Challenge

I've been sitting here a while now,
trying to come up with a poem.
It might have been an easy task
except it was free verse.
I had to use syllables and not rhyme.
That was a stumper.
I think using syllables would be easier
if I could rhyme.
But alas, if I must learn, I am
to push my limits. So I do this poem
with much glee.
I thought
I pondered
I typed
And I erased.
I thought
I pondered
I typed
And I erased again.
I thought of rap
Inspiration struck
I wrote
And I wrote
And I wrote.
And then....
I erased again.
It just wasn't working.
So, I came up with this poem.
I know I need to practice,
but I know I can do it.
And with that,
I think
I Am
Done.

This poem is for creative writing. Like I stated, I need to work more on free-verse, but I'll get there

Poem Day? Might As Well Be Doomsday!

This story is a comical look at poem recitation. No one, not even me, is based of off Robby. I had no person in mind when I came up with this. Sarah, however, is based on someone. (You should know if it's you after you read this.) I'm not sure if I stretched the truth a little, but I'm sure I didn't. This person never made me feel incompetent, but she's pretty dang amazing. 

He came into the classroom. Not many people would be able to notice, but Robby was feeling nervous. He didn't memorize his poem, and he had to recite it today in front of the whole class! He knew that the poem was "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley, and he heard it enough times in class to know the basic outline, but he didn't actually know it like he was supposed to. Everyone was chatting to some friend of theirs, acting as though the whole ideal Robby thought of as doomsday was just a walk in the park. In truth, Robby thought, it actually might. They memorized every day for two weeks. "How embarrassing would it be if I was the only one who didn't have their poem memorized," Robby thought. "I would be so embarrassed! He could imagine all thirty pointer-fingers mocking in his direction as they laughed there precious guts out. He would never hear the end of it. Just as Robby was coming up with a plan to weasel his way out of the poem, the bell rang. Everyone got in seats, but the talking only went down by a little. Mrs. Janet, the teacher, got up from her chair. As she got up to the center of the room, Robby knew what she was going to say.

"Get in your seats everyone. I just need to take roll and then we can start doing poems."

Robby cringed. She hadn't said it just yet. It was true that she said the vile word "poem," which was like nagging cows as they walked into the slaughter-house, but Robby could still breathe. Maybe if he tried studying the poem now, he might just be able to pass. It was very unlikely, but still possible and his only option. He got out the paper with "Invictus." He read it line by line and repeated the process. Unfortunately, he only got through the twelve-lined poem three times before Mrs. Janet said, "Alright everyone, let's get in theater position and start doing poems." Robby cringed the last time, but those words were the words of doom. Fear ran through Robby. Panic increased, his heart-rate sped up, and he actually got some small tears in his eyes. He wiped them away though, not wanting anyone to see that he was crying over a poem. Although he wanted too, all the other kids might think of him as a crybaby. He reassured himself. It's okay Robby, if you don't get it this time, you can always take a redo. That calmed him down enough for the tears to dry up, but he was still nervous.

"Okay, announced Mrs. Janet, since this is our first day of poems, I'm going to be a little generous with the grading." What a relief, thought Robby. He might be in a little less trouble. "But, since this is a ninth grade class, I do not want any mediocre work." Again, Robby became nervous. If I go out there, I'm going to look like an idiot! Thought Robby. Just then, Mrs. Janet began to call names.

"Ray Sorenson"

Typical. Mrs. Janet never went in order. Ray stood up from his spot and walked to the front of the room. He looked nervous, but not anywhere close to how nervous Robby was. "My name is Ray Sorenson and I will be doing "A Dream Within A Dream" by Edgar Allen Poe. He recited it with moderate skill with only two instances of help from the teacher.
Not a bad start, though Robby, I'm not going to do as good as that kid though. He started looking over his poem again. He thought that he might be able to do one stanza at least. Seven people went up. All of them recited their poem like it the same as the first, with moderate skill. Some didn't have to be hinted of the first word of a line at all.
This is not good on my part. Robby cursed silently.

"Sarah Hugh," Mrs. Janet called out.

Sarah got up to the center and with all the composure of a professional, she began to talk. "My name is Sarah Hugh and I will be doing 'O Captain! My Captain!' by Walt Whitman". As soon as she began to speak, Robby recognized a huge difference between her and the ones who had previously gone up. First big contrast was the way she spoke. The others had stuttered sometimes, forgot a word or two, and had to pause and think for a moment. All of that was from stage fright. It seemed though that all the stage fright Sarah had was in the back of her mind. She recited it clearly, she remembered all the lines, and she didn't have to pause. The other difference was the way she said it. She didn't recite it, she really spoke it like it had meaning to her. And she actually acted it out instead of standing in position. And it wasn't boring. She actually got you gripped into the poem. It was used the way a poem should be used, and it was incredible.

