Get Set For School Sing Along

These are the full set of the lyrics I posted earlier. I wanted to know what you think of them. Rate it 1-10 and tell me what you think it's about. It's probaly not that good cuz I couldn't seem to get my head straight. They are copyrighted and I'm working on the beat and I've gotten a R&B singer from my school to sing the hook.

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[Verse One]
Tattooed tears on my skin crying for help
All eye’s on me watching every single step
I take just watching me waiting on me to turn my back
To break to snap for a set back for there next attack
Jumping at me my demons are eating me inside
Picking at every single mistake every single lie
Every night I pray a plea out to stop my misery
But all it does is bring me all this damn tragedy
Devil’s hounds on my trail trying to bring me to hell
Like these anthrax letters sent though everyone’s mail
Angels wanting to save me but there help doesn’t phase me
Just like everything bullets are the only thing that can graze me
See my face in the morning thinking everyone always hates me
Being yelled at I feel like a child wanting someone to take me
Hating is just part of life just like hell is part of eternal strife
It time I’ve became the master instead of taking advice from the student
It’s time I’ve stop reading books gaining knowledge and started to use it

[Hook]
The tattooed tears on my skin I had removed along time ago
But the scar tissue is always gonna be there left on my soul
Purity destroyed by insecurity cuz there’s no where to go
My spirit is dying slowly my soul me and I don’t know

[Verse Two]
Every time I think for once I might just be happy
You come along just like last time and try to trap me
Along with my demons there’s a angel’s pretty face
How could one of my angels be a demon in this place
I would go back if I could to see how purity taste
But now that purity is gone with all the flowers and hearts
Broken hearts and broken faces in the picture I torn apart
Didn’t know this would happen in the problem I weaved
I thought this was incidental not something you conceived
It was planed from the start screwing with broken hearts
Trying to fix something that wasn’t really broken it didn’t work
Two halves didn’t seem to make a whole this time hoping it’ll work
Even if they did it’ll only be one the other would still be cracked
Hating what they got into they wishing that they can take it back
But they can’t they should have thought before they got in this mess
But they can’t they have to do what they heart tells them to do I guess

[Hook]
The tattooed tears on my skin I had removed along time ago
But the scar tissue is always gonna be there left on my soul
Purity destroyed by insecurity cuz there’s no where to go
My spirit is dying slowly my soul me and I don’t know

[Verse Three]
The past I know is always gonna be my past nothing more
Just like something I left on the other side of my front door
Gonna see it when I come back but won’t remember till tomorrow
Why did I do this why did I do that why did I get outta bed
I think I’ll be another person who thinks he’ll better off dead
All my life I’ve found a safe haven in music in rap and hip hop
When the demons over take my mind I just listen and it all stops
Angels that bothered me about being saved listened and didn’t talk
They knew that I was saved music was part of my savior’s main part
God meant for me to find music but it seems that really music found me
Everyday that one angel that works with demons she prays for me softly
But in the past she use to be there to mock me never actually talked to me
Just a pretty face disguised in all of her lies when she really at night she cries
Nobodies perfect but we all wish we can’t have the perfect life perfect sight
Perfect night picture perfect love life but it’s only a fake it’s the negative
The positive of the picture is only one person the other can’t be held captive

[Hook]
The tattooed tears on my skin I had removed along time ago
But the scar tissue is always gonna be there left on my soul
Purity destroyed by insecurity cuz there’s no where to go
My spirit is dying slowly my soul me and I don’t know(x3)


@D.C.: I just posted this to see if people can understand it I had to take my medication for my panic attacks and I wrote it while I was on that stuff and I didn't know if people could understand me. So I just posted this one and this is the 1st time I post the full st of the lyrics(copyrighted). I'm gonna stop after this one I just need some people saying if they can understand it.

Nobody's gonna steal your lyrics, so no need to type 'copyrighted'.

...and it's pretty hard to judge typed out lyrics, it depends on the way you can make it flow and the sound of the voice spittin' it.

2008-08-05 19:52:07 by [Morbid Thought] [Goodbye Yahoo]

Lets get loud - Suntribe None of it mine I'm hot like Indian spice, like boiling water I'm in the mood, no-one can stop me tonight So turn ...

