There's a local band over here in West Virginia called Baby Giraffes. They're a two-man band and the vocalist goes to my school. Upon becoming friends with this guy, I heard about his band and of course had to have a listen. I honestly don't know what to think of them. Hell, I don't know what genre to call them. I've seen them call themselves everything from electropunk to bubblegum rap to jungle. To me, they have this so bad they're good vibe going on.
The second line in that part is kinda meh i think you could do alot better. Try something more creative your like she's not fat or ugly you know get a little more poetic. Idk I'm at a loss right now I'll think of something l8r what genre btw.
Thought it was easily implied, but I should have put that it was poetry beforehand.
I once knew a girl who was in so much pain She listened to gossip and let darkness reign When offered a hand, she turned it away Nary an emotion she wished to display
The words were like needles pressed to the skin Talk of beauty, its lack of, and mentions of sin The words gave them strength, they fed off her torment While the girl sat and cried, leaving lost feelings dormant
But that girl that I know is better than that She's not ugly, not forsaken, not homely, not fat So I offer my strength, my cunning, my duty And hope that she remains my fun-loving beauty
Feel like I have to explain this:
Today in first block Biology, I got caught up in something I didn't want to get caught up in. Over the weekend, one of my best friends had been getting harassed by two people in our grade [Names will not be mentioned]. They decided that they'd carry their antics into the classroom. They sit relatively close to me and my friend, who sits right beside me at the same table. So diagonally behind me, I heard the two gossiping away like they belonged in middle school. Insults like pizza-face, big nose, who re [she's had sex with one guy], immature . Beside me, Rachel [Ok, you can have her name =)] was crying her eyes out as softly as she could. I spent most block paying absolutely no attention to my teacher go on and on about microscopes and what not, and tried to comfort her as best as I could with jokes and the such. She smiled, laughed, and was feeling better. One of the first things I did was write this for her, which took me about 5 minutes so if it seems sloppy at all, that would be why. I allowed her to title it and I'm sticking to it, heart and all.
In a mans life there are many candles A passion for the candle sets it alight These candles burn till there is nothing left If the other party shares the same blazing candle, they run with it If only one shares this candle, it fades Man can stop each flame by his own doing, But why would he? Some candles, however, burn longer than others Some flames burn brighter than the sun And there are a few which are eternal No matter how much we try to suffocate them They sit and steal their oxygen from our hearts It’s not up to us whether or not the candle is lit And we can’t control if it doesn’t go away So is it wrong to love someone dear to you? Is it wrong to not want to? Is it wrong that no matter how many times we tell it to stop, No matter how many times we say it’s pointless, And that nothing will come from it, Is it wrong to have that candle burning?
Well, I'm sorry that that sounds highly improbable with the amount of phones there are in the world. I was safe making the assumption that most people have more than one phone in their house and if one was out with friends (Which, you're on the internet sooo there's a good chance you're not) that someone would have a cell phone that you could use.
Well, there was this nest of bees in my backyard. I thought "Hey! Let's burn the mother ****ers!" That's where my story begins.
It was a hot, muggy day in mid July. The sun was radiating off of everything it touched, the sizzling of an egg came to mind. The bastard bees were making sure that their buzzing could be heard over all.
"Enough is enough!"
I grabbed a can of axe and a lighter, the two basics to any pyromaniac's home, and began my journey to the nest. Half-way there I was met with the outer guards. I wasn't afraid of them, after all they were the ones that the nest sent out to die. Everyone knows the first wave is made up of the ones that can be replaced.
After disposing of the minor pest, I decided to scope out the area. I pulled out my binoculars and looked around the area for what was left of the hive.
Upon assessing my surroundings, I noticed that they had positioned about 20 BAMFBs around the direct perimeter. I decided to throw logic to the wind and just rush them.
Lighter running and can lifted, I charged at the colony, dodging left and right out of the way of the incoming fire. The BAMFBs started their pursuit. Now, the thing about BAMFBs is that they're pretty much impervious to fire. If they're ignited, they just seem to get angrier. Well, I was prepared for such an occasion and pulled out my knife that I just so happen to always carry with me.
I slashed wildly in the air, taking about 5 down in the first 12 seconds. I was feeling good until I noticed that they ones that had fallen got back up. Their halves morphing back together with a metallic shine. Then, fear struck me. These were no ordinary bees. They were terminator bees, sent from the year 2010 to kill me.
Well, there was only one thing I could do, run. Run for the ****ing hills. So Run I did, and running I still am. My name is John Conner, and if you're reading this, you are the resistance.
Well you see. There was this girl back in 11th grade. Most beautiful girl you'd ever saw. Well, we'd been flirting for awhile until I finally asked her out. Well one night we decided that we should try something new. We didn't want to do anal (got ya), so I suggested a little voyeurism. Well, this was at my house and in the main room there is a humongous window. The parents were out so we took it to the main room and I pressed her against that window. Well, about half way through, we saw lights coming. We quickly got dressed. However, she had to just throw on her dress without undercoverage. Well, we lay on the couch like we normally do and her my walks in. Unfortunately, the way my gf was laying her skirt was exposed when my mom took a seat. That's when and my mom got scared She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air' I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suite case and send me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'. First class, yo this is bad Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright. But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think sow I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air Well, the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out I ain't trying to get arrested I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I can say this cab is rare But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air