A Winter Walk

Walking through the woods the snow began to cover every inch of land leaving a white blanket on the surface, soon the fog crept up behind the middle aged man as he stood still and listened to the trees whisper to one another, he then glanced at the river which was frozen in time. He took one step forward and noticed the ghosts mimicking his every move like ducklings mimicking their mother. The snow began to cover every inch of land leaving a white blanket on the surface. The middle aged man found the woods to be his escape and his best kept secret, the ghosts and trees were his friends, for he knew they were the lost souls of those he loved and lost. The woods were the only place where he felt loved and happy, so it pained him as his walk came to an end.

My Song

On The Radio
by Regina Spektor

This is how it works
It feels a little worse
Than when we drove our hearse
Right through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
That none of us could sleep
And all the styrofoam
Began to melt away
We tried to find some worms
To aid in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying that disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again

On the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo's really long
But it's a pretty song
We listened to it twice
'Cause the DJ was asleep

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

And on the radio
You hear November Rain
That solo's awful long
But it's a good refrain
You listen to it twice
'Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio
(oh oh oh)
On the radio
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio - uh oh
On the radio

This song by Regina Spektor could be considered a poem because it uses rhyme throughout the song. She uses Antithesis in the following lines because she says one thing and then the opposite of what she;s saying.

"This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath"

In the following lines I believe she's using implied metaphors.

"And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood"

The poem I picked

"What Do Women Want?" by Kim Addonizio

This poem really stood out to me and was the only poem that I enjoyed reading over and over again. I felt that in a few stanzas I could relate to how the author felt, which is why I enjoyed it so much.

Metaphor and when I've been a rhinoceros

Losing Emmanuel is like losing the stars in the night sky.

I acted like a rhinoceros when I found out that someone had stolen my Facebook picture and made a fake account pretending to be me.