creative writing song, apparently

"Apparently"

[Hook:]                                                                                                      
Oh right, oh
Oh why na-da-da-da
I keep my head high  : Allusion
I got my wings to carry me  : Allusion
I don't know freedom
I want my dreams to rescue me:  personification                   
I keep my faith strong: personification
I ask the lord to follow me : paradox
I've been unfaithful :Paradox
I don't know why you call on me

This is my canvas :  symbolism
I'ma paint it how I want it baby, oh I
This is my canvas
I'ma paint it, paint it, paint it, how I want it n***a
F**k you cause there
There is no right or wrong : rhyme
Only a song : rhyme
I like to write alone: rhyme 2
Be in my zone: rhyme 2
Think back to Forest Hills, no perfect home: allusion
But the only thing like home I've ever known
Until they snatched it from my mama
And foreclosed her on the loan
I'm so sorry that I left you there to deal with that alone
I was up in New York City chasin' panties, gettin' dome: symbolism: pun: ambiguity: allegory
Had no clue what you was goin' through
How could you be so strong?
And how could I be so selfish, I know I can be so selfish: internal rhyme, rhyme 4
I could tell by how I treat you with my girl
Damn she so selfless, but she put up with my way: rhyme 4
Because she loves me like you do
And though it don't always show I love her just like I love you
And I need to treat you better rhyme 5
Wish you could live forever, so we could spend more time together : internal rhyme, rhyme 5
(I love you mama)

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
Apparently, you believe in me, you believe in me
Apparently, you believe in me and I thank you for it

Another day another rhyme ho
Another day another time zone
Today I woke up feelin' horny so it's only right
I got two bitches playin' on my trombone: pun: double entendre: ambiguity: allegory:
Keep up, never sure where the words would take me: personification
N***as eat em up, and regurgitate me : double entendre
Shit jumped tight never slurred it lazy
Give a virgin the urge to r**e me :  irony: paradox: oxymoron
N***a please
Best friends really make great for enemies : Paradox oxymoron
My watch came n***as can't wait for one of these
I see you nigga, this ain't no Rolex, it's a AP n***a
I'm hot dog, catch up to me n***a
Uh, couldn't resist
Aim for the stars and I shouldn't have missed :  symbolism: hyperbole
But I was ridin' on fumes so I stopped by the moon:  hyperbole:  imagery: double entendre
Now I'm sittin' on the hood of this b***h
Like thanks for the view
Waitin' on thanks from a few cause without me you wouldn't exist
You know that shit gave you the blueprint don't forget
Cole is your phone on zero percent: Objectification
Going off, now n***as showin' off
N***as swear they hard but they flowin' soft
I'm taking off like boing on a big ass Boeing : simile imagery
Gettin' head like a coin toss: double entendre: ambiguity: allegory: pun

Too easy

1st stanza:
He starts off talking about presumably this piece of work and a pad of paper as his "canvas" He then utilizes a repetition of words and profanity to say that he can "paint it" how he wants to or meaning he can write what he wants, whatever he wants. Then he refers to the fact that the song is not right or wrong its just that, a song meaning it doesn't have to be good or bad it is just something that he wrote.  He continues by thinking about his old house, because he left to rap, and he thinks back to his mother being foreclosed, "snatched"  because she couldn't pay the loan. Then he continues by explain how he feels bad for leaving her there and how he was young and was only interested in per-say coitus He only continues to talk about how bad he feels about leaving her there. And he reminisces about how he needs to spend more time together.

2nd stanza:
He starts to talk about how he is always moving around, then he starts off with self hype, followed by him questioning those who dislike his songs, and why they dislike it, and he talks about how when he writes he isn't slaking he is never lazy he always has his best work.  He most likely then alludes to friend he left behind that used to be on him because he started to make money thus his mention of the expensive watches.  And he follows up by saying he gave the original of what he writes and most likely someone took it and used it as his or her own and he is now on the top of the world and he finds it easy

Hook:
He in my opinion seems to be referring to a hard time in his life in which he did something wrong, but had a guardian angel of some sort, but he doesn't know why they helped him when he did so wrong. This is why he is a rapper and is making money

modest proposal

 A modest proposal; obesity yea!

