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FC: SADNESS VS MADNESS ArunS

1: TABLE OF CONTENTS 1. 10 POEMS 2. POETIC DEVICES 3. PERSONAL RESPONSES 4. CRITICAL INTERPRETATIONS 5. BIOGRAPHY OF POETS

2: 10 POEMS

3: A Sad Child by Margret Atwood CANADIAN You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll you need to sleep. Well, all children are sad but some get over it. Count your blessings. Better than that, buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet. Take up dancing to forget. Forget what? Your sadness, your shadow, whatever it was that was done to you the day of the lawn party when you came inside flushed with the sun, your mouth sulky with sugar, in your new dress with the ribbon and the ice-cream smear, and said to yourself in the bathroom, I am not the favorite child. My darling, when it comes right down to it and the light fails and the fog rolls in and you're trapped in your overturned body under a blanket or burning car, and the red flame is seeping out of you and igniting the tarmac beside you head or else the floor, or else the pillow, none of us is; or else we all are. http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sad-child/

4: Tears, Idle Tears a poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more! http://www.famousliteraryworks.com/tennyson_tears_idle_tears.htm

5: My World My world, Came crashing down around me, So unprepared, For the consequences I didn't see. My world, Shattered by a devastating blow, So broken, Confronted by what I didn't know. My world, Plunged into the darkest night, So terrified, All my hopes and dreams fell out of sight. My world, Had been ripped and torn apart, So desperate, A horrible pain tearing at my heart. My world, Had been wrecked beyond repair, So dejected, Sometimes I felt I didn't even care. My world, Was in ruins all because of you, So heartbreaking, And there was nothing at all I could do... http://janspoetryplace.webs.com/poemsofsadness.htm {©2006 Jan Brooks}

6: A World Of Pain © Daniela N. I'm living in a world of pain. I'm living a world of hurt. I'm living in a world of sorrow. Hiding behind a wall, I fake a smile and cover my scars, Hoping to hide all emotions from friends. I hide my pain behind a fake smile, my scars under a jacket, and as for my tears, I just hold them in, waiting till the night when I can drown my sorrows in a pillow. I am alone in this world. A world of sorrow and pain. A world of disappointment and grief. I'm stuck in a horrible world, and I don't know what to do. http://www.bestteenpoems.com/poem/a-world-of-pain#66wXVbPPXz7lBQAh.99

7: Come by the Sword, Die by the Sword by Mystic Rose I hear your anger as it snaps like elastic spools stretched on metaled chairs Fresh out of high school, your manly bullying was no match, for a split hare With a fresh scrubbed mouth that didn’t talk, I sized you up, oh what a room You pounced at me like a tiger’s jowls while endorsing me,” leaving so soon?” So the mantra began, as you pinned me to your angry fists, just where I breathe You said, “I want you out!” you lied and got me sacked, you were a special breed Did you know, you had a young spirited woman, still green from home schooling? Years in the making, I tucked you like a Rose behind my ear guess I was only fooling For when I got the news through Reader’s Digest of your amputation and gangrene Well I didn’t even cry one crocodile, though my eyes did turn a lovely shade of green Twice my age and feeling threatened by a slip of a girl who ate you out of your house I’d like to say on my defense Mr. N, as I read the news, I sit here, quiet as a mouse!

8: Insanity Is Caitlin Sales Insanity Is the comfort of a pillow, used for suffocation. Insanity Is the warmth of a gun, used for a death shot. Insanity Is the enabler, The barrier breaker, The undertaker. Insanity Is a safety zone. Insanity Is a shield. Insanity Is a guard for all to take part in it, All who brush with it, All who dwell in it. Insanity Is the abstract thoughts, the rotund ways. Insanity Is the thought that you can do anything. Insanity Is the fact that people can question, can insult, can pry, And they never seem to affect you, And they never will. Insanity Is a soft room, padded with cushy walls. Insanity Is a group of people, who try to figure out what's wrong. Insanity Is not quite knowing what's going on, Having that privilege, Having that power. Insanity Is engulfing, a single being in itself. Insanity Is the process of losing yourself. Insanity Is the way you go when you just seem to snap, Lucky enough to see nothing, Lucky that everything goes black. http://hellopoetry.com/words/4826/insanity/poems/

