Darrell's Writing Thing

homework

everydaydarrell — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 11:40:47 +0000

it’s currently 10:20. ive been doing maths study quite a bit coz of upcoming hsc. i dont have the time for fucken art homework nor do i have the time for extension english. yes, i wont have my homework done by tomorrow, but who gives a massive fuck. when im done with maths, ill have 11 free periods from that. add the drop in software, and thats 20+ free a fortnight. so ill make up for that period of not homework then.
also i will rhyme about it

its now ten twenty seven, seven minutes past
not doing homework gets demerits in class
i will use the maths hsc excuse
so over used you know its no use

teachers need to get loose

i will blog my days

everydaydarrell — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 02:38:48 +0000

its the holidays and i have nothing to do. i will write about it.

first week of holidays moobox on desk
i got to suck straw but nothing is left
one point two five litres mountain dew
spend my time listenin to erykah badu
uno deck, many failed attempts at play
dont understand what the singer say
reminds me of writing lyrics to stare in love
and then writing songs about majestical doves
declan, i love you
blake you too.
together we’re the mystical buddies 3 crew
and i spend my time practicing a useless tin whistle
eat my meat with big bites and then ignore the gristle
its like how we disregard the little things in life
speaking to a man when he’s holding a knife
the situation is unseen to many
like the uselessness of a coin thats a penny
it exists regardless but we choose to ignore it
when the incident happens we say we coulda saw it
but it happened and it happened and itll happen again
same shit everytime and you can’t save them
its so significant to one but so little to another
remembering the embrace of a past lover

ill stop

countdown

everydaydarrell — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 20:21:45 +0000

i’ve seen her three times

she was at work

she was at a party

she was giving a eulogy

i’ve been to the church twice

for a baptism

for a funeral

i’ve seen death once

Alexis

end.

the day i fixed the world (OLD EDITION)

everydaydarrell — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 09:16:41 +0000

before the current TDIFTW series, i came up with this thing. looking over it now, its 100x better lol.

anyways here

Chapter One – the day i fixed the world (darrell comments on his work: i really am not liking this stuff to be honest, been listenin to some DOOM nd shi*. but yeah. note to self, make more multisyllabic rhymes)

Look, listen, here i have a story
you can pimp it up in ur head like its an allegory
Coz i might get some imagery thats ultra gory
and there wont be no preachin like father laurie
u either take it, or you leave it, if ya feelin tricky both
just dont go makin any solemn oaths
on my time, or yours, or any body others
you could say something like we’re all brothers
or sisters, mums and dads for that matter
but i aint gonna end up any gladder
if anything, reverse it to get sadder
coz the worlds only gonna get madder
contradictin the name of the chapter
but lemme work this around like an adapter
hat helicopter, you could call it helicapter
and when ur done, make b rate stuff like will shatner
but enough, now let my story begin

it starts with a young boy named rad
that names kinda bad so lets rename him richter
so richters now walking down the street
he has a girlfriend thats holdin his feet
in a not literal case
shes holdin him down from lettin him greet
the other chickas, the girls he might like
he’s feelin like an unchained bike
no spokes, or handles at all
no sense of direction, like hes headin for a wall
which he is, when you think about it now
kapow, he just hit it, in a way
the girl or the wall, im not gonna say
but hes feelin tied up, wanna break up with that k
ill end if off there, thats what im gonna say

he gets to school, bag full of books
for all the wrong subjects, to get him shifty looks
from teachers, preachers of the educational kind
he believes theyre only disctractin his mind
mentally blockin, makin a line, which he cant cross even on his own time
so he ignores, which is why the books were wrong
but at this time now, he only thought with his dong

NOT PART OF STORY: parts from below onwards should be better in quality, flow should be smoother, rhymes are iller

dong, been thinking of it thickly
he had three thoughts that might be sickly
prickly, fickly, just gonna say it, dickly
but disregard it, like you just discard it
he’s been lookin all silly like hair thats parted
straight and center, with a distinct line
disregard that, coffees on the grind
thoughts buzzin, leadin me off track
crack, black, shaq, comin round back
dunks it for three, impossible that
return to story, in three two one
now

richter, his real names darrell
got nothin to hide like the man in a barrell
barrellman, a philippino thing
i can now hear you lil kiddies sing
first person, where the real shit starts
time to let you in on my lyrical arts

Chapter 2 – warm

Alexis.

everydaydarrell — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 07:05:43 +0000

most of you have heard. this poems going to be heavy. its going to be my mind as all this shit unraveled. ill be using the word dead alot. so if you find that offensive, please dont read on.

poem
Alexis is dead.

Begin
Operation angelo is in effect
the conversation is over
fatima
a phone call
Alexis
Alexis is dead
no
i look around.
nothings clear right now
i ask around
no ones responding
i listen
but the calls already over
right now
Alexis isn’t dead
right now
im denying myself the truth
right now
i dont know whats happening…
i continue on
i tell some friends
Alexis isn’t dead
it cant be.
no way
theres no fucking way
a link
blue

~Final Post~

~My True Ending~

Alexis is dead.
no one can deny it
no one can accept it
all signs point to no
but everythings saying yes
Alexis is dead.
we’re turning on each other now
theres so much anger in our voices
but we cant hear them
ignore it all
go to bed
and hope he’s there the next day

i dream
Alexis isn’t dead
he’s right fucking there
he’s fucked us all over
Alexis isn’t dead

i wake up
and i know

i catch the train
whats this i heard about the year 11 guy?
suicide
did you know him?
he was my friend
the world is fucked
i keep on going
was he close?
yeah
i dont really know
i head to the gates
we’re all there waiting
we can’t speak
Alexis is dead.
mass
so many people
so many people
so many fucking people
God is with us
and Alexis isn’t
Alexis is dead.
we sit
we cry
that brick wall
i imagine him
i just bring myself further down
we walk around
how can they laugh?
how the fuck can they just laugh it off?
ALEXIS IS FUCKING DEAD
Alexis is dead.
and theyre fucking laughing.
i say to myself
when i die
i want everyone to laugh as well

I cant even work.
i cant bring myself to sign the card
i cant bring myself to write this down
i see some doing homework
i had a plan
study period
homework
Alexis is dead
and he wont let me do it

its a silent recess
the few jokes we had
couldnt fix any of this
Alexis is dead.

