Monday, March 31, 2014
Writing Starter 32
I’m just glad they’re not any taller or I’d have to get out a ladder. I really didn't want to have to clean the graffiti off of these walls because it would take forever. It had the entire winter to sit, so it's quite difficult to get off. I'd rather be inside watching basketball than out here cleaning up this mess of a city.
Writing Starter 31
The craziest (best) part of my family is how uncensored they are. Whenever we are together for family gatherings everyone is very crude and it makes it much more enjoyable. My grandpa is the best because he was a special type of humor. He was in the Marine corps when he was younger so he still has some of that in him.
Writing Starter 30
When I was younger my favorite movie was Shrek. I loved Shrek because of how funny it was, Donkey, and how they incorporated all the other fairy tale characters. The way Dreamworks was able to have characters in the movie that were from all different stories was very unique. I really clicked with Shrek because I was really into the whole animated Disney, Pixar, and or Dreamworks movies.
Friday, March 28, 2014
Writing Starter 29
A place that feels safe for me is home. When I use the term "Home" I don't necessarily mean where I live. Home is where the heart is, and that can be a lot of places. A lot of my friends have homes where I feel as if I belong. They're my second family and I feel welcome, safe, and at home there. There is no distinct smell, sound, or look to these places due to how many of them there are. These places are important because I like to feel as if I am at home when i'm away, or feel welcomed when I need to get away from my personal house.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Writing Starter 28
I remember the first time I drove by myself. It was late, and all I could see was what the lights shined on. Getting out to the car I could feel the light rain on my arms, and the could taste the mist in the air. Ill never forget the sound of water rushing behind my house. The smell of spring, wherever I went. This was a very important moment for me because when it happened I wasn't old enough to drive, and it was late at night. I was trying new things.
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Writing Starter XXVII
Ill never forget the time I was at my grandpas house shooting guns for the first time. He started me out with a shotgun and it was the worst thing ever. I was only about 10 years old and he had shoot the 20 gauge. It sucked, and i was unprepared. Moral of the story is don't shoot guns. They do you hurt.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Writing Starter XXVI
Mrs. Nichols was the best
Because she was so nice
She had two dogs that were so nice
and their collars were red
Because she was so nice
She had two dogs that were so nice
and their collars were red
Monday, March 24, 2014
Song Lyric Brainstorm
Wild Boy
Diamonds on the Inside
Half Naked and Almost Famous
The Taliban Song
The Death of a True Thug
The Wild Taliban
Wild and Almost Thug
The Death of the Famous
Almost Famous On the Inside
The Naked Song
This song is about Osama Bin Laden
The US of A is chasing down that terrorist scum
Taking Place is 2011
Taking place in the country of Pakistan
BECAUSE WE'RE AMERICA AND WE DON'T TAKE NO SHIT
After 9/11 we went hard on terrorist hunting and found Osama and done him dead
Terrorist
Gun
AMERICA
War
Navy Seals
Peace
Freedom
Survival
Failure
Bacon
Friday, March 21, 2014
Writing Starter XXV
Imagine your 5 year child, without the doubt out of his heart Where world wars were still existent; and every mountain's to big
That sky was unique, my last birthdays residence
And even then, I made new evidence
because positive thoughts are actual thing
Way after gangster stuff had us packing bags
I'd learn Breakdance before idol performance
Way after you got that bling shit
Way after I ate the farm grown
got crap too many times, back outside Kurrajong slums
I broke out our VHS, envision long evening
Day after night, I'd run it out, reciting my lines
working and trying what we imagined, outside of the mind
copped a piece off ya dad Shabadoo he had it for em
To ruin the town, If we ever worked it in California
but then that moment rose, my momma said im going
hopped on that jumbo jet, we flew across an ocean, say
Oh man, Im want to survive to the midnight
too keep moving through hell to a dim hope
And at the people, I state when we're humming some blues
If you're coming at me, Then I'm coming at you.