9: Unstable Imagination by Cinthia Victor surrounded by nothing but cold walls, as my mind sets on a vigorous tour, but what intrudes and obstructs my concentration, a noise so evil in origination. Battling with the current distraction, and trying to get my mind in unification, was nothing but a wasted effort, as the noise pierced deeper with cruel pressure. Shattered was my co-ordination, as the noise drone louder in determination, ruining every effort at my mind stabilization. Beyond my blurred vision, a figure far from recognition, seems to have taken a creepy shape, and waving in a terrifying way, plunging me into a panic state, as my heart leaped from its case. In a flash the image is taken away, making me wonder in vain, as to whether it's terror game, leading my mind astray. But the deeper penetration of the shrieking sound, further sets my mind ablaze, as ripped apart was my brain. Sanity was far from hold, as the walls around me began to fold, making me mentally cold. If only this moments daze, will turn out to be an imaginary haze, but here i am up for another medication, as i am been haunted by the reflection, of my unstable imagination. http://www.darkpoetry.com/node/work/183671 Surrounded by nothing but cold walls, as my mind sets on a vigorous tour, but what intrudes and obstructs my concentration, a noise so evil in origination. Battling with the current distraction, and trying to get my mind in unification, was nothing but a wasted effort, as the noise pierced deeper with cruel pressure. Shattered was my co-ordination, as the noise drone louder in determination, ruining every effort at my mind stabilization. Beyond my blurred vision, a figure far from recognition, seems to have taken a creepy shape, and waving in a terrifying way, plunging me into a panic state, as my heart leaped from its case. In a flash the image is taken away, making me wonder in vain, as to whether it's terror game, leading my mind astray. But the deeper penetration of the shrieking sound, further sets my mind ablaze, as ripped apart was my brain. Sanity was far from hold, as the walls around me began to fold, making me mentally cold. If only this moments daze, will turn out to be an imaginary haze, but here i am up for another medication, as i am been haunted by the reflection, of my unstable imagination.

10: Being Normal by Arun Sarana To be Normal aren't you mad? Why be Normal God isn't normal He punishes for good deeds The devil isn't normal He kills for fun What makes Hitler insane? He killed a few people He killed like you killed that ant No proper person can stay normal You can stay normal as long as you want But, tick tock, tick tock Before you know it You back where you started Insane.

11: Asylum by Arun Sarana Piercing needles everywhere Giving larger amounts of doses than necessary Screams like a banshee heard from miles away Cries for no apparent reason Doctors who should not be doctors Performing surgeries that aren't needed Straps strangling the 'patients' Most patients rock back and forth Most just sit there Others laugh, even though no joke was told Bloody hand prints on the walls Scars, the patients performed themselves What makes them 'different' Or are we the 'different' ones

12: The Color of Insanity by Monte Banner- CANADIAN Everywhere i look i see absence, Even past barbed wire fences, And it seems all life is past tense. My whole body then tenses. Is this a prison, Because the sight is not by choice, Life is becoming but a vision. Random glimpses leaves me with no voice. I cant speak about what i feel, Even if urged, I cant speak because that would make it too real. Hate not dealt with but purged. I don't really hate... not in that way, Its an expression of emotion too deep to tell, The deep cauldron of hope to untouchable to slay. Anguish only matched by the fire in Hell. Glasses half full leave me half empty, White noise is the right metaphor to use, Life that's too void to tempt me. Existence is an unsolvable puzzle yet I'm searching for clues. Dead Roses freshly picked and sold, In deep soil that seems too fertile, The use of life for gain shown so bold. My mind only seems to see deep shades of purple. The color of insanity.

13: Poetic Devices Cacophony Thinking “Tears, Idle Tears” Glittering “Tears, Idle Tears” Strange as in dark summer dawns “Tears, Idle Tears” Reddens “Tears, Idle Tears” Awakened “Tears, Idle Tears” Casement “Tears, Idle Tears” Chemical “A Sad Child” Consequences “My World” Unprepared “My World” Shattered by a devastating blow “My World” Confronted “My World” Darkest “My World” Desperate “My World” Wrecked “My World” Cover my scars “My World of Pain” Disappointment “My World of Pain” Abstract thoughts “Insanity Is” Obstruct my concentration “Unstable Imagination” Current distraction “Unstable Imagination” Shattered was co-ordination “Unstable Imagination” Determination “Unstable Imagination” Tick Tock “Being Normal” Existence “The Color of Insanity “Monte Banner”

