BC: THE END
FC: My Poetry Book By Erin Wilson
1: Found Poem Years from now memorys gone, They're tryin' to come back, all my senses push. There neither kind nor cruel, I wish only complete. I'm staring down myself, counting up the years. I think I'm moving but i go no where. Lets get lost tonight I need you right now. You start to wonder why you're here not there. Strangers touch. Can you see what I see? I've become what i can't be. Can you see what i see?
2: Comparison The poet I chose was E.E. Cummings and my musician I picked was One Republic. They compare in different ways based on their styles of writing. When I read examples of each persons writings I found they both were kind of edgey and realistic. In their song or poem they both brought so much emotion for the readers because they wrote about life and what they were feeling.
3: One Republic Stop and Stare I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah I know that everyone gets scared But I've become what I can't be Oh, do you see what I see.....
4: If Strangers meet If strangers meet life begins- not poor not rich (only aware) kind neither nor cruel (only complete) i not not you not possible; only truthful -truthfully, once if strangers(who deep our most are selves) touch: forver -E.E. Cummings
5: Couplet I shimmer with glee, For today i feel free. It's a beautiful day, a Spring hour in may. The ladybugs fly, I close my eyes and take a big sigh. I drink some lemonade. And my day starts to fade. | Free Verse I try to find you but your not there I look under and over and i call your name. Come to me. i am lost without you Where are you? I'm alone and lost and i need you. Come to me. speak to me. I am Lost in eternity.
6: Its a feeling of passion If you don't hug and kiss, It'll go down crashin'. Its tough you really have to work at it, Building up your trust slowley bit by bit. Its Physical and emotional Its love.
7: Air in a Cementary In the Cementary, I start to scream, and the fountain shimmers in harmony. Listen to the distressed air, and forgot the smeared graves. I feel denial in the cementary, and a stranger in the lagoon. I am a stranger in this world of danger. The air clashes with rose petals and cement.