Poetry Bled from the Pen into the Music

Music can be a form of poetry in my opinion and this lyrics from a song that is kind of sad but it rhymes well and I thought it was real..probably because ive wrote it from something i observed before. But anyways here it is.

"Pain
Its all thats on my brain
Everytime I think of you
I think I go insane
But I still see your name
An I still hear your voice
The truth is,
I made a bad choice
The nights when im alone
Im sitting by my phone
Praying it would ring
But its like its never on
Im scared to see the truth
That im saying in this booth
I swear this sh*t is so aggrivating
like a chipped tooth.
But im so tired of the pain within
So I write it with this pen
Cuz to me its the only way that I can work it in
Im wanting u to see
the truth thats inside of me
But its hard to put into words
When theres never enough verbs
To explain it all to you
My world is dark and blue
Im spending all this time
So I can make this rhyme
Then I can walk the line.
Sometimes i feel this aint right
I got addicted to this life
Im used to the dark but now I want the light.
I dont know where im going
But I cant seem to let you go
Im hoping that you know
I need you and thats fosho
Im moving at my pace
But seems im last in this race
Im still reaching for your face
An im missing your embrace.
I feel like im alone
And time just keeps moving on
The days are shorter now
My minds been withered down
My face is covered with a frown
Ive been broken by this scheme...
I wish that I could wake up and this would all just be a dream."- Garrett Herndon

So thats that haha I was looking for a deep lyric from a song to go along with poems and I think that was pretty good. Music is a great form of expression to speak about something in a interesting way and maybe that told a tale.

Of Being by Denise Levertov. Formal

"I know this happyness
Is provisional:
the looming presences-
great suffering,great fear-
withdraw only
into peripheral vision:
but ineluctable this shimmering
of wind in the blue leaves:
this flood of stillness
widening the lake of sky:
this need to dance,
this need to kneel:
this mystery:"

wow, kind of confusing poem to me, I was looking through the book and stoped to read this poem. At first I was like dunno about it but I came back to it and read it again and thought wierd, I wonder what this is about. Im not really for certain what it means but to me I think Denise Levertov is explaining life to her. What its like "Of Being" in life. All the mystery about life. The need for happyness "Dance" and the need to look up to a higher power "Kneel." How in life there is suffering and fear and withdraw and how people dont see outside of their "Peripheral Vision." Also she is saying how happyness is Provisional meaning not lasting forever (if i looked it up right). There is alot of truth to this poem and it really stuck out to me after I had read it a few times. Pretty good.

Roberts V. Edgar. Literature An Introduction to Reading and Writing. Pg. 672.

I got Poetry on my Mind

Hmm, when I think of poetry I think of something from the heart something that is deep to the writer, I see also I can connect poetry with music too because music is a powerful form of expression using words and beats. So poetry is basically a expression of something.

Sometimes the truth hits you like a frieght train

After reading the story "War" I got to really thinking about what it would be like to be a parent knowing there kid is in a war. I know it is kind of a part of life, sometimes places go to war and its not a good thing but it happens. The one thing that really got me thinking though is when the guy that was trying to act so tough kind of denying his sons death, it really hit him once he finaly realized the truth. I know from past experiences that sometimes the truth can really hit you. Itl dish out quite a punch. I cant sit here and act like I know what it would be like to lose a child but I can kind of imagine and it wouldnt be a good thing. People deal with things differently but I was just kind of amazed I guess to read how it finaly hit the man and I felt like talking about it for a few minutes on here.

Who the heck Narrated this??! haha

In the story "A Rose for Emily" I wont lie to you I was kinda confused maybe because I dont always get into the stories I read. I dont know. But this was a interesting story between her controlling father and the towns people trying to protect this lady from what they pretty much have suspisions about by saying "oh a rat or something must have died thats what the smell is"- paraphrasing of course. But to the point who the heck is narrating this story. I read it a few times and ive come to believe it must have been some person in town. The way the story is told is pretty good, its wierd because I mean the lady slept in a bed with a dead guy haha thats crazy. I know I wouldnt ever sleep in a bed with a dead lady thats for sure the smell would get to me. But as ive said I said I believe some person in town probably is telling the story passing it on kinda like a folk story or something but thats just my thoughts im not really sure.

Amontillado, oh sweet Amontillado

          In the short story "The Cask Of Amontillado" a man murdered his friend (who was a wine taster) in a wine cellar. How crazy is that? The main character tricked his friend saying he was needing someone to taste his this wine that was supposed to be good and he had this renound wine taster to taste it for him but the main characters friend was arrogant and thought nobody was as good a wine taster as him if anyone should try it it should be him.
          So he led his friend down to the wine cellar and chained him up and burried him in a wall, as a reader its up to myself to figure how he died could be from hypothermia, he was sick, or a combination of being sick and his heart pacing from being scared, also suffocation. Either way it must have been a horrible death. I myself would never wanna go out that way. But the reason the Amontillado was so important name is because it is a wine, and as we know the friend was murdered in a wine cellar. So its kind of ironic I think. Not only does the title mean a wine but the friend who was a wine taster got killed in a wine cellar.
          So I think Amontillado is so important because it really sets off the setting and scheme of the story it was a pretty crazy story. Edgar Allan Poe is truly a genious with his work, and to me its kind of crazy how one thinks of stories like that got to have a brilliant mind to really pull that off.