As Sarah began to sit down, Robby was having a near-mental break-down. After something like that, I'm going to look pathetic in front of those people! Robby couldn't get another though in before Mrs. Janet spoke again.

"Robby Jordon."

Crap. I'm doomed. As Robby stood up and handed his paper to Mrs. Janet, he could swear he could hear the death bells toll. Slowly, he walked up to the place where his death would surely be marked. He began to speak. "Hello, my name is Robby Jordon, and I will be doing ""Invictus" by William Ernest Henley." He hesitated, afraid to speak. It was now or another few seconds though, so he chose now.

"Out of the night that covers me, as black as the pit from...."
       "Pole to pole," Mrs. Janet said.
"Yes, as black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever God-
        "Gods."
"Gods may be, for..............." Robby thought. He couldn't think of it.
         "My" said Mrs. Janet.
"My" repeated Robby.
         "Unconquerable."
"Unconquerable."
      "You don't know this poem, do you?" questioned Mrs. Janet.
"No, admitted Robby, I don't."
        "Okay then, you have a redo. Memorize this poem and another by the next two weeks."
Robby was astonished. The teacher didn't get angry! The students didn't laugh at him! HALEIGH-STINKIN'-LUAU! He was still alive! Robby sat down with a grin on his face. He was alive, and he could make things right again. He would be prepared and he was going to do great. After that day, Robby never again feared Doomsday.

LOOKY HERE!

I've made two posts tonight, both which are long, but if you have the perseverance to read them both, I thought I should inform you.

A Lot Of Poems

For quite some time now, I've had a lot of poems that I've left on the computer, and here they are.

Why?

Why have you been so deceiving?

 What made you tell these lies?

It’s causing a pain within my soul.

You’ve known it would all this time.

They taped over your mouth

Scribbled out the truth with their lies

His little spies

They taped over your mouth

Scribbled out the truth with their lies

His little spies

I can sense the pain within your soul,

Your words, they say it all.

And just for that I’m willing to forgive you,

But the truth still is too painful for me to bare.

They taped over your mouth

Scribbled out the truth with their lies

His little spies

They taped over your mouth

Scribbled out the truth with their lies

His little spies

I hope that things can be the same.

I hope I can see the better person you’ve become.

But what you did is so degrading, it’s gonna take a little while.

They taped over your mouth

Scribbled out the truth with their lies

His little spies

They taped over your mouth

Scribbled out the truth with their lies

His little spies

Learn from your mistakes.

Make worth of this stupid pain.

Go on, stand up, and rise to the stand.

Open your mouth to testify and say-

Why was I so deceiving?

What made me tell these lies?

It’s caused a pain within my soul.

Now I testify:

It’s because-

They taped over my mouth

Scribbled out the truth with their lies

His little spies

They taped over my mouth

Scribbled out the truth with their lies

Satan’s little spies

Satan’s little spies.

<(Some of you may have noticed that the chorus is from "Crush Crush Crush" by the rock band Paramore. I really like the song and it has some sort of lyrical trickyness to it... or something like that. The last line was altered to fit my interpritation.)>

Tell Me Your Secrets

Show me your diamonds, your jewels, your silver, your gold.

Tell me your secrets, don’t treat me so cold.

You have the great riches of life that I need.

Oh, tell me your secrets so

That I may live like you

That I may live like you

That I may live like you

Oh, I want to live like you!

I noticed your life seems to go the right way.

You never seem to have a life like mine.

Don’t you want others to be happy like you?

Oh, tell me your secrets so

That I may live like you

That I may live like you

That I may live like you

Oh, I want to live like you!

A secret ain’t good if it is not shared.

Spread it worldwide, for the good of mankind.

I beg you please, to tell me secrets so

That I may live like you

 That I may live like you

That I may live like you

Oh, I want to live like you!

If you give me your secret, which would be so kind,

I’ll travel the world so that others may find

                                                                                                                  

The way to live like you

The way to live like you

The way to live like you

So that others may be happy like you!