America: a beautiful place; flowers, cities, fast food, technology, towns, friends, melting pots. America is awesome! Right? Is that not what we all believe, you, me, our neighbors, cousins, I mean everybody thinks that, we even sucked in people from other countries, some of them come here to live better lives, some to sell drugs, some because they have to, because everybody still knows that for whatever your reason is, America is awesome. Yet there is another term that America has adopted that is under the same prefixes, some people know about it, but this is much worse. This is a major problem. That thing is not awesome; it is obesity…dun dun dunnnnn.  Everybody knows someone that is, I know someone that is, I am someone that is but that’s ok because hell I’m not alone, and probably never will be at this rate. So I would humbly like to present my plan for American skinniness, I shall call it the Twig movement. The more I think about it the more real it gets. Why do we never win the Olympics, or why do we always win but the person’s name is always like Asian or Russian, but we win, well the reason is we export those great athletes from different counties, we only have like 4 athletes in every Olympics each one is from a different European country. This is because we are over populated by the obese; we can’t compete so we buy people to compete, what is that malarkey, like really.  To continue has anybody ever notice the fact that the most controversial thing in New York in like 2010 was the mayor getting rid of Big Gulp drinks, like are we all fat do we need this overly large cup to drink from? Well if you don’t think so, then I’d get to talking to some new yorkas because apparently they really care that their drink is SUPER SIZED, like we all need that.  Plus what the hell are we going to do when a war roles around and we send 300 pound men and women into the army and they get to like 250 and we have to attack, yea nothing were going to send obese people to this county to try to kill skinny people who move much faster than we do.  So this all brings upon my main point the coup’ d’état, my idea the most amazing thing heard by anybody ever and you guys get to hear it first. So think about this, where are skinnies located? You got it, yea I bet you all had the same answer… Africa… What did you say…Africa…Don’t be afraid…Africa… Say it like you mean it…F*****g Africa… ok ok calm it down there reader don’t need to get rambunctious. But you are correct Africa, if, in theory we send every single obese person to Africa how could we have a fat country?  The thing is how do I know who is obese and who is just dense and “thick boned“ well I have come up with an answer, a specialized “You’re going to Africa” chart. So if you are 4 feet and under and obese end of story you are going in a stew and being sent to other starving countries, but if you are 4’1 through 5 feet tall you can only be 150, yea then if you are bigger than that you’re going to Africa.  5’1 to 6’ tall and you can be 200 pounds, with a body fat to muscle ratio of 2-1 so if you are 50% fat and 25% muscle, by by fatso, if your 1-2 then I guess you can stay, then you may ask “what is your 1-1 ratio, well then in that case you get to go on a boat to a special place called the bottom of the ocean because then you would be like mostly water and bone, and that’s weird  and no person in Africa is going to want you.  If you are 6’1” to 7’ then you may weigh 250 with the same index as listed above, if over 7 feet, you are a freak of nature and probably a basketball player so you can probably stay.  Transportation will be achieved in the best possible way this is you buying your own plane ticket and leaving, and if you do not leave you will be burned alive on a stake in public for humiliation and execution, and be aflame for 24-48 hours cause there is extra stuff to burn.  Once in Africa a system of bidding will occur, the African people may bet on you, since their currency is more than likely beans we will take the beans show them to you and proceed to throw them in the trash, we won’t even recycle them. Once sold to this family they are allowed to trade you, sell you, eat you, leave you to die, or anything that you can physically think they could do to you they can and will, this may lead to death but that’s ok, its the price for skinny. Since Africa is so skinny we assume they cannot feed their own family let alone you so more than likely half of you will get eaten and should get eaten, if this does not work and the fattys' bodies do not start to eat themselves and or the obese people do not start eating themselves, then a full blown atomic attack will ensue and Russia will be destroyed so that the African people and you may migrate there where it is cold and your bodies will die quickly because you will have attempted to migrate thousands of miles for death and coldness.  This will for starts help the African population to thrive, or die either or, not only that but back in the US of A there will be a bunch of extra food, this we can give to other starving countries which are not Africa and help them get fit and strong and not scrawny and weak.  Also this will help our relations with china because once the fatty’s come back almost dead they can start building muscle and making stuff again then we will be out of debt with china. And able to fend them off, plus china will respect us fit not fat humans. Now with such a strong well-built plan I always anticipate pointless questions that must be answered. Such as “Aren’t we just killing people,”  Well my answer to that is yes kind of, but we have overpopulation as it is we could use a few deaths here and there and probably all over Africa. Another question or annoying statement might be,” Most of America is fat we will have nobody left.” I would say that is true cause it is but we have food the universal solver of world peace, and now that the fats are gone we have all the food in the world at our disposal, plus we have already imported people from other countries so we have some people. One last question might arise “ now that we have all that food mightent the skinnies get fat.” No cause we will kill them if they do. If we are a skinny country we win the Olympics with dudes name Bob Johnson and dudets named Sarah smith,   we fight any war and win, plus we all feel good and can interact with each other in probably a more ahhem, a uh bow chica wow wow, way if I may say.  Now I also thought of working out and eating right as a ok way to make America skinnier, but that seems oddly pointless plus haven’t we been trying this for years, yea no that is a poor choice Africa seems to be the most sophisticated and well rounded idea.

