FREE WRITE #1

This is a poem that I had wrote for someone that i am really crazy about, my girl friend. I wrote it one weekend that I wasn't talking to her. We had some little problems. But we ended up getting through it, just like every other problem we have had. So here goes. Its called............

"THE NAMELESS POEM"

I chose to write with no inspeeration,
My heart had way too much hesitation,
I looked for a way on how to write,
But my heartless mind just put up a fight,
My heart doesn't think,
My mind doesn't feel,
So how can i tell which part of me is real,
You ran through my head,
You ran through my heart,
Could it have been it was you from the start.
And then,
My mindless heart just jumped into play,
I couldn't understand what it was trying to say,
Then the name,
"MARTA"
Had popped in my mind,
It was as bright as OUR star in the sky
I thought,
All of this could just be a sign,
"A sign of what"
is your state of mind,
Does it matter,
Like does it really?
Your my thoughts,
My insperation,
HAHA,
You are what im feeling.

The reason i called it "THE NAMELESS POEM" is because those are my thoghts and my feelings for MARTA. But yet in my head i thinks that no words can describe the way that i think and feel about her. It was a time that i really didnt know what to write about any more. Then I opened my eyes and i realized that i had an insperation in front of me all along. I was just to blind to see. But now i see it.

Developing your character

There is a girl. Her name is Jasmine. She is a girl that has a brother named joseph who is a big dodger fan. Jasmine is a little concited and athletic yankee fan. She is always bragging about how good of a player she is in baseball. Her brother is always getting mad. So Joseph finally decided to prove to Jasmine that she is not the best in baseball. So they both join different teams. Jasmine being very stuck up and thinking she's the best doesn't worry about her brother playing against her. Little does she know that joseph was the reason that his team kept winnig thier games. When they finally play against each other Jasmine is very suprised that her brother is actually pretty good. But ofcouse with the thinking of Jasmine she thinks "not good enough." Later on in the game Jasmine won the game. Sadly Joseph was not able to beat Jasmine but Jasmine was still a good sport and congragulated Joseph and told "good job u did good. So Jasmine ended being a very good person after wards. But Joseph didnt care and still wanted revenge against his sister ni matter what he had to go through he would get revenge.

SETTINGS

I feel the brown dirt being pressed against my shoes.
I feel the leather glove wrapped aronud my hand, catching every ball that passes me.
I feel the leather ball so hard and round with my hand wrapped and ready to throw.
I feel the metal bat, heavy and thin ready to swing.
I feel the metal bat hit the leather ball scoring a "HOME RUN."

I smell the wet brown dirt so muddy and dirty.
I smell the inside of the leather glove mixed with dirty sweat.
I smell wet metal when i go up to bat.
I smell sweat on my hat for being on my sweaty head.
I smell my breath when im tired and ready to move on to the next base.

I see the brown dirt on the ground with white rubber bases.
I see nine players on a feild ready to move on any hit, all in shorts and t-shirts.
I see a batter ready to swing at a small leather ball going at them around 80 miles per hour.
I see a laether glove on nine players in the feild ready to catch a white leather ball.
I see one team happy to be winning and the other team sorry to be losing.

I hear the metal bat hitting the the ball
I hear the players cheering of happiness and mopeing of sadness.
I hear the ball when the it hits the glove of the back cather.
I hear the ball fly in the air when its a line drive coming towards me.
I hear kletes running in the groundon the dirt and when the players slide on the ground.

I taste the sweat that is dripping down my face.
I taste the dried up saliva in my tired mouth.
I taste dirt in my mouth when I dive on to second base or maybe even third.
I taste leather of the glove when I nervous and bite on my glove.
I taste the carne asada after the victorious win against the oppisite team.

Baseball is what I feel, Basreball is what I smell, Baseball is what I see, Baseball is what i hear, Basaeball is what i taste, Baseball is my life.

My song

Whatever Dre just let it run Ay yo turn the beat up a little bit Ay yo, this song is for anyone F*** it just shut up and listen Ay yo I sit back with this pack of zigzags And this bag of this weed It gives me the s**t needed to be The most meanest emcee on this - on this earth Cause since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just cursed And just blurt this bezerk and bizarre s**t that works And it sells and it helps in its self To relieve all this tension dispensing me Sentence is getting it, stress has been eating me recently All through this chest and I rest to get peacefully But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone When you freaks see me out in the streets when I'm eating or feedin' my daughter To not come and speak to me I don't know you and no I don't owe you a motherf'n thing I'm not Mr. NSYNC and I'm not what your friends think I'm not Mr. Friendly I can be a prick, if you tip me my tank is on empty No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm lifting you ten feet In the air, I don't care who was there and who saw me just jaw you Go call you a lawyer file you a lawsuit I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe I'm tired of arguing - I don't mean to mean but it's all I can be It's just me And I am Whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am Radio won't even play my jam Cause I am Whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am I don't know it's just the way I am Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered With all of this nonsense it's constant And "oh it's just lyrical content!" The song "Guilty Conscience" has gotten such rotten responses And all of this controversy circles me And it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me So I point one back at 'em But not the index or the pinky or the ring or the thumb It's the one you put up when you don't give a f*** When you won't just put up with the bullshit they pull Cause they full of s**t too When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up your school And they blame it on Marilyn - and the heroin Where were the parents at? And look at where it's at middle America Now it's a tragedy Now it's so sad to see An upper class city having this happening Then attack Eminem cause I rap this way But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel That I need for the fire to burn and it's burnin' and I have returned And I am Whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am Radio won't even play my jam Cause I am Whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am I don't know it's just the way I am I'm so sick and tired of being admired That I wish that I would just die or get fired And drop from my label and stop with the fables I'm not gonna be able to top what my name is And pigeon holdin' to some poppy sensations They cop me rotation at Rock 'N' Roll stations And I just do not have the patience To deal with this cocky Caucasians Who think I'm some wigga who just tries to be black Cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls So they always keep asking the same f***ing questions What school did I go to? What hood I grew up in? The why? The who, what? When and where and the how? Till I'm grabbing my hair and I'm tearing it out You've been driving me crazy, I can't take it I'm racing, I'm pacing, I stand and I sit And I'm thankful for every fan that I get But I can't take a shit in the bathroom Without someone standing by it No I won't sign your autograph You can call me an asshole I'm glad cause And I am Whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am Radio won't even play my jam Cause I am Whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the papers, the news, everyday I am I don't know it's just the way I am


This song does not really relate to me, but it does kind of relate to real life. Well he just gets tired of so much crap that people put him through. So he decides to rap about it. The reason i like this song is because it helps me out with getting anger out of me. He choses to yell in the song and say everything that gets him mad. i like to do that as well

Bio Poem

Jimmy
Child of Veronica and Martin
Who loves his family
Who hates people that talk crap
Who wants to go to college
Who wishes he could've Jesus to question him
Who is scared of reality
Who dreams of flying away
Who is determined to do what he wants without letting "Can't" stop him
Who values his life
Who is proud of who he is
Who graduated from Elementary but not Junior High
Who lives in the ghetto, trying to make the best of it
Jimmy