<(This song is comes from my thoughts on a good friend. He never went to a church and although I can't say he missed something, he might be happier with the gospel in his life. His dad died a while back, and he can't know for sure what happens during death. I'm sure the pastor (or was it a priest?) at the funeral gave him comfort, but he may still have questions. I always wanted to share the gospel with him, but I never did for some insane reason. He recently moved to Georgia, so my chances have gone WAAAAY down. So, if you have someone that you want to preach the gospel to, DON'T LET IT SLIP BY!)>

Midnight Moon

It’s a midnight moon, I’m coming for you.

I know you love me, but I’ll just bring you to doom.

You think I’m coming to have a night with you,

but that’s not really what I’m here to do.

I’m here to stop what shouldn’t have started.

It’s probably gonna end with you broken-hearted.

I hope that doesn’t have really be so,

But I have to do this even if it causes you woe.

Someday later, when you stare up at the sky,

And see the big sphere of glowing light.

I hope you remember what I did for you,

on the night of that midnight moon.

Oh!

Midnight moon

On the midnight moon

On that midnight moon

On this midnight moon.

Oh,

I hope you will remember what I did for you,

On the night of this midnight moon.

You love me and I love you.

And this is why I’m doing this, it’s for you.

I know it’s hard to face the facts.

But I’m not helping you stay on track.

I’m no good, I’m your evil influence..

I’m even more than a little nuisance.

I was the puppet of the Father of Lies

Who brings you down to Hell for you to die.

Someday later, when you stare up at the sky,

And see the big sphere of glowing light.

I hope you remember what I did for you,

on the night of that midnight moon.

Oh!

Midnight moon

On the midnight moon

On that midnight moon

On this midnight moon.

Oh,

I hope you will remember what I did for you,

On the night of this midnight moon.

The only good I’ve done ever for you,

Is what I’m about to do.

You may think I’m crazy, insane, or wild.

And you’ll begin to whine just like a child.

Listen to me, oh, can’t you see,

That I’m trying to help you be clean and free!

Heaven is obtainable if you do one thing,

And that’s to forget everything about me.

Someday later, when you stare up at the sky,

And see the big sphere of glowing light.

I hope you remember what I did for you,

on the night of that midnight moon.

Oh!

Midnight moon

On the midnight moon

On that midnight moon

On this midnight moon.

Oh,

I hope you will remember what I did for you,

On the night of this midnight moon.

I hope you’ll remember cause it was all for you.

<(This is probably one of my more... odd ones. Looking back on it, I could relate it to the song "Hate Me" by Blue October. I came up with the rough-begging in the strangest of places - Geometry Class. Despite me never watching or reading "Twilight," the idea spawned from that. I knew that Edward couldn't be with Bella for some reason or another. That fact with dark aspects such as vampires, moons, and with a soon-to-be melody influenced by Marilyn Manson created this song. It is a fact that I hate Marilyn Manson, but his music does have a creepy effect in it, which is a little bit of what I expect in this song.)>

Forgive

We started off so great,

Friends all the way from start.

But we started to feel the hate.

The hatred tore us apart.

And throughout all the years, my distaste for you grew.

Out of all the people in the world, jerks were very few.

And I don’t know, maybe it was me who made some of those mistakes.

Let’s face the facts, we both made mistakes.

(Chorus)

Come on, dear brother, since the war is past.

For friends at first are friends again at last.

I know that we can make amends.

Just please forgive me, cause I’ve forgiven you.

I didn’t like the way you acted.

Your size was your advantage.

But I’ve forgotten many fights we’ve had,

And only remember a few.

And that’s the point I’m trying to make.

The fights were not that important, if I can’t even remember them.

And maturity has now kicked in, let’s be a little more grown up.

And be friends once again.

(Chorus)

                                                                                                       

Whatever mistakes we’ve made, let’s forgive and forget.

Let’s put it all behind us and start with a new slate.

Don’t let our souls burn at the stake.

It isn’t any use to hold a grudge.

What a worthless thing to lug!

                                                 Come on, dear brother, since the war is past.

(Brother the war is past!)

                                                 For friends at first are friends again at last.

(Move on and be friends again!)

I know that we can make amends.

 Just please forgive me, cause I’ve forgiven you.

