I am driving on the smooth new asphalt as i head further into life, minute by minute. The lights around me flash by in rays of beautiful neon colors and i think they represent all the people i’ve met. I’ve been on this road for a while now and there had never been a stop-sign nor a traffic light. Beyond the bright lights passing by me, i see a red dot. I feel like it is staring straight at me with its piercing glow and it renders me in a state of uncomfortability. Involuntarily, i begin slowing down and coming to a stop at this light. My whole life, i’ve been on the move. I had been experiencing one moment to another as if reading a never-ending epic novel writing itself further as i read. But this sudden halt in my adventure is giving me an unimaginably painful head-rush. I’m lost and i need to get going, but the gigantic brick wall ahead of me wont let me go. i hate being sick. :(@3 years ago
On Mondays and Wednesdays, i have 8:00am classes. As ridiculous and harsh as it sounds, it gets worse. 5:30, While it is still dark and the sun is beginning to creep up the horizon, i am up. 5:45. After forcing myself to get up and out of my cozy blanket naturally heated by my body-heat, i am facing a shower-head shooting hot water directly into mah FACE. I come out of the shower and wipe the foggy mirror to get a look at myself. I look tired. 6:00. I come out of the bathroom to the aromatic scent of pancakes. My mom made pancakes. I am happy. I eat the pancakes, grab my backpack, kiss my mom on the cheek, and head out into the world. 6:35. I am at the bus stop holding a cup of tea on the left, a redbull on my right hand. “The bus should come in 10 minutes”, i think to myself. “Should i have a cigarette?” I have a cigarette. 7:45. It took the bus an hour to get to school. dreadful. I walk into class to find that i got a minus one on my quiz for the stupidest mistake. I am angry and i need something to bash on… 11:30. After killing 2 hours after class doing homework and whatnot, i am sitting here in the library. Fortunately, i come across Young Jeezy’s HIT TRACK “My president is black” and now i have something to bash on.
So, i don’t understand one thing. How do these rappers make millions from writing the most ridiculous lyrics? Lil wayne sings about humping a lady police officer, smoking weed and “feeling like dying”, and “fucking every girl in the world”. Young Jeezy, what is the relationship between your president being black and your lambo being blue?
THATS IT. I’ve had enough of this bullshit(excuse my french). i am writing my own rhyme in their fashion and lets see if i make millions.
we’re doing some jersey chillen and drinkin
about to get lifted high above the ceilin
takin this shot, this atmosphere i’m feelin
havin fun before i get bald like dbz krillin
im really diggin this girl across the room
i’m about to sweep her off her feet like a broom
i hope she doesnt think im tryna be a groom
cuz all i really wanna do is boomboomboom
i hope this wink will make her heart sink
we’re matching eyes in sync
and im beginning to think that
shes lookin real good in pink
like in the olympics we should dance on the ice rink
give me that patron and squeeze me a lime
cuz i like what i write when im at my prime
lets get to the point, damn look at the time!
my rhymes are a ten and that chic is a dime.
:) that was fun. okay $$@3 years ago
/adj., n. ˈpɜrfɪkt; v. pərˈfɛkt/ Show Spelled[adj., n. pur-fikt; v. per-fekt]
1. conforming absolutely to the description or definition of an ideal type
2. excellent or complete beyond practical or theoretical improvement
3. exactly fitting the need in a certain situation or for a certain purpose
4. entirely without any flaws, defects, or shortcomings
5. accurate, exact, or correct in every detail
6. thorough; complete; utter
7. pure or unmixed
8. unqualified; absolute
9. expert; accomplished; proficient.
10. unmitigated; out-and-out; of an extreme degree
This is what everyone in this world strives to become, perfect. While the whole world is rooting and looking for perfection, this level of impeccability in a human being is just unreachable. First of all, what is perfection? People may search the dictionary to find its definition, but is it the real definition? I believe that there are as many definitions to perfection as there are people in this world. Everyone perceives their own version of perfection as if its their own. Furthermore, they expect their idea of perfection to show from others and not themselves. So what is my idea of perfection? What is my idea of that 10 out of 10? What is my idea of what the contemporary artists and listeners call a dime? I don’t know, but I am searching real hard and once i find it, ill will push myself to the limit to be..the dime.@3 years ago