14: Metaphor Insanity is the comfort of a pillow “Insanity Is” Insanity is the warmth of a gun “Insanity Is” Insanity is a safety zone “Insanity Is” Insanity is a shield “Insanity Is” Insanity is a guard “Insanity Is” Insanity is the abstract thoughts “Insanity Is” Insanity is the thought that you can do anything “Insanity Is” Insanity is the fact that people can question “Insanity Is” Insanity is a soft room “Insanity Is” Insanity is a group of people “Insanity Is” Insanity is not quite know what’s going on “Insanity Is” Insanity is the process of losing yourself “Insanity Is” Life is becoming a vision “The Color of Insanity” Deep cauldron of hope “The Color of Insanity” Existence is an unsolvable puzzle “The Color of Insanity”

15: Assonance Tears, idle Tears, mean “Tears, Idle Tears” Depth of some despair “Tears, Idle Tears” Looking on “Tears, Idle Tears” So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more “Tears, Idle Tears” Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns “Tears, Idle Tears” Dear as remembered kisses after death “Tears, Idle Tears” Mouth sulky with sugar “A Sad Child” So unprepared, for consequences I didn’t see “My World” World of sorrow “A World of Pain” Hoping to hide all emotions from “A World Of Pain” Drown my sorrow in a pillow “A World Of Pain” Comfort of a pillow “Insanity Is” Insanity is a guard for all to take part in it “Insanity Is” Group of people, who try to figure out what’s going on “Insanity Is” Insanity is engulfing, is engulfing, a single being in itself “Insanity Is” Surrounded by nothing but cold “Unstable Imagination” Mind in unification “Unstable Imagination” Pierced deeper with cruel pressure “Unstable Imagination” Seems to have taken a creepy “Unstable Imagination” Doses than necessary “Asylum” Doctors who should not be doctors “Asylum” Seems all life is past tense “The Color of Insanity”

16: Simile Hug your sadness like an eyeless doll “A Sad Child” I hear your anger as it snaps like elastic spools “Come by the Sword, Die by the Sword” You pounced at me like a tiger’s jowls “Come by the Sword, Die by the Sword” Screams like a banshee “Asylum” Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail “Tears, Idle Tears Connotation Hug your sadness “A Sad Child” Crocodile “Come by the Sword, Die by the Sword” Green “Come by the Sword, Die by the Sword” My World “My World” Fresh scrubbed mouth “Come by the Sword, Die by the Sword” Imagery Glimmering Square “Tears, Idle Tears” Your new dress with the ribbon and the ice-cream smear “A Sad Child” The light falls and the fog rolls in “A Sad Child” You’re trapped in your overturned body under a blanket or burning car “A Sad Child” My World came crashing down around me “My World” Hiding behind a wall, I fake a smile and cover my scars “A World of Pain” Insanity is a soft room, padded with cushy walls “Insanity Is” Bloody hand prints on the walls “Asylum”

17: Rhyme Rhyme throughout the poem “My World” Rhyme throughout the poem “The Color of Insanity” Hold, fold, cold “Unstable Imagine” Daze, haze “Unstable Imagination” Alliteration Tears, idle tears, I know what not they mean “Tears, Idle Tears” Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns “Tears, Idle Tears” You’re sad because you’re sad “A Sad Child” Barrier Breaker “Insanity Is” Insanity is a guard for all to take in it “Insanity Is” Tick Tock “Being Normal”

18: Hyperbole All children are sad “A Sad Child” Flushed with the sun “A Sad Child” My world came crashing down around me “My World” My world shattered by a devastating blow “My World” I’m living in a world of sorrow “A World of Pain” Drown my sorrows in a pillow “A World of Pain” Hyperbole used throughout the poem “Insanity Is” Surrounded by nothing but cold walls “Unstable Imagination” My mind sets on a vigorous tour “Unstable Imagine” Everywhere I look I see absence “The Color of Insanity” Existence is an unsolvable puzzle yet I’m searching for clues Repetition Lines 1 and 2 – Tears “Tears, Idle Tears” Throughout the poem – My World “My World” First 3 lines – I’m living in a world “A World of Pain” Throughout the poem – Insanity Is “Insanity Is” Lines 8 and 9 – He killed “Being Normal” Last lines of stanzas 2 and 3 – So sad “Tears, Idle Tears” Lines 15 and 16 – A World “A World of Pain” 3rd Stanza, lines 1 and 3 – I can’t speak “The Color of Insanity”

