Music
I don’t need no drugs
I don’t need no high
Because I got music
I don’t need no friends
I don’t need no body's presence
Because I got music
I don’t care about war
I don’t care about dropped bombs
Because I get to listen to dropped Beats
Turn up the amps
Give me a mic
Let my vocals fill your head
From Mozart to Weezy
From Beethoven to Breezy
I like them all
Black Veil Brides
on the tides with a glass of Kool-Aid
With the melodies up to max
I’ll dance till i break
I won’t stop
I love music
It’s my Life
It’s everything
And even when I’m dead
I’ll still have them headphones blasting
<3
Friday, January 27, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Extra Story : The Day My Brother Was a Stunt Man
I was living in the Royal Oaks Gardens when I was about 8 or 9. And this is where this story took place. Apartment 1718 on Third Court.
My little brother loved his Big Wheel ! Ever since he received it from "Santa Clause" , he acted like he was the man of the house . It was a bright blue , and neon orange that lit up anything near it . He would ride it down the street , over the speed bumps , and around the corner . He even rode it in the house .
Anyway back to my story . My momma , brother , and I where sitting in the living room watching T.v . Then my brother had the urge to ride his Big Wheel , but it was raining outside . So he decided to ride it in the house . He rode in the kitchen , on the carpet and around the T.v until a weird smile appeared on his face . I knew he was about to do something crazy then .
Whoosh ! He rode so fast to that couch I thought he was going to tip over ! He kept running into the couch . I thought he was just being stupid , but once he got the one big wheel on the couch I knew what he was trying to do . He was trying to pop a wheelie .
He flipped over , and the Big Wheel followed him down . At the moment I thought it was funny . Even my momma laughed at him . But I was laughing so hard I thought I might die ! My brother started laughing too , but then I saw that one shiny tear about to trickle down his chubby cheeks .
Awwwwe ! Poor Roderick ! " , I said with great exaggeration .
He started fake crying all because I was babying him . I was chuckling under my breath still . Thinking to myself , I was wondering why in the name of fudge he wanted to pop a wheelie in the first place .
But I remembered that brothers will be brothers . And a sometimes they tend to be dare devils too !
My little brother loved his Big Wheel ! Ever since he received it from "Santa Clause" , he acted like he was the man of the house . It was a bright blue , and neon orange that lit up anything near it . He would ride it down the street , over the speed bumps , and around the corner . He even rode it in the house .
Anyway back to my story . My momma , brother , and I where sitting in the living room watching T.v . Then my brother had the urge to ride his Big Wheel , but it was raining outside . So he decided to ride it in the house . He rode in the kitchen , on the carpet and around the T.v until a weird smile appeared on his face . I knew he was about to do something crazy then .
Whoosh ! He rode so fast to that couch I thought he was going to tip over ! He kept running into the couch . I thought he was just being stupid , but once he got the one big wheel on the couch I knew what he was trying to do . He was trying to pop a wheelie .
He flipped over , and the Big Wheel followed him down . At the moment I thought it was funny . Even my momma laughed at him . But I was laughing so hard I thought I might die ! My brother started laughing too , but then I saw that one shiny tear about to trickle down his chubby cheeks .
Awwwwe ! Poor Roderick ! " , I said with great exaggeration .
He started fake crying all because I was babying him . I was chuckling under my breath still . Thinking to myself , I was wondering why in the name of fudge he wanted to pop a wheelie in the first place .
But I remembered that brothers will be brothers . And a sometimes they tend to be dare devils too !
Monday, January 9, 2012
My Most Favorite Time in My Childhood
I remember it like it was yesterday . I was 5 , in class being goofy . There was this one class that I had the most wonderful teacher and classmates . Especially one dude in particular . Unfortunately I forgot his name , but we were best friends !The most memorable moments were when we were in class learning how to count by tens . I stuck the counting blocks up my nose and started acting like a walrus !
"Girl , get them blocks out yo nose like that ! You ain't no walrus ! " my best friend shouted.
The whole class stopped and stared at me . Mrs. Panelope turned my green card yellow . Although my card was yellow I was still laughing . The next day , because of my foolishness , I wasn't aloud to help make ginger bread cookies and apple cyder for our class Christmas celebration . When I found that out I sobbed for about 5 minutes like a widow mourning the death of her husband . (It was just that bad !) And as I recall , some of those ginger bread cookies "ran off" !
I remember Mrs. Penelope's class smelling sweet like perfume. The thing I most cherished about her room was the big , blue , rough carpet that blanketed the floor next to the calender and the huge rocking chair . Our class would sit on the carpet while Mrs. Penelope sat in the rocking chair and read books and sing songs . I learned "Where the Watermelons Grow" and " The Bear Went Over the Mountain" on that carpet . ( I thought I was so cool singing those songs around school ! ) That area was the best place to be , warm and cozy , just like my bed . When everybody else was making cookies and warming the cool golden cyder, that's where I sat . In the big , whop-sided rocking chair with the blue pillow underneath me . When the first batch of cookies ran off we were puzzled . And soon after the second batch was made and they were the best cookies. Golden brown just like the cyder .
I wish I could go back to the second grade , and relive those memories.
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