That sky was unique, my last birthdays residence
And even then, I made new evidence
because positive thoughts are actual thing
Way after gangster stuff had us packing bags
I'd learn Breakdance before idol performance
Way after you got that bling shit
Way after I ate the farm grown
got crap too many times, back outside Kurrajong slums
I broke out our VHS, envision long evening
Day after night, I'd run it out, reciting my lines
working and trying what we imagined, outside of the mind
copped a piece off ya dad Shabadoo he had it for em
To ruin the town, If we ever worked it in California
but then that moment rose, my momma said im going
hopped on that jumbo jet, we flew across an ocean, say
Oh man, Im want to survive to the midnight
too keep moving through hell to a dim hope
And at the people, I state when we're humming some blues
If you're coming at me, Then I'm coming at you.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
What I Watch
Been watching American Idol, and there isn't a lot of talent this year. Its disappointing
Songwriting
Unfazed by your everlasting lie,
The way you cover up all of your imperfections
Acting like you are the puppet master
What is true, what is false, your honesty just passing by
Smack you around so you know what its like to feel
That you're the one that would never be able to make a deal
To continue that life you cease to live
I won't bow to you for what you will not say
You think that you have all of the answers
But soon enough you will have to pay
For all things you have done to me
When things are different from the light I give
All will know the way things are
The way you cover up all of your imperfections
Acting like you are the puppet master
What is true, what is false, your honesty just passing by
Smack you around so you know what its like to feel
That you're the one that would never be able to make a deal
To continue that life you cease to live
I won't bow to you for what you will not say
You think that you have all of the answers
But soon enough you will have to pay
For all things you have done to me
Smack you around so you know what its like to feel
That you're the one that would never be able to make a deal
To continue that life you cease to live
Maybe I will be able to live
When things are different from the light I give
All will know the way things are
Smack you around so you know what its like to feel
That you're the one that would never be able to make a deal
To continue that life you cease to live
Writing Starter XXIV
I would listen to Salvation by Five Finger Death Punch. It is talking about how vague the entire world is and how so much is left unanswered. I like it because it combines metal music, and singing. It has a really good beat. It means a lot because I agree with the stance FFDP takes in it.
Monday, March 17, 2014
Monchielle
To live life at the most,
Is to do stupid stuff,
And have fun doing it
YOLO is the motto
Cause this is all you get
To live life at the most
You have to not worry
About all the bad things
And focus on what's good
You're an Ace amongst Kings
To live life at the most
You can not stress about
What's not in your control
The aim of life is life
And to set a far goal
To live life at the most
Focus on what is now
Not what is, or what was
Be with your friends and peers
Live in the social buzz
Cause this is all you get
To live life at the most
You have to not worry
About all the bad things
And focus on what's good
You're an Ace amongst Kings
To live life at the most
You can not stress about
What's not in your control
The aim of life is life
And to set a far goal
To live life at the most
Focus on what is now
Not what is, or what was
Be with your friends and peers
Live in the social buzz
Writing Starter XXIII
Dear friend
A long time its been old sport
So young we were way back then
Friends we were, you and I
A lot I have been up to, indeed
Partaking in sport and such
Killin it I be in school
Waltz in I do with a swagger so fresh
Sestina
Spring, Sun, Leaves, Trees, Wind, World
The fresh feeling of Spring,
Shining down comes the sun,
On the freshly fallen leaves,
From the shadowing trees.
The rustling above from the powerful wind
Showing me the ways of the world
A cruel place it is, the world
Masked by the pleasantries of spring,
But losing its identity under the wind
Only to be saved by the warmth of the sun.
Imperfections of the trees
Both hidden and shown by the leaves
It's time to take away the leaves
To expose this world,
And the life given by these trees,
In the healthy months of spring
When the strongest thing is our sun
And let the planet be cleansed in the wind
The earths anger shown by wind
Helplessness shown by dying leaves
At the mercy of our powerful sun
Able to scorch our entire world
There is no safety in Spring
Only in the shadow of the trees
Life shown by these trees
Scattered around by the strong wind
That comes during the months of spring
Life shown by these trees
Scattered around by the strong wind
That comes during the months of spring
Colorful land made by leaves
Making a better place of our world
Life given by the sun
Excessive heat from the sun
Trying the hurt the earths trees
Attacking the wellbeing of the world
Powerful wind
Killing the leaves
That are fresh from Spring
Time to save the world, from these winds
And let the sun help these trees
Create the healthy leaves in the season of spring
Making a better place of our world
Life given by the sun
Excessive heat from the sun
Trying the hurt the earths trees
Attacking the wellbeing of the world
Powerful wind
Killing the leaves
That are fresh from Spring
Time to save the world, from these winds
And let the sun help these trees
Create the healthy leaves in the season of spring
Writing Starter XXII
Rugby, Devils, Men
The season has begun, my life of Rugby
Playing a game of pure bred men
Friends, Teammates, Devils
Cracking heads is a thing of Rugby
A team saying of "God, I love men"
These guys, These Devils
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Writing Starter XXI
Concerned, Worried,
Anxiety struck me instantly
What is his plan?
