What oh what is that big blue thing? Covering hovering over this beautiful spring, With fluffy white puffy cottons in it, It's so pretty is it something I can eat?
What could it be that rumbling sound?! And where oh where would is it bound?! From afar I see the hulking abyss, Coming surrounded with a black vengeful mist,
Together they clashed the demon and angel, But it was one-sided, there was simply no battle, Everything beautiful was devoured, And on it went, the demon empowered.
Author's Note: Once again, I ended up writing my analysis of a poem with another "poem". This is based on e.e.cummings's The Sky Was Candy.
What our class was supposed to do was to try to re-imagine the scene through the eyes of a child, and write it out our own way.
I imagined that a naive fairy-tale loving child with a little imagination would probably see it this way, of course minus the flowery (or not) language I used.
I'm still stuck with the idea that young kids would probably be a little bit shocked at those old noisy dirty rumbling locomotives at first sight lol.
The Death of Richard Cory
The Death of Richard Cory
I am at peace, For death is my release, An end to past, present and future, I am simply, here,
In life I put on a facade, The dream in everyone's heart, In life I seem noble and polite, But they know not the insecurities I hide,
Never satisfied with all that I have, That's what eventually led to my death, The same will go to people that looked at me, And said among themselves "He's got everything, you see?"
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Author's Note: The continuation of sorts for Edwin Arlington Robinson's poem entitled Richard Cory. Written for my English Literature Appreciation class in ICSJ
stoned @ 8:25 AM
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Just Tonight
Just Tonight
“It’s okay” they said to me, “You’re only human after all”, But after awhile I started to see, Men just weren’t meant to fall,
I know I’m not the best for you, I’m only the second in line, Painful to admit but it’s true, I wonder if out of ten am I even a nine,
My insecurities, my inner fears, And the sharp stab I feel, They’re my secret, they’re my tears, These are scars that take time to heal,
I realize I’m not the only one for you, But you’re the only one for me, I hide it well but I’m insecure too, Because it’s better if you didn’t see,
Men are made of steel, But even superman fears kryptonite, I hide it well but in the end I still feel, But I’ll be okay, just give me tonight…