19: Personal Response of "Come by the Sword, Die by the Sword" Personally, I think no matter how much awareness is given, bullying will always exist. I chose the poem “Come by the Sword, Die by the Sword” by Mystic Rose because I believe every person who went to school has been a bully or been bullied even if they didn’t realize it so pretty much everyone can relate to it. Personally I have been a bully and been bullied before and being a bully gives you a false sense of power by hurt someone else’s feelings. Being bullied is different because what you feel because of bullying is real. Being bullied can stick in your mind forever while the bully forgets about the situation within minutes. This poem told a story in a way and I prefer stories over poetry and this is a case of both. I wish I never bullied before because I still think about the times I had been bullied so I’m sure one of the kids I bullied thinks the same thing. I don’t think bullying will end because like I said most people who bully others don’t even know that they are bully someone else. The only person that truly knows is the person being bullied and usually they are too embarrassed to bring it up. The mood of this poem makes me feel sad and sympathetic to the person being bullied because I know how the person is feeling and it isn’t a good feeling. Bully is a big issue within schools and I hope it will end someday.

20: Personal Response for "Asylum" I was inspired to write this poem after watching a horror movie about an insane asylum. The movie frightened and fascinated me. I was fascinated by the fact that the patients looked like normal people but were so, so different. Some were cutting themselves, others banging their head on the wall. Questions like “Why are they like that?” and “Why isn’t everyone like them?” came to mind while writing this poem. I cannot relate to this poem since I have never been to an asylum, so all the descriptions were based off the movie. I am proud of this poem because vivid images come to mind while I re-read it. I wrote this poem hoping to make the reader feel the same way I felt while watching the movie, terrified. I always found the setting of an insane asylum interesting. From looking up images they look exactly like hospitals, but why are they considered scary? I think people are afraid of ‘insane’ people therefore a building of ‘insane’ people is horrible. While writing this poem, I pretended to put myself in the shoes of a nurse, listing what the nurse sees and his thoughts of the place. By doing this I attempted of giving an honest, first person view of an asylum. I love asylum based movies and I would want to visit an insane asylum one day, just not alone.

21: Critical Interpretation of "A Sad Child" The poem “A Sad Child” by Margret Atwood suggests that people look to materialistic things to subside sadness. “Count your blessings. Better than that buy, a hat. Buy a coat or pet”. This statement says that people find happiness from buying things but that is only temporary happiness The poet also discusses how a child’s sadness is life changing. Certain childhood events stick with people till they die, therefore maintaining a child’s happiness is important. The poet writes “All children are sad, but some get over it”. This statement means the all children are sad at one point, whether it would be over a lost toy or a lost mother. But some children are mentally stronger than other children therefore giving them the ability to move on quicker and learn from others mistakes. “Hug your sadness like an eyeless doll” this quote states that children also use materials to stay away from sadness, in this case a doll. The poet uses the line “I am not a favorite child” to cause the reader to feel more sadness. Margret Atwood uses imagery to describe how someone is feeling while they are sad “you’re trapped in your overturned body under a blanket or burning car, and the red flame is seeping out of you and igniting the tarmac beside your head”. Many people stay away from others while their feeling sad and use money and materials to make them feel better. The only thing that can truly make you feel happy is the company of others.

22: Critical Interpretation of "Tears, Idle Tears" “One shall not dwell on the past”. In the poem “Tears, Idle Tears” by Alfred Lord Tennyson discusses that people should not focus on the past since it is over and there is no way to change it. The poet is wise in saying this because the past is done, and what you have done is what you must live with. The poet uses paradox effectively “O Death in Life” the poet is representing the past with death since you can’t bring back the past just like you can’t bring someone from death. The poet brings up life because just because you can’t do anything about the past still means the past happened and is a part of your life. The poet titled the poem “Tears, Idle Tears” because his is using tears to represent the past. It says idle tears because the past is always stuck in the back of our mind. Since not everyone’s past is bad, the poet uses the line “Dear as remembered kisses after death” to show that remember the good times in your past is pleasant as a kiss. Alfred Lord Tennyson tells a lot about the past but doesn’t mention the word once. By doing this the poet makes the reader think more deeply, therefore think more deeply about their own past.