The cops have been called
What would the police do if he chose to ran
I think i'll stay around for a while
For this whole situation has got me appalled
Monday, March 10, 2014
Sorry Poem
Dear Brother, I am sorry
I am sorry I made you mad all those times
Long ago before I knew better
You yelled at me
We had our fights, but in the end
We always got over it
It would take minutes,
Or sometimes days
You were my best friend growing up
You never knew that
Until now
The house feels empty without my brother here
You're off at college with all your pals
While I'm here in Dexter
With Jasper
An attempt to fill a void
Home doesn't feel like home
With a German in your room
Being my "Brother"
Please forgive me for when we fight,
You're the oldest, and must always be right
Writing Starter XX
The Ocean
Salt in the air
Fresh, away from everything
The smell of nature
Smothering you to a point of comfortability
Friday, March 7, 2014
Shakespeare Sonnet
I sat alone, and quietly in class
Attention somewhere but not on my school
Never did I think about how I'd pass
Thinking how badly I just want a pool
The teacher is calling my name again
I'm unaware that he has stopped the class
All I think is "This teacher must love men"
Walks around like there's a stick up his ass
I stand up prepared to walk out the room
I know I need to focus on school more,
But this guy should have never left the womb
Looks like he wants to hit me with an oar
I sit back down terrified of this man
Next time ill prepare myself a game plan
Writing Starter XIX
My recent journey was so daring
Taking this chance has got me caring
I started this enterprise from the dirt
But all it has given me is hurt
I lay in the hotel lobby
Of the DaVinci, located in Abu Dhabi
Bankrupt
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Memory Poem
The day you told me I was a failure
I'll never forget
"Be more like your brother"
I guess he'll be our family savior
I didn't understand
How my choice was void
All you did was demand
That I go get employed
Arguing for weeks
I wouldn't listen
You just wanted me to be another one of those geeks
I could see the tears glisten
Every time I said those dreadful words
Reassuring comments time after time
Don't worry, Mom
Im gonna be fine
You began to accept it
As days went by
But I could always see when you wanted to cry
Dad sought to change my mind
Mitch fought, said I was being blind
This big distress
Would never end
Nevertheless,
I'd hope to amend
Family,
Do not oppress
Over what you can't control
I wished this wouldn't have been a scene,
But I'm going to be a Marine
Writing Starter XVIII
Alan Crofoot, who are you?
Acting for you was child's play
Born in Ontario, this is true?
Or thats at least what you always used to say
I don't believe it's only a myth
That on that fateful day
You leaped from the fifth
Never again will you have anything to say
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Pantoum (Rugby Poem)
Rugby is happiness
Rugby isn't a sport, but a lifestyle
It is a time for passion
Strangers become friends
Friends become brothers
It is a time for passion
Doing what you love
With the people you love
Bleeding is a sign you worked hard
Doing what you love
Day by day
Practicing hours on end
Weather is never a factor
Day by day
We get better and better
Until we can't be beat
Rugby isn't a sport, but a lifestyle
Writing Starter XVII
Dear tree: Your roots are like the veins of nature. What is it like to overlook the world?
Age and wisdom beyond any other
Strength and persistence unmatched
You are natures mother
Limbs of life all healthily attached
When you go down, the whole earth comes unfurled
Monday, March 3, 2014
Ideogram
J A fishhook waiting to be baited
A Branches of a tree formed in just the right way
K A Swiss Army knife open in every way
E The positive end of backpack buckles
Writing Starter XVI
Cat
Sandpaper tongue
Always licking me
Soft fur against my hand
He's always purring
Never unhappy
Samson
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