<(This one is actually quite recent. It is inspired by a lesson we had in seminary. We are told to forgive EVERYONE, no matter what the crime. I have a friend who was the BIGGEST jerk to me. (Okay, maybe the second biggest, but the other wasn't a friend.) He was rude, slightly ignorant, and just wasn't what a friend is. He was a bully. He did some pretty horrible things to me emotionally and even in small, physical ways. Despite my (recent) hatred for him, I've decided that I must forgive him. It hasn't really messed my life today anyway, so why keep hating him? This song is like a statement of forgiveness. I should actually get a hold of him or something. You may notice the first part of the chorus is a quote from a letter from Joseph Smith to W.W. Phelps. He was one of the few responsible for the imprisonment of Joseph Smith in Missouri. (I think it was Missouri.) When Joseph was released, Phelps pleaded for forgiveness. As you can guess from that quote, he received it. I thought that might be pretty cool to add in a poem/song, so I did.)> 

And that about does it. I still have loads of ideas, but those will take time. There is actually one more poem I've written, but the time to reveal it has not come. I also need some music for this, so if anyone comes up with some, that would be awesome. I promise that I will not still credit. Also, if you could tell me which poem is best so far, that too would be great. My other poems are scattered throughout my blog. 

See Ya!

AND YES, I'M 100% SERIOUS ABOUT THE MUSIC!  (IT'S IN CAPS, BOLD, UNDERLINED, AND IN RED. IF THAT DOESN'T CONVEY THE SERIOUSNESS, I DON'T KNOW WHAT DOES.) 

Parasitic Dominators

Parasitic Dominators

Invaders from the pond.

By Andrew Ball

April 26, 2012. A man that had previously ventured out into the Everglades was admitted into the Everglades Memorial Hospital, complaining he had a “pain in his right foot”. He was inspected by Dr. Neil Ehrenburg who told the man, whose name was Aaron Fielding, that it was a “simple infection”.  He was given a drug to help with the pain, but came back three days later saying that the drug hadn’t done anything to help the infection go away. In fact, the infection had spread to his leg. He was taken in for an X-ray to see if the problem was something more than a “simple infection”. After viewing the results of the X-ray, doctors were astounded to see what seemed to be a hive of parasitic-like flies living inside the Fielding’s leg. They immediately called in parasitic expert and researcher Dr. Michael T. Ball to inspect Fielding, hoping he would know what exactly was happening to his leg.

Michael lifted the patient’s foot to his face, taking in every detail.

“Well, I see that there is a two meter welt on- uh, Fielding, is it?”

“Right” said Fielding.

“Well, as I was saying, I see that there is a welt about five centimeters in length, or two inches, on the right foot of Mister Fielding. This welt contains a small opening in the flesh”. Michael took a look at the X-rays. “My my, he said, this foot is infested with parasites!”

“Do you know what kind of parasite it is?” questioned the nurse.

“I’m not sure, he replied, it’s not identifiable from the X-ray. I would need to do surgery and take one out of his foot to find out.”

“Surgery?” exclaimed Fielding. “Can’t you just do a better X-ray or something?”

“Well, when I said surgery, I didn’t mean a whole elaborate operation,” Michael implied.” I just meant making an incision in your heel.”

“Well in that case, slice away.” Michael had taken a scalpel out of his medical pack while the nurse had helped Fielding set his leg into position.

“Shouldn’t I be signing some paper work?” Fielding asked.

“Do you plan on suing me?” Michael asked back.

“He-he! No! Are you planning on destroying my leg with your scalpel?”

“No.”

“Then we have nothing to worry about.”

                Michael put the scalpel into position at the top of Fielding’s heel. “Three, two, one.” Michael dug the scalpel into the heel. They had all expected to see blood, but instead, all they saw were eggs, maggots (or something like maggots,) fly-like creatures and a sticky, white substance.

“What the heck is it?” Fielding asked in a shocked manner.

“That’s what I would like to know.” Michael thought. But rather than scare the patient, Michael gave him somewhat of an answer.

“It seems like a species of maggot has gotten inside your foot, developed into a mature form, and has started laying eggs, using you as a host.”
“And what about the white liquid substance, Dr. Michael?” added the nurse.

“Well, thought Michael, if my assumption is correct, these maggots are feeding off of Mr. Fielding’s leg, which could-

“What?!” exclaimed Fielding, “You’re telling me that my foot is being eaten by some maggots?”

“Well, yes, replied Michael, these ‘maggots’, if they are maggots are feeding of your leg, using you as a host. It’s a form of symbiosis called parasitism. They benefit from you while you suffer the consequences. They’re trying to keep you alive as long as possible, which means that your leg might only be the beginning.”

“The beginning of what?” said Fielding. You could obviously hear the slight fear in his voice.

“Well…if-. Michael hesitated. He didn’t want to cause Fielding to panic. “If these maggots continue to eat at your leg, if this is what they are doing, they can either ruin your leg so it has to be amputated or…”

“Or What?”

“They could spread around the whole body, eventually, ah, killing you.”

“What makes you think that?!”

