Candy Coated

Candy Coated

Monday, June 18, 2012

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I think Eminem is one of the most talented rappers out there. If I were a boxer, I would have bright red gloves with black sparkly strings, and I would listen to Eminem while I worked the heck outta the speed bag.

He uses so many poetic devises-- clever rhymes like
My thoughts are sporadic... I act -- like I'm an addict
There's vomit on his sweater already, Mom's spaghetti

Personification
Take the hands of time and cuff em

Alliteration
Trip, it's a trap

Metaphor
zero on my target like a marksman
I shut your lane down, took your spot, parked in it, too
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water

So, if you're a boxer or a maniac at the gym, add

CINDERELLA MAN
LOSE YOURSELF
TILL I COLLAPSE

Maybe it's only someone who has walked in the footsteps of a fighter who can write like one.  Keep fighting.  Keep writing.

Shades of. Slim. Shady.

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Aaaah!!! Great Game! So, I'll turn it into homework ;)

Aaaah!!! Great Game! So, I'll turn it into homework ;)

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

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Casey at the Bat by Ernest Lawrence Thayer

Game One by AJC

A Ballad of the Republic, Sung in the Year 1888 The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two with but one inning more to play. And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same, A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game. A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast; They thought if only Casey could but get a whack at that— We’d put up even money now with Casey at the bat. But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake, And the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake; So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat, For there seemed but little chance of Casey’s getting to the bat.

A Ballad of the NBA Finals, Played in  2012 The outlook was uncertain for OKC that day; The five-point game was Miami's, but Westbrook had pretty plays. And when Wade rejected the slam, and hurtled toward the hoop, Westbrook split the seas, and the crowd heard, "alleyoop." The crowd of Okies stood and screamed with force for more While King and Flash deflated as their jump shots failed to score; The Thunder pounded ahead with a launch to 82-- While Durant dug in and with a twist, mouthed, "LeBron who?"   Miami gained possession and tried to recover their heat Such a carefully crafted team surely couldn't be beat? So fourth quarter dawned with hope and electricity As Durant sank another shot to tally 91 to 83. Wade danced, shot, and whispered a wind through the net, and Collison returned one, not even breaking sweat. James sank one sideways and the ball flew down the court, where Durant slammed another, making art from sport. The fans chanted wildly as a minute left of time Sefolosha landed two more, and the Thunder up by nine. Collison sealed a  with half-a-minute left to go and the coaches looked ready to call "curtains" on this show. A few more from the line, easy as the breeze And the Thunder take Game One, and bring Miami to its knees. Sorry Boys :(  What a great game!  Westbrook is smiiiiiiilin' tonight!

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One for my Homework

One for my Homework

Saturday, June 2, 2012

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Since I'm up, I might as well start my writing assignment!  A persuasive/argumentative piece....about....about...about...about...something fresh that I haven't heard been griping about... Hrm. Why does my mind always wander to deep-sea fishing at times like this? 

ROLE: iPhone
AUDIENCE: Middle Schoolers
FORMAT: Complaint Letter
TOPIC: IRL
TONE: Weary, Annoyed (like a loving older brother)

Ricardo,
Put me down!  Your eyes are glazed over again.  Give me some time to rest and recharge.  Dude, you've spent more time with your fake Facebook family than your little sister this week.  Isn't it a little soon for you to fake-marry Lisa anyway? It's time for a break. 

noooooooo


ROLE:  Me
AUDIENCE:  Man-Cackler or Aging Party Boy
FORMAT: Letter
TOPIC:  Turn it Down
TONE:  Getting Sleepy

ROLE: Me
AUDIENCE: Socrates
FORMAT:  Letter
TOPIC:  Maybe truth really is upside down
TONE:  Wondering

ROLE:  Madonna
A:  Lourdes
F:  Complaint Letter
T:  Only the best floral arrangements for the best
T:  Simplistic, dogmatic, patronizing (like her books)

R: baby
A: parent
F: note
T: please give me something to believe in
T: pleading, hopeful

R: historical site
A:  donald trump or other mogul
F: letter
T:  please let me survive
T: proud, intense

Ok, I think I'm tired, and I think I like the last idea best.  Maybe I'll write as Underground Atlanta....Revive me! 

For now, one more try at this sleep business before the 2nd starts fo real.

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