Please give me tips to make it sound better and non repetetive. The words that are underlined are things i'm not sure whether to include or not. Do references belong on the same or seperate page, and how do I list them?OBJECTIVE: Assistant teacher SUMMARY OF QUALIFICATIONS: (is my sum of qualifications too long?) Pursuing B.S.ED in Early Childhood Education Over 5 years of working with children in and out of school setting 3 years of internship experience in preschools Played critical role in a child’s advancements in academic year Highly motivated, patient and understanding toward children Fluent in Spanish Familiar with Autism and it’s warning signs (should I only include this on resumes for schools dealing with dev. disabilities) EDUCATION B.S.ED, Early Childhood Education, College, City, Sate, will receive degree in 2009 (Should I include the 1st college I attended before I transferred to where I am currently at?)Regents Diploma, High School, City, Sate, June 2001 EXPERIENCE CAREGIVER Provided (how do you better word: feed him breakfast, lunch, dinner; bathed him; take him on outings; read, play, sing to him; take him to and from school) Worked closely with his therapists, learning skills along the way Carried over therapy lessons into the home INTERN School City, State (Where do I put the yrs I’ve interned, does it belong b4 or after city, state?) Assisted with daily lessons Oversaw kids during recess and gym Cited as having natural ability to provide kids with academic and emotional nourishment INTERN Preschool City, State Assisted with daily lessons Maintained classroom and kitchen organized Instrumental to a non English speaking child’s progress during school year
I'm sorry that eveything is ao bunched up, idon't know how to make it look better.
I created a url. this is not exactly how it will look just an idea.http://hotjobs.yahoo.com/resumes/lupeva8 3/myresume

First, references are on a seperate page,

"played critical role in a childs advancements in academic year.." throw out, its an opinion not a fact

"highly motivated, patient and understanding toward children.." thats given since you have your degree in early childhood education

just mention the college you graduated from

familiar with Autism and its warning signs... so could anyone who got a book on it. mention you worked with autistic children and have experience in forms of treatment and education of them (keep this in for all resumes, all schools deal with autistic children)

experience caregiver..... dont explain it, just word it experienced caregiver to (# of children and age range) then say, ...

intern... years are after where you type intern. this does not need to be described

remember you want to have things you can tell your interviewer about you. you must include things that set you apart from other applicants, make it easy to read, and absolutely no spelling or gramatical errors. I read resumes and do the hiring and firing for a large company. Be consise, be honest and be strong. I like seeing an applicant come in my door that knows they are right for the job and that they can "benefit" my company and i would be a fool to not hire them. Good luck!

2007-05-25 13:18:25 by star m

Death in the Soul


The taxi door opened as I stepped inside, unaware of what was going on. I sat quietly in the back of the car. It was about 1:30pm when I got called, just after lunch. We scrambled into the classroom. It was maths my favourite lesson the part of the lesson where I could relax and easily go through all the questions. So there I was singing along to my I-pod while doing the extra question out teacher had set us .When there was a loud knock at the door which made each one of us jump almost like a Mexican wave.
‘Come in!’ we all shouted.
The door creaked open slowly and to our surprise it was the secretary
At this point you could hear people hoping she would call there name but I was the opposite. No school? No homework and maths! That was a nightmare I didn’t want to come true.

‘Alice, please could I have a word?’ The secretary said in a quiet voice.
What’s going on I thought has something bad happened? Has my aunty died! She was ill after all. Bad thoughts rushed to my head as I shakily walked through the hall.
‘Now…’ she began ‘Your parents are waiting for you at home and have pre- paid a taxi for you as they could not come here….’ She paused.
I looked around the parking lot and there in front was an old rusty taxi beeping at us.
‘Hurry along!’ She said.
‘What’s going on, why can’t I stay at school?’
No answer was told. I slowly stepped outside into the pouring rain making sure I didn’t slip down the stairs. I looked back when I was at the bottom of the stairs but the secretary had already gone.