“It’s only a theory, but considering the spread and growth of these maggots, and how well your leg is holding up to such damage, it seems so.”

“So what can I do?”

“Eh-hem, the nurse started to say, I know that this is quite frightening and all, but what is the white liquid?”

“It could be saliva and mucus, it could be waste from the food, it could be many things. And as for what you can do Mr. Fielding, I’m afraid to admit that there’s nothing you can do except stay at the hospital while we figure this out. “

“Okay, Fielding replied gloomily, Just promise me that you’ll get it all figured out.”

“I promise”

This was the first case out of many that soon emerged. It was also true that the host did in fact die after awhile. One person, who was found dead at her home, was taken to the morgue. The body would soon be discovered by Michael, but more of that later. Here’s what Dr. Michael wrote in his medical journal after a few days of study-

May 7, 2012

So far, we have discovered little, yet these discoveries have proved great. We first took samples of the larvae, “fly”, eggs, and liquid. The larvae seem normal.  All was normal except for the glands on the sides. These glands secrete a poison out, causing the insides of the human body to breakdown. It’s kind of like powerful saliva. At least we now know a way the heterotrophs eat. As for the flies, they have an almost beetle like appearance. The differences are the wings, head, and anatomy, as well as other small differences. Their wings are like fly wings, folding in the same nature. The head is nearly like a fly’s, except that it has a more sleek appearance.  It’s nearly as if a beetle and fly mated and created a mixed offspring.  The difference in anatomy is the reproduction organs. It seems to be that they are made to reproduce on a mass scale. The eggs showed no differences when compared to others. The liquid is still a mystery. I wish we had more to work on.

Wish Granted

Around five in the morning, Michael awoke. A siren had been going off near his hotel room, waking him. Deciding that it would be worse to fall asleep again and wake up two hours later, Michael got dressed and went down to the gas station where he could buy some cheap food. Walking inside, he could hear the song Fireflies being played on the radio. “Ugh.” Thought Michael. “It’s been five years since that song came out. It’s gotten quite old through the years.” Right next to Michael was an employee, probably the only one in the store.

 “Hey, uh…” Michael couldn’t read the nametag.

“Andrew. Andrew B. Stevens.” He said.

“Yes Andrew. I would like to know why this song is being played. It’s time has passed to be on the radio or anything like that.”

“Well, he replied, it is kind of old, but the public likes it, so on it stays. To tell you the truth though, I even like it.”

“Sorry to insult your music.” said Michael apologetically.

“Your fine.” Replied Andrew. “Want a newspaper?”

“Yes, Thank-you.”

                Michael took the newspaper, bought a ham sandwich, and sat down at a booth. Michael skimmed through the paper, reading about robberies, murders, local news, and other stories. He soon got to the obituary pages. Michael didn’t normally care to read the obituaries, but something caught his eye.

Death by Parasites.

Michael read on.

March 6, 2012

Maria J. Carson, 21, was found dead in her home March 6. Her body had been eaten alive by maggots. Flies were found to be swarming all over the body. She was soaked in some white liquid that is yet unknown. Her body, along with the other organisms and liquid were brought to the Tamaho City Morgue, waiting to be taken by investigators to observe.

Maria was a biologist who studies the Everglades often. What activity took place out there may be the answer to her death, investigators speculate.

Michael’s eyes widened. His heart quickened, his brain started to think.

I need to see that body.

Michael got up to leave. He was going to pay a visit to the morgue.

This has been altered by 1%. I know it's not finished, but I plan on doing that. I actually got part of it figured out, but I don't want to spoil it. (It's also a little gross what I planned, so I'm not putting it up the summery I made to finish the report.)

Randomness

I've been here all day trying to come up with a post, I but I couldn't. I wanted to try something not related to music since I do that a lot, but it's actually hard to think of something unless I just start writing about toads or something random like that. I might try random-subject-writing, so here's a small start.

First off all, my internet. I don't know why, but it's just been acting so annoying today. It keeps disconnecting every ten minutes or so. Sometimes, it takes even less time. It's severely annoying me! Hopefully, it's only because of weather which means it will pass soon. It hasn't gone out in 15 minutes so far too, so that's good.

Second of all, I've been high ALL DAY! No, I'm not taking cocaine or meth. I'm a diabetic. The sugar content in my blood changes a lot, and when it's a high amount, I feel horrible depending on the amount. I've been in the 300's, so it's not too bad, but bad enough. Then, when I changed my site, I found out that there were air bubbles  in the container! I need insulin to stay stable. air bubbles replace insulin, so basically, I've been feeding my bloodstream with AIR all day! It makes me mad because I've starved today!