fan fiction

Fan fiction: BB

By Badfinger “Guess I got what I deserve: kept you waiting there, too long my love: All that time without a word: didn’t know you’d think that I’d forget: or I’d regret: The special love I had for you: My Baby Blue: All the days became so long: did you really think I’d do you wrong: Dixie when I let you go: thought you’d realize, I would know,: I would show: the special love I have for you: My Baby Blue”…………….silence  

            “Sir, what is wrong”, “HAhahahaahahah” “in order for anything to be done we need you to talk.” “Hahahaha” Canadian hospital just south of Ontario, a very sick, mentally sick, Jesse checks himself in at 1:04 am without having said a word. Only eerie laughter, scars ransack his face, burn marks where his once wild facial hair grew sharply tone his untoned cheeks, his hair infested the look of someone crazed, seemingly to depict his demeanor, looks and feelings, his eyes are torn between crazed insomniac killer and scared motherless duckling. “YO BITCH, get your hands off me” “You need medical attention you are badly burn and have infected scars.” “Leave me alone Yo I don’t need this” “You checked yourself in so you will get attention” “Well I don’t need it anymore” Bringing about a new rep for himself Jesse In this alone for the first time in a long time, leaves the estranged hospital and wanders away from the car and into the snow. Forgetting time and place losing his ability to function, spitting up blood and crying, laughing and limping, Jesse falls to the ground stranded, cold, desperate, lonely, spent, and doesn’t get up surrounded by a newly fallen snow he seemingly dies.  Looking up at bright lights and hearing in dull voices, new voices, a sense of calm runs itself through the room.  “Is he alright?” “Yes he is fine, he was frostbitten, dehydrated, and had a punctured lung, but other than that only a few cuts and burns.”  “Who is he?” “We don’t know yet, he had no visa no wallet, we don’t even know where he came from, if he is even a Canadian citizen.” “Will we know soon?” “There is no record on him we just sent fingerprints and a blood sample but that will take another hour or two, until then make sure he is stable I need to check on another patient.”  Each word meaning less than the last and, the final thoughts in his head of old life would soon diminish but the last one would linger for years without any reconciliation of the meaning it stuck as if attached by the will of god: Free.  “There is no record” “What?”  “Blood samples came back fingerprints came back, There is nothing, his name, age birth place, Nothing, it’s all gone.  Like he was never alive he is completely invisible like he wasn’t born.”  “So what do we do about that?” “I don’t know yet.”  “How long will he be in the coma?”  “Hard to tell, could be months could be hours, and make sure his vitals stay balanced I want to talk to him when he awakes.”  Hearing but not waking Jesse questions everything, who am I, where am I, where am I from, Everything that was ever in Jesses head is gone he used to be a meth head pot head anything drug related, now he is just headless with no memory, no Morales, Just he is alive. He questions, in this dream state, what is this.  “Is he waking?” “Yes he is stirring” “contact Dr. Vardi he will want to know.” “Dr. Vardi he is waking up…Ok, ok I will see you soon.” “Sir, how are you feeling?”  “What?” “How are you feeling?”  “Like shit how bout you,” “ok good,” “that’s a good thing?” “Well your awake aren’t you,” “wasn’t I before.” “Well we don’t really know where you were before…. Dr. Vardi good to see you, how are you, the patient is up.” “I see that, and I am well, how are you doing?” “Is that shit like protocol, ask everyone how they are doing then get a pointless answer?” “Well per say yes bu...” “Well then don’t ask me, look at me and asses, I mean you are a doctor right?” “Yes, yes, so do you remember anything?” “Umm, No,” “You have been out for five weeks.” Blank stare and silence, “What is your name?”  At this junction, gears have been set in motion in jesses head, a million thoughts rushed at him at once, not one was his name or what he had done in the past years, all he remembers is the insatiable pain left from his wisdom teeth being removed when he was 14, Still remembering things just slight details, a girl named Jane, getting kicked out of a house, loving, hating.  “Where am I?” “Ontario Canada, do you remember your name?” “….I don’t know.” “Do you know where you are from?” “Not here.” A buzz is heard from the background everything goes black buzz continues at a steady pace, nothing changes, a single infraction changes the buzz and another and another and another appear giving the sound a more vibrant feel. Now almost a melody of noises fill the air, a single blue light flickers on in the midst of black, seemingly far off, another appears behind it, another and another, then the black turns to light and back to black, but not full black, just dark, street lights wiz by, the buzz which once numbed the air is now a solid roar of an engine, the infraction is a cars alongside changing the sound of his own, nothing is stopping me now then a second dark ness hits, just as hard as the first but this time after the car hit the water. “We need the defibrillator stat” “CLEAR” Buzz, thud “CLEAR” Buzz, thud, a splatter of water and a deep breath as Jesse comes back. “sir, sir” Gone again, once more everything is dark, but this time a different sound a more pleasing sound one of music and cartoons. There is white light that hits the darkness, this time eyes closed not dead eyes, closed eyes.  “Jesse?” Brock looks at him as he wakes from his bed.  His grandmother in the corner watching cautiously. “Jesse?” “Yea” “are you ok?” “Yea”…………..