The Taxi Door opened as I stepped inside; unaware of what was going on. I sat quietly in the back of the car. Fear hit me as the taxi began to roar its old dented engine before I could shut the door. It was very uncomfortable, the seat had been torn and the door had a massive dent in it like it had been in a horrific accident. But the taxi driver didn’t seem to care.
‘Where are you taking me?’ I said
There was no reply.
I sat back in my seat and watched the world go past me through the window as I gently dosed off to sleep. I was dreaming slowly one at a time of all the great things that had happened to me. The shock in my dream felt so real.

* * * * * * *
While dreaming, I felt something push me, very hard. Someone waking me up, whispering in my ear. I suddenly woke up and realised I was home. The taxi driver gave me a weird look , I looked at him it must have been for only 5 seconds at least but every second I looked at him his eyes seemed to get darker, more angry. I looked away and quickly escaped the taxi. I was still raining so I tried to run to my house but that was no use as I was already soaking. I looked at my house but something didn’t seem right the grass was brown and the flowers drooped to the floor.

I knew my mum was here no because the small blue mini that was there this morning was perched in the drive. I turned the door but it wouldn’t budge so I got out my keys and turned the door slowly and carefully, it was silent when I got in. I usually get a warm welcome from my family but not today instead. A cold shiver went down my spine as I closed the door.
‘Hello, anybody here?’ I called
Silence…..
I dumped my bags in the corridor and went into the kitchen. I could hear shuffling so someone had to be here. I looked around for food ad could see a dark figure in front of me.
‘Who is it?’ I said
The figure didn’t reply but instead walked closer and closer.
‘GO AWAY!’ I scream
He was coming closer; my heart was racing as I slowly tried to back away. But then I could fell his breath against me, next to me. His arm raised, something was glistening in his hand.

Before I could Evan imagine what it was an incredible pain crushed my throat as if someone was pushing me to ground. I was like a voo doo doll being stabbed with a needle 60 times. I held my throat grasping it to stop the pain.
‘Help’ I cried ‘Anyo

I couldn’t speak I was slowly going into a dream of my own .Slightly closing my eyes as I fell to the ground.
Then Black……….
I gasped as I woke up from what I thought was a dream. I got up, agony in my throat as I stood up in front of the mirror. A scar slashed my throat I slowly traced it with my finger examining every detail on it. I turned around and realised it was time for school. I ignored the scar and ran to school.

The bell rang as I entered the room and I ran to my friend.
‘Hiyaa!!! You never guess what happened to me yesterday.’ I said
They ignored me and carried on talking as If I wasn’t there. I said hello again, but still nothing. Maybe there annoyed I missed school? I sat down ready for class and the teacher began ranting about how noisy we are as usual.
‘Not again!’ I said to jack next to me.
But he ignored me too. He Evan looked straight past me like he could see through me, as if I wasn’t Evan there.
‘Well this is going to be a rubbish day’ I mumbled to myself.
I nearly dazed off but was woken by the clangin
Yes im sorry it stopped because it was so long but if you want to read the rest just say.

It's OK, It could be longer though. It seems like everything just kind of went by real fast. I mean if I woke up with a scar on my neck, and no parents were home, I would certainly hesitate going to school, I mean she never even found out why she had been called home, where anyone was, or who the man was. Perhaps you could enlighten me. I'll come back in 20.

2009-10-17 13:11:13 by I've lost my phone number, can I have yours?

