride all the way into the sand. Or if I would then eat my sandwich on the beach as I remember that perfect wave.