 Satire piece :   The Story
I have a story like no other it has action, adventure, love, romance, horror, fiction, nonfiction, drama, humor, there is probably a cat in there to, maybe a unicorn, wait, wait, wait, irrelevant that's what that is, well i guess then that is where my story will begin, I was flying... yea that's right i was soaring like a birdy, flying like a kite, floating like a feather, no i wasn't high or tripping, no i was just chillin in the air like i just didn't care, i was feeling myself... before any of yall get all like "hey you cant say that," and " Ohhhhhh dayyum sharkeisha dat perverted," get your mind right i was feeling the vibe in my music listening, feeling good just flowing, feeling myself, get it now, not doing bad things that nobody wants to hear about, just doing life. Annnnyyyways, it was a good time, Boston to Florida one way trip, peace out Boston adios Norton hasta luego Massachusetts, arbiba durchy massholes, yeah i was headed to Florida, i was listening to the music on the plane with those weird head phones, you know that ones like in that little compartment and you only get like 3 stations and there all either in a different language, kidz bop, or like an old FDR Fireside chat, and not only are they hard to find and have 3 stations, you know that the last person to use them was the worst, they were like the scum of the earth, they used them and just like did something disgusting, Sneezed on it, accidentally sat on it, let their child lick BOTH of the ear pieces, something just absolutely putrid, but i used them they were my only source of entertainment. So back to listening, kidz bop station was doing a special   "adults only" hour with like rihanna songs with like half a swear, rihanna just be hitting that high note then "what the hell is wrong with you" but she has a little bit of an accent so it comes out as hale like shes singing about it snowing or something. I finally arrived at Florida if you can believe it ten ours of just child spit absorbing into my ear pores, and my parents aren't there to greet me, i get a text saying " in Chicago be back in two days" LIKE WHAT, whats that i come down to Florida to visit my grandparents , my parents come 2 days early to get everything ready for my grandfathers party and then my parents are in Chicago like i don't know anybody from Chicago, i walked to our apartment and had to search for the key which was under the mat in front of the place, like that's not the most obvious place to put it, i went in and i slept, then the story goes down from there to tell you the truth, so lets get to the end my parents end up in California my grandmother moved months prior to France and my grandfather kicked both my parents out and me, why you may ask were we all kicked out of his house, oh yea because my parents burnt it down by lighting the cake on fire, like literally the whole cake and burned his house down with his pet cat and stuffed unicorn form my grandmother, she always used to say "ITS SO FLUFFY." so my story had like 4 of the eight ish things i said it would have i was close right? OK OK well i did put in the unicorn and cat, its all fiction yeah there's no nonfiction in this, that's too bad but whatever i liked the story by the way "live long and use the force spok"

Harmony  Slam poetry/list
To start Forget the past and think to the future,
you will Remember those who have made life a bit harder,
and Forget those who made living much better,
you will Give a reason, excuse for the lack,
with Nothing remembered, nothing forgotten,
Next Going by in a blur, nothing seen, nothing missed,
There will be No thoughts, yet thoughts are to be given,
While This isn't the end, and this isn't the start,
This is but the middle,
Where things live and things die,
In perfect harmony.