Second of all, "The Last of the Mohicans" was a sad movie. I fell asleep during it, but I didn't need to see it all to tell that it was sad. I woke up during the last five minutes, and many people were dead. Good people.

Punk goes Pop. This is an album presented by Fearless Records. It has punk bands playing songs such as "Airplanes," "I Kissed a Girl," "Apologize," and more. So far, there are three volumes. I would describe punk rock as fast-paced rock music that may have screamo. So basically, it can be like rock, only better. It can be more than that, but that's my definition. The Ready Set's "Airplanes" cover is one of the best on there. They turned a rap into a melodic song. It did the song justice. "Apologize," a cover by Silverstein, is also very good, even though it has screamo. "Hot N Cold," on the other hand, is terrible! Screamo is fine, even inventive and useful, but some bands take it a little too far. If you don't want ear disease, don't listen to it. Here is a link to the whole "Punk Goes..." series. (Song lists.)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punk_Goes...

Ugh. I just listened to the cover "Down" by Breathe Carolina and they just ruined it by swearing! It wasn't even needed, but they used it. I curse them. Oh well, they just won't sell to me.

You might not recall, but I have said that every musician, no matter what trash they make, will have some sort of song that is good. You might know that I hate the duo 3Oh!3. Their songs are horrible. Nice beats, crappy lyrics. They do, however, have a song called "Follow Me Down" which I love. That is the talent they have, yet they use it in a terrible way. I find that sad.

here's an analogy. iTunes is like a guy who gives you some cake, then pulls a gun to your head, and dares you to swallow. In other words, you can't use the music you purchased. It messes with you. There are so many complications, it would take me awhile to list them all. (The analogy is my mom's, by the way.) And while I'm on subject, how do you get music from an itouch into the itunes library on the computer? Suggestions would be nice.

So, if I ever do random writing, it will be more organized and it will be on an actual subject. For those of you who read my rants, thank-you, I appreciate it. I do have some posts coming real soon on subjects like greed, Snoop Dogg, and my persuasive essay. I also have a music video coming VERY VERY SOON. If there are any suggestions on something I should write about or music video you want me to write, TELL ME! Chances are I'll do it. (And yes mom, I will do "The Other Side" soon, I promise.)

Goodbye...for now! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm hungry now. I need food.

Here It Is!

Before you read this, you might want to read the last post. This post was intended for the last one, but I made a slight error, so today is the day I'm posting it. It is a mash-up of Jason Derulo's "Whatcha Say" and Moby's "Disco Lies." If it is highlighted in red, it's the girl. If it's highlighted in blue, it's the boy. Purple is the backround singers. Lyrics might also have been altered slightly.

(Girl)

Mmm whatcha say?

Oooo “that you only meant well?”

Well, of course you did.

Mmm whatcha say?

“That it’s all for the best?”

Of course it is…

Not.

You said you want me, but that was just a lie!

(Just a lie, just a lie.)

You said you love me, but that was just a lie!

(Just a lie, just a lie.)

All I wanted was someone who could keep me warm at night.

You tried it baby but it didn’t work. And now I know that this is gonna be the end!

Oh, how could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

(Boy)

I was so wrong for so long, only trying to please myself.

Girl, I was caught up in her lust, when I don’t really want no one else.

So no! (To girl two)

I know I should’ve treated you better, but me and you were meant to last forever.

So take my hand. Give me another chance to really be your man.

Cause when the roof caved in and the truth came out, I just didn’t know what to do!

But when I become a star, we’ll be living so large! I’ll do anything for you!

Forgive me girl.

(Girl)

You said you need me, but that was just a lie!

(Just a lie, just a lie!)

You said the truth once, but that was just a lie!

(Just a lie, just a lie!)

All I wanted was someone who could keep me warm at night!

You tried it baby but it didn’t work. And now I know that this is gonna be the end!

Oh, how could you lie?

Oh, how could you lie?

(Boy)

How could I live with myself knowing that I let our love go?

And oh, what I’d do with one chance!

I just gotta let you know.

I know what I did wasn’t clever, but me and you were meant to be together!

So take my hand, give me another chance to really be your man!

Cause when the roof caved in and the truth came out, I just didn’t know what to do!

But when I become a star, we’ll be living so large! I’ll do anything for you!

Forgive me girl.

(Girl)

All I wanted was someone who could keep me warm at night.

You tried it baby, but it didn’t work. And know I know that this is gonna be the end!

Oh, how could you lie?

