I wrote this rhyme a few nights ago when I couldn't sleep. I think it's pretty lame, but I wanted to publish it because I'm tired of the little orange word "draft" appearing whenever I go to write a new post.
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Pretty little night owl, tucked away for bed
The moonlight eve is faded, the starlight sky dead
The sleepy little village, in oblivion tonight
But pretty little night owl, awake at midnight
___
You know, it's second---more like third---hand poetry. Nothing more and more than less. The same goes for the following
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Not by my watch
Not near enough
Not in the time
That it takes to stop
The time we have
It'll be the end
By this I know
You'll be my friend
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I really don't remember writing that one. I just found a draft with nothing but the above looking blankly at me.
...Whah??
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Sarcastically Returning with Dragons and Imagination
*peeks head suspiciously out of closet door*
*tiptoes down hallway*
*is startled by the large and intimidating group of blog-followers that are standing at the end of hallway with murderous looks in their eyes and tar and feathers in their hands*
*sighs guiltily*
...Oh. Hi.
Before you start lecturing me on what it means to be a good little dedicated blogger, allow me to plead my case:
IamaveryboringpersonwhohappenstohavenothingcooltoblogaboutsoIjustdecidedtoditchyouallandreadalotofHarryPotterandeatchocolateandwatchYouTubevideos.
Anyway, seeing as I've kinda gone AWOL on you, I decided to make it up to you by writing you an overly sarcastic post concerning one of my favorite bands, Imagine Dragons.
Before you judge, be sure to check out their 3 greatest (in my own personal opinions) songs:
~ Radioactive
~ Demons
~ It's Time
Actually, you don't even have to check out "It's Time". You can just hit the play button and watch them perform in a live setting:
I decided to take a little creative license, and add my own subtitles to each stanza in the lyrics below (they are in parentheses).
I seriously love the awesomeness here:
Watch this first, respect the songwriters and musicians, and then continue on with life having changed nothing about yourself besides suddenly becoming die hard Imagine Dragons fans.
Now for my sarcastic outlet:
Lyrics...
More later,
K-Minty
*tiptoes down hallway*
*is startled by the large and intimidating group of blog-followers that are standing at the end of hallway with murderous looks in their eyes and tar and feathers in their hands*
*sighs guiltily*
...Oh. Hi.
Before you start lecturing me on what it means to be a good little dedicated blogger, allow me to plead my case:
IamaveryboringpersonwhohappenstohavenothingcooltoblogaboutsoIjustdecidedtoditchyouallandreadalotofHarryPotterandeatchocolateandwatchYouTubevideos.
Anyway, seeing as I've kinda gone AWOL on you, I decided to make it up to you by writing you an overly sarcastic post concerning one of my favorite bands, Imagine Dragons.
Before you judge, be sure to check out their 3 greatest (in my own personal opinions) songs:
~ Radioactive
~ Demons
~ It's Time
Actually, you don't even have to check out "It's Time". You can just hit the play button and watch them perform in a live setting:
I decided to take a little creative license, and add my own subtitles to each stanza in the lyrics below (they are in parentheses).
I seriously love the awesomeness here:
Watch this first, respect the songwriters and musicians, and then continue on with life having changed nothing about yourself besides suddenly becoming die hard Imagine Dragons fans.
Now for my sarcastic outlet:
Lyrics...
Love to all,
So this is what you meant, (GASP.)
when you said that you were spent? (ACTUALLY, NO, ALL I MEANT WAS THAT I WAS TIRED AND WANTED TO GO HOME.)
And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit (WELL YOU WOULDN'T BUILD FROM THE TOP OF THE PIT NOW, WOULD YOU?)
Right to the top
Don't hold back
Packing my bags and giving the academy a rain check (HEAR THAT??? A RAIN CHECK YA'LL.)
I don't ever wanna let you down. (NOPE. I AM THE HELIUM IN YOUR LATEX BALLOON.)
I don't ever wanna leave this town. (OBVIOUSLY BECAUSE I'M A RESPECTABLE HOBBIT, YO.)
'Cause after all, this city never sleeps at night. (WAIT, WE'RE IN NEW YORK?)
It's time to begin isn't it? (YEAH. YOU'RE LIKE FIVE MINUTES LATE.)
I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit I'm just the same as I was. (SO YOU ADMIT TO GAINING WEIGHT...?)
Now don't you understand? (NO.)
I'm never changing who I am. (GOOD. BECAUSE YOU'D PROBABLY MAKE A TERRIBLE HEDGEHOG.)
So this is where you fell (LIKE THOR WHEN HE WAS BANISHED FROM ASGUARD.)
And I am left to sell (---MY ZEBRA PRINT STOCKINGS TO GOODWILL.)
The path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell (...AND YOU WOULD KNOW THIS...HOW?)
Right to the top
Don't look back
Turning to rags and giving the commodities a rain check (ZEBRA PRINT STOCKINGS ARE NOT MEANT TO BE TURNED TO RAGS.)
I don't ever wanna let you down (BUT YOU'VE DESTROYED MY GOODWILL DONATIONS, YOU JERK.)
I don't ever wanna leave this town (YOU HAVE NO SENSE OF ADVENTURE.)
'Cause after all this city never sleeps at night (DIDN'T ED SHEERAN WRITE ABOUT THIS TOO?)
[chorus x2]
This road never looked so lonely (IT WOULDN'T IF YOU'D TAKEN YOUR DOG WALKING WITH YOU.)
This house doesn't burn down slowly (POSSIBLY, COULD IT BE THE GASOLINE YOU POURED ONTO IT PRIOR TO THIS EVENT?)
To ashes!
To ashes! (YES, WELL I'M SORRY YOU WERE EXPECTING MORE.)
[chorus x2]
More later,
K-Minty
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