Friday, March 16, 2012

POV Assignment #1


Temperance McKinley
Creative Writing
02-16-12

Misunderstanding Love Scene

See, breaking up is hard to move along is even harder
It's over she got colder now can't locate where her heart is
And I'm just being honest, since we not even talking
My mind won't let you go
Shit even considered stalking naw
You know I be teasin' though
You know that my ego won't
Thought this was forever love
Guess that was just seasonal
She got back with her old boy
She's probably had a reason though
Although thought that we would grow
Guess I wasn't feasible
But we ain't gonna be beefin though
I missed you at my recent show
I speak to CJ Often and
Sometimes I just wanna speak you up
Yeah, hit you up, or call you up, or send a text
Your new man got my respect
So if I do call it's just to check
Heard that you alright though
My nigga for life though
It's funny how this life go
We love for a while then a light goes
Took me a while just to write those
Pride I had a fight so I'mma stop right here
And I know you don't care
But I hope you got that bite boo

   “I heard these word, and i couldn’t understand what he was talking about, or talking too, was he breaking up on me, or was he cheating on my and leaving somebody else.”

Yea tell me bout the love of ours
Contemplate I wrote about it
We no longer close or nuttin
That's why she ignore my flowers
And my call and my text
Spendin her time wit him I guess
I regret some shit I did
But darling is yall intimate
Who was better I know I was
Don't you lie don't blow my buzz
You ask me who I'm strokin now
I said that the pool is closed
Can we stay broken up
And all these pages close em up
I hope we both do learn from this
So my next don't don't gotta be so rough
Gotta get better wit time
Relationships should never rewind
Better leave it all behind
Guess that mean you could never be mine
Well ummm there's a but
Without your love it's cold as fuck
Life is a movie we both say cut
But most times darlin the sequel sucks.

   “I was starting to get more and more pissed. Because I couldn’t figure out who he was talking to, and what was going on. Then he had the nerves to be rapping, his break up to me! He kept saying it in a certain rhythm. I just don’t understand it, so I opened the door, and couldn’t believe it. He was laying there on the bed, blasting his music, with his headphones bobbing his head, and rapping. I just kept smiling, and did a little laugh, he looked up, took his headphones off, and ran straight towards me, and gave me a hug and a kiss, all i could say was I’m sorry, and I how dumb I really feel.”

Monday, February 6, 2012

Genre


 Genre

      I wonder how people who have never known what music is react, i wonder if they ever are lost, or if they ever feel like they're missing something. I know that me personally I don't know how I would last, if I never heard music before. Because music is something important to the world, and music is something that everyone needs to survive, and last. 
      A painter paints pictures on canvas.  But musicians paint their pictures on silence.  ~Leopold Stokowski
      Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.  ~Berthold Auerbach

      All deep things are song.  It seems somehow the very central essence of us, song; as if all the rest were but wrappages and hulls!  ~Thomas Carlyle
      If the King loves music, it is well with the land.  ~Mencius
      Without music life would be a mistake.  ~Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
      Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons.  You will find it is to the soul what a water bath is to the body.  ~Oliver Wendell Holmes
     If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music.  ~Gustav Mahler
    Why waste money on psychotherapy when you can listen to the B Minor Mass?  ~Michael Torke
    And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done
   He who sings scares away his woes.  ~Cervantes
  Music was my refuge.  I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.  ~Maya Angelou, Gather Together in My Name

      These are the quotes I live by, and I feel that these quotes are, words in my head, that someone else said. But I still wonder how a person lives with no choice of music or no choie of genre? 