(Boy)

Girl, tell me what to say!

I don’t want you to leave me, though you caught me cheating!

Tell me, tell me what to say!

I really need in my life cause things ain’t right!

Girl, tell me what to say!

I don’t want you to leave me, though you caught me cheating!

Tell me, tell me what to say!

I really need in my life cause things ain’t right!

Cause when the roof caved in, and the truth came out, I just didn’t know what to do!

But when I become a star, we’ll be living so large! I’ll do anything for you!

Come with me girl.

(Girl)

You said you want me, but that was just a lie!

(Just a lie, just a lie!)

You said you love me, but that was just a lie!

(Just a lie, just a lie!)

You said you need me, but that was just a lie!

(Just a lie, just a lie!)

You said the truth once, but that was just a lie!

(Just a lie, just a lie!)

Mmm whatcha say?

Oooo “that you only meant well?”

(Of course I did!)

Oh no you didn’t!.

Mmm whatcha say?

“That it’s all for the best?”

Well, that is a lie!

(It Ain’t!)

All I wanted was someone who I could trust on through the night!

You tried it baby but it didn’t work! And now I know that this is gonna be the end!

So, this is goodbye.

(Give me another chance!)

No, this is goodbye!

(Forgive me girl!)

This really is the end!

Forever Goodbye!

(Boy)

Mmm, whatcha say?

Ooo, that “this is the end?”

Well, of course you did.

Mmm, whatcha say?

“That, this is goodbye?”

Don’t wanna say goodbye.

I think this may need a little more background singer lyrics, but those lyrics are clearly heard in the song. Plus, it makes it a little creepy/angry. It may also need some dialog throughout it. I'm thinking it may also need a little bit less repetitiveness from the girl. Any suggestions to make this better would help. 

My Idea (The Other One)

I have an idea! It's so awesome that it will BLOW your mind away, so hold onto it.

For those who have watched a musical, (which should be all of you) you can probably tell that musicals have there own style of music. I find some of it quite appealing, but I'm not sure how other people think of it. So, to create a common appeal and bring culture to those that may not like musicals so much, I am going to write a musical with mains-team music. It may be a little hard, but I believe it can be done. I've already gotten a mashup made up for a scene. It has some alterations to it to fit the developing story/scene, but it's still the same meaning. It's a Jason Derulo/Moby mix of Whatcha Say/Disco Lies. I think they fit quite nicely. Here it is below. (Oh, and for those who don't have a clue what "Disco Lies" is, look it up on youtube. It will be there. Don't watch the music video though. It's gross.

Oh wait. I forgot that I need to do a little more mashing first. I'll post it soon.

Bye.

"Sell Your Soul" by Hollywood Undead (It's apparent I'm obsessed with them now.)

This is another favorite of mine by Hollywood Undead. It is, in my opinion, their "hardest" rock song. (Out of the clean ones, of course.) It starts out with a piano riff, then the drums start, and soon after, a riffing similar to the piano erupts from the electric guitars. This tune adds perfectly with the meaning of this song. (which I'll get to in a  moment.) It does have a little screamo in the chorus, but only because he says he's screaming. When you I first heard this song, it sounded quite violent to me. It talks of guillotines, drowning, asphyxiation, and other painful things. As I listened to it more closely though, I soon realized that this whole song is a metaphor. The real meaning of this song, however, is just as dangerous to us as getting our heads chopped off. Yes, getting your head chopped off is terrible, but selling your soul is much worse. If your head gets chopped off, you'll still go to heaven, assuming you lived righteously. If you sell your soul though, that's an eternity in hell unless you somehow gain it back. What does sell your soul mean exactly? I can describe this in one word: Sinning. When you sin, you're degrading your true self and getting back absolutely nothing in return. Well, you might get a series of negative feelings, addiction, and maybe even a one-way ticket to hell, but I highly doubt people want those things. When you sin, you're selling your soul to Satan, The Father of All Lies, the one who wants to make you as miserable as he is. Of course, you can always repent which gives you your soul back, but some seem to just get stuck in a loop of sins. One day someone's sniffing dry-erase markers and years later they're in prison for murder. (Our Sunday-school class figured out that chain reaction.) This song comes from the perspective of a man who has finally realized what mess he's in. From the heavily-loaded words and descriptions, I'd say this guy has dug himself a nearly bottomless pit by now. So, without any more delay, here are the lyrics.




I'm holding on so tightly now.
My insides scream so loud.


<(Have you ever been tense before or had the urge to scream out all your pain to the world? That's probably what this guy is feeling right now.)>

They keep watching, watching me drown.
How did it come to this?