1.
I was the morning in the UAE, six thirty to be precise, and Rhys, who was not a morning person, was unhappily being dragged out of his pleasant slumber by the irritating beep of his alarms. The first lay on his bedside table, so it could be easily reached to press snooze and give him an extra five minutes and as he did this Rhys remembered that this was exactly the reason why he had set another alarm on his desk at the other side of the room and a third in his adjoining bathroom.
He stood up, cursing for his total lack of empathy toward his future self when he had set the alarms the night before, and, after stumbling to his desk and switching off the second before making his way to the bathroom for the third, Rhys promptly collapsed back onto his bed only to find himself unable to even contemplate slipping back into a sub-conscious state.
In a condition somewhere in between being asleep and being awake he pulled on his school uniform and grabbed his bag. Slowly making his way downstairs, eyes still not fully open, Rhys was almost knocked over as his little sister came bounding past singing the chorus of some tacky Disney tune, in a state far from what he believed should be legal at that time of the morning.
After getting some food Rhys felt better, good enough, even, for his first head of dokha for the day. After retiring back to his room he hung out his bedroom window which overlooked the minuscule excuse for a garden and the street beyond it breathing in the mixture of refined tobacco and Iranian leaves until his lungs couldn’t hold anymore, he then breathed out in relief at his nicotine craving being satisfied and the comfortingly familiar light-headed moment when everything bad in the world clouded over.
“Rhys! We’re leaving, hurry up!” shouted his mum from downstairs. Quickly recovering from the effect of the dokha Rhys sprayed some deodorant and cologne on himself, ruffled his hair, which just a bit too long for his liking, and made his way to the car.
The journey was spent in the usual silence from Rhys but loud racket from his Mum and Sister as they sung along to Leona Lewis’ depressingly slow and slurry album. Rhys tried, as he did every day, to block out the noise with his iPod but failed, as he did every day, due to the cheap knock-off head phones he had bought from a dodgy dealer for a tenth of the price.
Upon arrival at the school Rhys swiftly left his family’s vicinity and made his way toward the place where he knew his friends would be. Next to the school was a dilapidated three storey block of flats with a small supermarket at the bottom and behind was an alleyway leading to the other side of the block where all the students from his school went to have their nicotine fix before another two hours of abstinence.
On his way to the alleyway Rhys bumped into two girls from his year. He immediately brightened up, no longer the apathetic and moody teenager his family knew him as Rhys transformed to his true self. They all exchanged greetings and made a few stoner jokes about each other as Rhys could smell the cigarette smoke on them from a mile off.
“I thought you’d quit.” Rhys teased one of the girls, Louise.
“Yeah, and I just lost 10dhs on a bet I made that you would die of simultaneous lung and liver failure over night.” She retorted, jokingly.
As he was just about to walk away the second of the girls, Lydia, motioned toward the direction of the alley way, “Oh, Rhys, I think Jake said he wanted to talk to you about something and he seemed kind of worried.”
Rhys was bemused. Jake, worried? It just didn’t compute. Jake was the kind of guy who was up for everything and didn’t give a monkey’s what anyone thought about him.
As he walked to towards the alleyway Jake breathed in the heavy smell of tobacco and shisha flavour from the nearby cafe and relaxed his shoulders confident in the fact that, whatever Jake wanted to tell him, it would not burst his bubble and this would be a good day.
Rhys glanced at his watch; it read 7:30, giving him fifteen minutes before school started. He had made good time, another sign, Rhys thought, of a good day ahead.
Unfortunately, Rhys’ prospects of a good day were just about to plummet.
“Hey, Rhys” Jake called walking towards him. “I need to talk to you”
Jake tried to grab Rhys’ arm and pull him toward the school but Rhys resisted, seeing that Jake was worried and adamant that nothing would ruin his day.
“No, man. Wait, I want to have some dokha first.”
“I need to talk to you” Jake tried to grab Rhys’ arm again but Rhys stepped away, further into the alleyway, and reached into his pocket for the leather case in which he kept his pipe.
“Fine.” Jake grunted, releasing Rhys from his grasp, eyes glued to an empty water bottle leaning against the wall. Seeing this sudden, submissive, change in Jake emotions Rhys sighed and returned the case to his pocket. He realised that there must be something serious going on for Jake to be acting so out of c

You expand a lot on detail just on the alarm clock scene which in reality takes moments and whizz though breakfast like it takes 3 seconds and in moments he is outside with school mates. I do not know if school kid smoking is PC these days either for a story. You need to slow down the pace. You have not given any character details of the people names you write about. It is like delay get out of bed then suddenly he is outside. Who is Rhys? What two girls? Who is Jake? Needs a bit of punctuation editing and properly paragraphed but a good start.
Practice makes improvement.

