Dance-pop songs

The car ride back from the hospital is terrifying. Half of me wants to shut my eyes to block out the city that is whirring past me; the other half is too scared. This is the first time I have been in a car since my accident. I always heard that the first ride is the hardest; I always laughed at the cliché things the doctors said to me. "It 's okay to cry." they said. "It will be hard." they said. I am certainly not laughing anymore. The seatbelt seems too heavy on my delicate new skin and I adjust it for comfort. My mom glances back at me anxiously. I told her that she needed to forget about me, that all I cared about was going back home safely. I wanted to go home, which was another thing. Home is not where I am going. Home is where my brother and father are. They are not going to be there though, they died in the fiery car crash that left me able to walk, able to talk, and able to breathe. I tell myself that I need to be thankful for these three things. Sometimes I wish I was with them. When people came to visit me, they always told me how lucky I am, how I am so lucky to be able to walk, able to talk, able to breathe the air of the living. Of course, I am not able to do these things like I used to. My brain was rattled in the accident. My thoughts are clear, but when I try to act them out, the message gets muddled. I do not see it as particularly lucky to have more mental injuries than physical ones. I wanted to be able to have something more to show, more evidence of…

It was a gorgeous, but frigid Wednesday afternoon in January as I made it to Wadsworth library around two o’ clock. Checking my watch, I made sure it was two. I was meeting my best friend, Zaire for lunch and when I tell you that he’s a stickler for time, the boy’s been on time for everything since I first met him in ninth grade. The library was quiet with patrons on the computers while some older folks were playing chess in the back corner. I scanned the spot for Zaire, but found no sight of…

I am a passionate, hard working, teenage girl who does not know what to do with my life. All I dream about is traveling to warm, tropical places. I have a lot of friends but I feel so different from all of them. I get angry more than I probably should. I want to change a lot about myself but I do not know how. I became this way because of the environment that I am forced to be surrounded by. I have no opinions because I was not asked about how I felt about things as a child. My parents tend to…

My “Bestfriend” “ So you won’t talk to me?” I asked him. He smiled down at the floor and nodded his head. He took a seat a couple of seats away from me. Whoever knew that a school bus could be a start of a friendship? I definitely did not, but this is how it all started. On August 11th, 2011, I became best friends with a special person. His name was William. He had been there before for me whenever my silly young age relationship ended. Then, Unexpectedly in sixth grade I started…

I’ll put on my good shoes I’ll use my best murderin’ bat. Fighting trousers Adventure shoes I’ll get my best screamo mix tape I’ll bring the coke, you get the mentoes “Am I racist now?” It doesn’t “Jump the shark” so much as “Strap a jet engine to it’s back, hit the ramp at 700 miles an hour, and launch itself into low orbit” Slowly but surely, like a hungry yet overweight rhinocerous How’s the studying coming? In skips and jumps, like a young girl traversing a field boobytrapped with…

Tara Haggerty Anonymously Rudolph Rudolph is a six year old Red-Nosed Reindeer, he had a very shiny nose and some would even say it glows, all of the other reindeer used to laugh and call him names they never let Rudolph join in any reindeer games, Rudolph never really had any friends. He would just stay in his stall all day and play by himself. After years of being teased and flat out bullied, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer finally had it. Rudolph was sick and tired of not being able…

friend, of course, nothing more special than that… She also told me that I should have talked to her earlier – maybe she could have done something to help me. Anyway, that made me hopeless with approaching girls again; it was another failed attempt of mine… During the last part of the conversation, I was expecting some motivation from her. But instead she said with a strong voice, “A girl’s friend-zone is not easy to get away from.” Yes, I was friend-zoned. I was terribly sad for days! It wasn’t…

Hello, Diana. It's been a long time to talk to you. How are you? I am doing good. Now, I am listening to Star 102.1 by using iphone's app, which is radio channel I used to listen to in TN. So, I was just curious how you are doing and miss you, Bruce and other there. I can't belive it has been more than one year since I had left TN. These days, I am looking for a decent company I can work for so I am very busy for preparing my resumes. There were many times that I stayed up all night to submit…

thing - anyone and everyone can listen to any type of music and just enjoy it, no matter the language boundaries or what anybody else thinks of a certain type of music; it still gives the same message. K-pop is a musical genre that originates from South Korea and has recently gained popularity due to its boldness, catchiness, and uniqueness. It is something people have never heard or seen before - it’s an interesting twist to music because it breaks language barriers. K-pop is superior to every…

The song Cooler Than Me, is a debut single by an American singer and songwriter named Mike Posner. Cooler Than Me is a dance-pop type of music. Mike Posner was born February 12, 1988 in Southfield MIchigan. Since it was released it peaked at number 6 on the Billboard Top 100. It also reached number one on Billboard Hot Dance Airplay. Mike Posner has another version named “Gigamesh Remix” that was released on Mike Posner’s October 2009 mixtape, One Foot out of Door. Mike posner is known for…