<('They' could be tempters and those who would fool you, or it could be people on the sidelines who have no idea what's going on. . This means they can't help you really. And have you ever done something stupid and wondered how the end result got to where it is now?

How did it come to this? How did I know it was you?


<(Again, those who would fool you. They seem pleasant but turn into a bad influence.)>

It was a bad dream asphyxiated, watch me bleed
The life support was cut, the knot was too tight


<(All of this chaos seems to be a dream to him, first of all. Asphyxiated means that there's been a severe shortage of oxygen to the body. It could be from drowning or choking, as well as other things. This is talking about the struggle against evil, it feels like he's choking. The pain is causing him to bleed, heavenly guidance is getting harder to feel and it's not so strong anymore.

They push and pull me but they know they'll never win


<(This, honestly, may be the only shred of hope in this song. The guy has become defiant against Satan, vowing he will never win his soul.)>


(Chorus)
"Throw it all away, throw it all away!" I keep on screaming
But there's really nothing left to say


<(This guy is about ready to give up.)>

So get away, just get away! I keep on fighting
But I can't keep going on this way


<(This is a response telling him, "if the temptation and evil are too strong, get away from it!" He says he is fighting the battle within, but he needs to stop at some point.)>

(End of Chorus)

I can't keep going, can't keep going on like this
They make me sick and I get so sick of it


<(Don't you sometimes get tired of the world today and the evil that inhabits it? It gets so sickening to hear a sex song. It's unoriginal and immoral. "They (certain artists) make me sick and I get so sick of it.)>

'Cause they won't let me, they won't let me breath
Why can't they let me be?


<(It's pretty dang hard to escape the world's influence and their ideas on who you should be. It doesn't have to affect you, but their's almost no escape.)>

Why can't they let me be? Why don't I know what I am?
I force this hate into my heart 'cause it's my only friend


<(Not only is it hard to escape the influence of the world, the world won't stop trying to influence you! They'll try until there's a winner. Hopefully, that's you. This guy, because of his addictions and sins, has found friendship with all but himself and hate, depression and other negativity.

My lips are sewn shut, I watch myself bleed
They push and pull me and it's killing me within


<(This guy wants help SOOOOO bad, but a swirl of doubts always cloud his head, so he doesn't go out and get it. This is all destroying his soul and causing it to ROT.)>
(Chorus)

I can't keep going, can't keep going on this way
I can't keep going, can't keep going on this way


<(This next part is what makes this song so awesome!)

(Rap Section)
My heart beat stumbles and my back bone crumbles


<(FINALLY, this guy is breaking down. All the evils and addictions and temptations are SO DANG CLOSE to winning. Satan has about won his soul.) 

I feel, is it real as the lynch mob doubles?


<(It's hardly unbelievable. His soul is about to be completely taken from him, he's giving the fight to keep it all he's got, and MORE temptations and temptors come to destroy him. He's about to drown in the massive amount of evil.)>

They want blood and they'll kill for it
Drain me and they'll kneel for it


<(Some of these people either don't realize the evils they do, so they "kneel at Satan's 'alter'" without realizing it, or these guys are kinda Satanic and they're PURPOSELY trying to destroy this man.)

Burn me at the stake, met the devil, made the deal for it!

<(Guess what? These guys ALSO sold their souls, and in turn, they take one away from another.)>

Guillotine dreams, yeah their guillotine gleams!
The blood of their enemies watching while they sentence me
Sentencing ceased, sentence deceased
And watch them bask in the glory of their holy disease


<(I can't quite get the third line. It's a little difficult to interpret. I'm guessing though that these lines, just like the last five, are a powerful description of the war within the soul...and it's death. Saddest thing is, some people might actually glorify themselves for doing something like this.)>


(End of Rap Section)

(Chorus)

I keep on running, I keep on running
I keep on running but I can't keep going on this way
I keep on running, I keep on running
I keep on running but I can't keep going on this way


<(These line say that the guy is running from trouble or maybe even reality but he's getting tired of it. He has to stop soon.)>














Here's a youtube video-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtA9FMKKmsw
As you will see, there a masks lined in a row. These are the members of Hollywood Undead. (Minus the guy with pink lips. He got kicked out.) The lyrics appear in a word bubble. This allows you to see who is singing certain lyrics. Also, you'll see that this song is marked as explicit. In the Zune store, they "scratch" out the word kill in it. So if explicit songs are banned, then sorry. (Although it should say +13 or something instead.)

Thanks for reading.