2009-02-17 05:42:43 by NoName

i am 14 years old and just recently started writing this
for something to do in my spare time,
just want to know what you think? honestly :]

*****
I remember the first day I stepped foot in this school, everything had changed so much, in the smallest amount of time. My friends, my family, and particularly me. I wondered what my parents would think when they seen that shiny stud in my left ear, or my jeans which were now torn in several places. My mum was going to America for a business trip, and thought it would be best if my brother and I went to live at my Aunt's in Manchester for the next four months. We lived in Kensington, and it was almost a four hour drive to their place, Not that I was looking forward to it. I had to go to school there and as far as I'd heard, it wasn't going to be pleasant. Albion High School was tagged as one of the roughest schools in Manchester, and every time I thought about it my stomach churned. I'd seen the kids at these kinds of schools, I'd seen them on the news for throwing bricks at houses across the street or lighting up fire crackers and ditching them in class windows. It wasn't fitting in that worried me, I'd never fitted in before, it was staying alive long enough to try. I had four months here and first impressions were definitely going to last at this place.
“I don't get why I have to go to this school, out of all the schools in Manchester, you send me to the one where I have the least chance of survival.”I argued. “That's the plan” sniggered my brother Dene. I shot him a warning glance and changed the radio station. I sang along to a Sex Pistols song that was playing, and mum looked at me from the corner of her eye. “Since when do you listen to this music?””Since your sending me to a school full of Yobs. This is what they all listen to.”She didn't say anything else until we were there. We pulled up the driveway of my Aunt's old flat, I'd only been here once before, when I was five years old. I was seventeen now and not one thing had changed about the faded red brick or the cracked gutter on the roof. The garden was dead. The couch sitting on the front porch was probably not even safe to sit on, and the fifty three year old lady that looked one hundred standing next to it, was my Aunt Kath, smiling and waving. I could see her neglected finger nails from inside the car. She was wearing a purple dressing gown and slippers. In one hand she held a mug, and the other cigarette, waving in between every puff. “Katherine!” Mum tried to sound delighted, my aunt's smile looked just as fake. “Hello Maria” she smiled, and rested the mug on the window sill, making her way to the car to help with the luggage. “Ah, kids, haven't seen ya's in a while. Both yer rooms are down the hall, at the very end. Go on now, go unpack.” I smiled and grabbed my trunk. The flat smelt strongly of cigarette's and whiskey, and every step I took, the floorboards creaked. We slowly walked down the hall, peaking in every open room, which was just the same as the last, cluttered and messy. When we got to the end, I looked at Dene, “I'll take right”he shrugged and opened the door. Not surprised that it was also untidy, he set his trunk down on the springy bed and turned to me. “Guess I'll take left then.”My room was the same, but it had a double bed and blue walls. I opened my trunk and took out my clothes. There was a little white drawer in the corner of the room big enough for half my clothes, the rest I just left in my trunk, they were probably better off in there anyway. I went back outside and could see that mum was trying to edge back in her car. “Just stay for a drink, haven't seen yer in years!” “I'm sorry, I just have too much to do back home. My flight leaves tonight.” “Well, oright' then, I guess I'll see yeh in four months””Thanks again Katherine, Dene, Rye! I'm leaving”She sat back in the car, closed the door, and wound down the window. Dene ran straight past me and kissed her goodbye. I went over, hugged her, and banged the bonnet of the car twice. “Have a good trip!” I yelled as she pulled out the driveway and drove off. “C'mon, lets go fix yeh some supper, it's been a long drive I bet!”Dene spent the rest of the night playing scrabble and drinking tea with Aunt Kath, while I sat in my room deciding what I would wear to school the next day. I went to a private school, and never had to pick out clothes to wear before, we had a uniform. I decided to wear my navy parker, jeans, black gloves and boots. The next morning, I woke up an hour before school to get ready. After getting dressed, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. My hair was naturally flat, and I'd never felt the need to do anything with it, but today I had to. I looked around for a comb or something but no such luck. I grabbed the bar of soap from the basin and wet it slightly. Looking at the slimy bar of soap in my hand I rubbed my hands together and put the bar back on the sink. I rubbed the soap through my hair u

its interesting.i would love to read the whole story :)

2009-07-04 00:32:30 by Danielle.