Isabella+Tognini

Poetry is the silent voice that is heard everywhere inside of us..." - Unknown

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 * Ode to Movies (the good ones)**

I love the way you let me escape from my boring life. Enter your world. The world of fiction and of computer generated fantasy. A place where reality doesn't exist. The amount of lessons you teach me is endless. When you make me cry, my fondness of you grows. When you make me smile, I feel like you know me. When you leave me contemplating, I know that you have enlightened me. Truth is, I'm still afraid of the wicked witch.

** Sonnet: Shakespeare **

Your words do sound majestic even now; The world has changed, and curtains rise again But you did turn to dust, but we do vow To laugh and cry and see the actors feign

You wrote of kinds and queens, their history Of common men and mirth your comedies At times regaled of dark takes of mystery But love and bonds are broke in tragedies

Your lines were gifts from above, you god of art: The dream to live came forth, the game was love. To feel your arrows mark upon your heart Your words do shine bright and fit like a glove.

Alas today with pen in had, we spin A tale by lesser men but still you grin__.__

** I was raised by .... **

I was raised by Loud laughing Witty minded Jokes that make you pee your pants "Better out than in I always say, Fiona" Kind of people

Some open-minded Opinion speaking "Just let everything fold into place" Type of people

Some grayhaired Red lipped Art creating Confident walking Kind hearted Intense debating Stylin' "I'm different" Kind of person

** The Normal Teenager **

The instructor said,

Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you--- Then, it will be true.

I am me, as you are you, and we are we, as you am I, and I am you. Me. Who else but me? What is my story, you ask? To tell the truth, it’s not all that interesting. I’m a sixteen year old from Fishtown. Have you heard of Fishtown? No worries, it’s not all that important. People ask, are you Italian? Are you Spanish? The answer is no, I’m not. I’m Greek! What? My life is not much different from any other teenager. In some case’s, I have the same thoughts, likes, and dislikes as everyone else; I hate when I’m eating chips and I can’t hear the movie over my own chewing.

I try to be different. But doesn’t everybody? If all of us try to be different, does that make us all the same? There are no stories in my life that anyone would really care about. All the time at school we are asked to write about ourselves. I’m running out of memories. What shall I do? Sometimes I put stories in my own head just to make it feel like my life isn’t actually that boring. It’s sad, really. I sit here, looking around the room wondering what others are thinking. Are they thinking the same thing as me? Questions. Answers. In my life, there are so many questions and answers that somehow seem wrong. But I’m not worried. Life goes on, right? I am me, as you are you, and we are we, as you am I, and I am you.

** Statement: ** I love to write poetry, thought I may not be so good at rhyming or coming up with some sort of a pattern, it is always fun to share my feelings and who I am as a teenager. In this poem, I try to relate to as many teenagers as I can. In each line I changed the subject, listing features about myself. “If all of us try to be different, does that make us all the same,” I ask myself these kind of questions all the time, but whenever I find an answer, it always seems wrong or out of place. Most people try to make a difference, but if so many are trying to make a difference, then they’re all doing the same thing. I wanted to try to prove that we are not all that different from each other. All people feel something, there is always something to relate to. “Life goes on, right?” when I wrote this I was explaining that new answers are always found and questions will always arise. Questions are not something to worry about, no one is testing our lives, and there are no grades. Though, some can answer questions better than others or find it at different times. Some people can die trying to find the answers, but we’re all just human, it’s impossible to find all the answers that we desire to know.

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** Poem #1 ** 9. By E. E. Cummings

there are so many tictoc clocks everywhere telling people what toctic time it is for tictic instance five toc minutes toc past six tic

Spring is not regulated and does not get out of order nor do its hands a little jerking move over numbers slowly we do not wind it up it has no weights springs wheels inside of its slender self no indeed dear nothing of the kind.

(So,when kiss Spring comes we'll kiss each kiss other on kiss the kiss  lips because tic clocks toc don't make  a toctic difference  to kisskiss you and to  kiss me)


 * Analysis:**

This poem is explaining to the reader that when a person loves someone, time doesn't matter,nor have the ability to define one's love life, it's something that can last forever. We as humans cannot turn back time or transition our lives into the future. In this poem, E. E. Cummings uses "sound effects" throughout his sentences, showing how easily time passes, how everyones lives depend on time, and that in society time impacts the daily life of individuals. This also shows that time passes constantly, but it does not decide peoples futures.

defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus
 * Poem #2**
 * ** Buffalo Bill 's ** ||  ||
 * by [|E. E. Cummings] ||
 * Buffalo Bill 's
 * Buffalo Bill 's

he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death ||


 * Analysis:**

Buffalo Bill depicts a man or boy that had everything, who was almost a hero. In the second line, "defunct", it seems as thought the author was emphasizing the fault done by "Mr. Death" as seen on the last line, though one would normally go straight to the image of death. By line three, he poem then departs to the concept of remembrance and what Buffalo Bill was like. A man on a stallion is usually portrayed as a valiant and brave. Due to his heroic stature, the reader in then made to believe that he is undeafed, but then also pointing out that the only thing that could defeat him was his own death. For the last two lines of the poem, the author is asking the concept of death if he is happy with his success in taking this "blue-eyed" boy. This blue-eyed boy has been killed, but he still remains a legend and will be remembered.


 * Poem #3**


 * maggie and milly and molly and may **

by [|E. E. Cummings]

10

maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea

This series of couplets is straight forward, with each couplet the author gives the imagery of each young girl. The names may have something to do with the springy subject, the names used give the reader happy thoughts, just like spring normally would - it sounds a lot like a nursery rhyme. The quote "so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles," gives the impression that this young girl is troubled, but turns to nature and finds beauty in natural music. In the third couplet, "befriended a stranded star," can be interpreted as being a starfish, due to the setting being at the shore. Cummings may be saying that she is a lonely girl, and the only way to make friends is to make friends with something that cannot protest. In the fourth couplet, "chased by a horrible thing," the author is speaking about fear. But since the other girls were not mentioned, it is clear that molly has found what she is afraid of. For the last young girl, it is plain that she finds meaning in everything. "as small as a world and as large as alone." when reading this, the reader might think that this has to do with loneliness, but with loneliness comes the art of imagination. When someone is lonely, the only thing to do is try to entertain themselves and the only what to do that is to be creative, like may. may takes something to small, something that would not be normally noticed, and makes it into something that it is not.