Despair
the greatest sin
all faith in God
lost.
how can he punish this
how the fuck can he punish this
God is a sick being

the world is one person lighter than it should be
september the second
Alexis is dead.
and i can feel it crying

Dealing with Difficult Situations

everydaydarrell — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 11:58:19 +0000

NOTES FROM DA AUTHOR here we go tryn to write stuff that isnt all rappy rap. played through max payne these hols and really liked the whole cynical film noir stuff going on with all these similes and yeah. SO HERE GOES

BEGIN

It was a dark night at the Housten Home. The cold emitted from the night air induced shivers all around. There were only two sources of light in the room that night. One was from the fake plastic fishes that circled endlessly in their painted environment. Their lives an endless source of happiness for themselves and themselves only. The other being the soft warm glow of the computer screen. Itself being the painted environment for the fake plastic fish that roamed endlessly inside it. But he ignored that because it was his source of endless happiness.

It was still cold. The world had frozen over. The screen was a fireplace that attracted him with its warmth. He was warm here.

dont know how to finish it, cbf right now lololololololol, but yeah, will work on it later

Random rhymes dos

everydaydarrell — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 12:07:02 +0000

really stuck on writin atm, so this one will prolly be shoddy
ive had afew rhymes stuck in my head for a while, so im just gonna try and throw it all together at once. as usual, i probably wont have any sort of structure behind any of it so yeah. just read it and think

now hes written the first sentence about 3 or four times
and along with that comes the same amount of tries
to write this bloody piece of rap
and in return he’ll end up with a piece of crap
disregard that, he played games that were jap
with a fan translation which left a large gap
in regards to storyline and all around everything
thus he felt like the game was dismembering
all of the parts which made it unique
only the core was left but at least that was sleek
well enough to make him play it for a week or two
like how a baby will eventually bore from peek a boo
this was the same kind of concept
but in a funny way like a man saying “don’t step”
in a strange accent, which we’ve shunned away from acceptable
in order to make ourselves appear quite respectable
like a man with a business suit and slicked hair
his job and career is everything for which he cares
and as such the man appeared to be quite chitinous
he responded with “no” when the kids said” fly a kite with us”
he relied on a life based on image
like a game that was only a scrimmage
in history books his name will never be recorded
and thus his views of future became thoroughly distorted
as if God had just gone up and rorted and sorted
the man into an area of life unsupported

GOT STUCK CBF MOAR

Hungry J’z ultimate double whopper – A love story

everydaydarrell — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 06:19:06 +0000

And so there he arrived. Wrapped tightly in his biodegradable paper. His delicious juices had spilt somewhat, allowing me to see through his protective wrapping. He brought along some friends, fries and a coke. I exchanged a few words with them, but they didn’t have the allure that only he could produce.

I looked at him, he told me he loved me, and that he wanted to bring our relationship to the next level. I slowly undressed him, he was beautiful in that non-perfect way. He was not one of those models that you see up on the walls, he was just as he was. He was everything he claimed to be.

We held hands for a while, I admired his frame. I pulled him closer towards me, to let him know how I felt. I looked into his eyes and he looked back into mine.

We kissed.

I was taken. I wanted more. Our kisses became longer. I slowly brought my tongue into the equation and it felt oh so good.

We were about half way into our relationship when things started to become strange. We started getting into arguments. I told my friends about this. He found out that I was telling my friends and it just went downhill from there. He didn’t even try to get my attention anymore and sooner or later, I was just disgusted with him. I tried to bring him back however. We occasionally kissed, but after all of that, he just left me, forever.

The worst part is, he left me with a bump in my tummy….

THE END

Random 1

everydaydarrell — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 12:16:43 +0000

after listenin to some aesop rock, i felt like writin somethin unrelated to the TDIFTW series

here goes

On a sugar high from eating 10 sticks of sugar
breathing cycle is clean neti pot removes booger
my misdreavus has been splittin pain since day one
and my mouths been spittin lame for fake fun
and ill never afford production by DOOM or jakeone
but ill always have my living aquarium lamp with the fake fishes
and if i have enough money ill go hogs breath for steak dishes
remember maths kids, derive sin you get cos
and remember that behind every sin is a cause
and when you derive cos you get a negative sin
and two negatives equate to a positive win
and i dont pronounce my sins as sines
because theyre not
that words reserved for giving me direction
like how God came down and gave me protection
in the form of an imaginary shield and a sword to wield
slayin my enemies in a large grassy field
a 3 second delay, and then the enemies fall in half
from the top of the head down to the penis shaft
vertically cut
irrevocably but
his soul will live on coz my blades just a blade
it doesnt come out of my elbows like if i was a gallade
ive mentioned pokemon right about twice
and fuck its so cold im feeling like ice
and my structures falling apart my direction is nowhere
and my friend got a haircut it looks like he has no hair
im just spewin out things from my brains rhymin dictionary
just like how right now im gonna say pictionary
so ill end it here today

a small thing

everydaydarrell — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 13:12:18 +0000

so im writing this here because i want to get all write pro and stuff
but i wont, because i wont