  The sound waves bounce off the wall and vibrate like never before heard of. She sits in a corner and hold her hears, to the loudness and roughness of the music playing. She looks around and see’s music, music, poster, posters, sound waves all around. Which should she choose from which one is better, which one has helped in their life, which one gives them inspiration. Anthony Hamilton, Blaq Soul Music, Aretha Franklin, Motown, Posters all over the walls. The big stereo boom box blasts out the sound of hate, love, and affection. It blasts out the sounds of soul, then the sounds of hip hop. The pictures of Jay-Z, Common, Kanye West, Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Wale, and Hip Hop! The pictures make the sound of choice of decision, of confusion. She can ‘t decide she can’t hear. She can hear but she can’t see. She can’t see the sounds of peace. She can’t see the sounds of love, she can’t see the sounds of inspiration. She feel’s like books all around, she feels like “shhhhh keep quiet” signs all around her wall. She doesn’t see the Soul Music posters anymore, she doesn’t see the sound waves of Hip Hop anymore. She see’s silence, she see’s calmness, she see’s “the light”. She enters a world like no other world, she enters a place like no other place. The sign says welcome to Genre ,“The free world”; People walk around with headphones in their ears, they walk to bob their heads, they walk and dance, they walk and talk poetic thoughts. A world where music is united, like a ball of many colors, or an America of music, a melting pot of expression. She makes the decision, the decision to express her self. She expresses herself through her music, she expresses her choice, she runs to add, and returns. She’s now in the bed, headphones in her ear, boom box in her hand blasting, she now see the sounds of the Soul Music Poster, she see’s the posters of Hi Hop, and the dance of Pop, the craziness of Rock, the clapping of Gospel, the mixing of all, she experiences Genre, and experienced something called shuffle. She shuffle’s to her own portable boom box, and she shuffle’s, into the worlds portable boom box.





I wonder how people who have never known what music is react, i wonder if they ever are lost, or if they ever feel like they're missing something. I know that me personally I don't know how I would last, if I never heard music before. Because music is something important to the world, and music is something that everyone needs to survive, and last. 

      A painter paints pictures on canvas.  But musicians paint their pictures on silence.  ~Leopold Stokowski
      Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.  ~Berthold Auerbach
      All deep things are song.  It seems somehow the very central essence of us, song; as if all the rest were but wrappages and hulls!  ~Thomas Carlyle
      If the King loves music, it is well with the land.  ~Mencius
      Without music life would be a mistake.  ~Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
      Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons.  You will find it is to the soul what a water bath is to the body.  ~Oliver Wendell Holmes
     If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music.  ~Gustav Mahler
    Why waste money on psychotherapy when you can listen to the B Minor Mass?  ~Michael Torke
    And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done
   He who sings scares away his woes.  ~Cervantes
  Music was my refuge.  I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.  ~Maya Angelou, Gather Together in My Name

      These are the quotes I live by, and I feel that these quotes are, words in my head, that someone else said. But I still wonder how a person lives with no choice of music or no choie of genre? 

  The sound waves bounce off the wall and vibrate like never before heard of. She sits in a corner and hold her hears, to the loudness and roughness of the music playing. She looks around and see’s music, music, poster, posters, sound waves all around. Which should she choose from which one is better, which one has helped in their life, which one gives them inspiration. Anthony Hamilton, Blaq Soul Music, Aretha Franklin, Motown, Posters all over the walls. The big stereo boom box blasts out the sound of hate, love, and affection. It blasts out the sounds of soul, then the sounds of hip hop. The pictures of Jay-Z, Common, Kanye West, Biggie Smalls, Tupac, Wale, and Hip Hop! The pictures make the sound of choice of decision, of confusion. She can ‘t decide she can’t hear. She can hear but she can’t see. She can’t see the sounds of peace. She can’t see the sounds of love, she can’t see the sounds of inspiration. She feel’s like books all around, she feels like “shhhhh keep quiet” signs all around her wall. She doesn’t see the Soul Music posters anymore, she doesn’t see the sound waves of Hip Hop anymore. She see’s silence, she see’s calmness, she see’s “the light”. She enters a world like no other world, she enters a place like no other place. The sign says welcome to Genre ,“The free world”; People walk around with headphones in their ears, they walk to bob their heads, they walk and dance, they walk and talk poetic thoughts. A world where music is united, like a ball of many colors, or an America of music, a melting pot of expression. She makes the decision, the decision to express her self. She expresses herself through her music, she expresses her choice, she runs to add, and returns. She’s now in the bed, headphones in her ear, boom box in her hand blasting, she now see the sounds of the Soul Music Poster, she see’s the posters of Hi Hop, and the dance of Pop, the craziness of Rock, the clapping of Gospel, the mixing of all, she experiences Genre, and experienced something called shuffle. She shuffle’s to her own portable boom box, and she shuffle’s, into the worlds portable boom box.