23: Critical Interpretation of "Insanity Is" The poem “Insanity Is” by Catilin Sales discusses how you can be insane without knowing it. The poet's use of metaphors and hyperbole makes the poem more interesting and pleasing to read. The poet states an absurd line “Insanity is the comfort of a pillow” then states an insane act after “used for suffocation”. By doing this the poet makers the reader wonder and give them a laugh. Even when doing the simplest act we are mimicking an insane act. Most people can agree that by thinking deeply, we also start to think insanely. For example if a person if sitting on a train surrounded by people, the person thinks many things. One of those things could be to jump up and down or kill everyone around him. Of course a regular person doesn’t share each one of their thoughts because others would think he or she is insane. Insane acts can be done with any usual item, such as a pillow usually used for sleep, instead used to suffocate someone. How society looks at things is completely different. A little girl sees an unmarked van and thinks it’s the ice cream man, while a teenager see’s a rapist van. Every person has their own definition of insane.

24: Critical Interpretation of "A World of Pain" The poem “A World of Pain” by Danielle N is about the views of the world from a depressed or sad person’s perspective. Danielle N uses a sad mood throughout the poem to make the reader to feel sympathetic of the speaker in the poem. Close to every line in the poem is depressing “I’m living in world of hurt”. The speaker is so depressed that he or she cuts themselves “I fake a smile and cover my scars”. A person’s mood is chosen by the person themselves. A person feels different emotions from other people or events that happen to them. The event that happened to the speaker in the poem must have been tragic to look so negatively to the world “I’m living in a world of sorrow”. Since no information is given on the speaker, it is impossible to guess what event caused the speakers mood. But the speaker is choosing to hate the world and everyone in it even though the world didn’t do anything to the speaker. The speaker is saddened by the event that occurred therefore the speaker hates on everything to make themself feel better. It is understandable to stay upset for a certain period of time but sooner or later everyone has to move on.

25: Critical Interpretation of "My World" “Your worse day, Is someone else’s best day”. The poem “My World” by Jan Brooks is a description of how someone is feeling after a saddening event. The event in the poems situation could be a death of someone close or a spouse leaving them. Jan Brooks’ use of the word “you” suggests the person speaking in the poem is feeling sad because of someone else. The way you feel, or why you’re feeling that way is usually because of someone else, for example a girl receives flowers, that girl will feel happy and she feels happy because of that guy who gave her flowers. The speaker in the poem must have been through a very saddening experience “My world, had been ripped and torn apart”. The author’s use of hyperbole makes readers feel the way the speaker feels. But by doing this, the author might also give a false thought to readers. Readers may think this is about a mother who just lost her son, or about a 13 year old girl who’s boyfriend of two days broke up with her. I’m sure many people can agree that they have felt the way the speaker has at one point in their lives, even though some didn’t deserve to.

26: Poet Biography Margaret Atwood is a famous Canadian Poet and is famous for poems like “A Sad Child” and “Flying inside your own body”. Margaret was born in Ottawa, Canada on November 18 1939 was the second child of three. Her father, Carl Edmund Atwood was an entomologist which is someone who studies insects. Atwood’s success as a writer is surprising since she did not attend full time school until she was in grade 8. But she began reading and writing when she was 6. She went to Leaside High School in Leaside, Toronto and graduated in 1957. About mid-way through her high school career she decided she wanted to become a professional writer. After high school Margaret went to Victoria College in the University of Toronto, where she wrote various poems. In 1961 she graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in English with honour's. Later that year she won the E.J. Pratt Medal for her privately printed book of poems. After that she went to graduate studies at Harvard’s Radcliffe College. She got a master’s degree from there and planned on doing more graduate studies at Harvard for two years but didn’t end up doing it. For the next couple years she began teaching at many schools like, UBC, UOA, and York U. After that she settled down with Jim Polk and later divorcing him in 1973. Later she married again with Graeme Gibson and had a daughter named Eleanor in 1976. As a poet Margaret focused on writing about life lessons, her personal experiences and challenges. All her poems have strong messages to them. Since Margaret is still alive to this day she continues to win awards like an honorary degree of Doctor of Literature in 2011 and in 2012 she was given an honorary degree from the Royal Military College of Canada.

27: Poet Biography Alfred, Lord Tennyson is a famous poet born in Somersby, England on August 6 1809 and died on October 6 1892 at the age of 83. Alfred is known for poems like “Break, Break, Break” and “Tears, Idle Tears”. Alfred was born into a middle class family but had royal ancestry. Alfred and his two older brothers began writing poetry in their teens. One of Alfred’s brothers named Charles Tennyson Turner married Louisa Sellwood who’s younger sister got married to Alfred. Alfred went to Louth Grammar School for four years then went to Scaitcliffe School, later he went to Trinity College. Alfred released his first book in 1827 called “Poems by Two Brothers” with his best friend Arthur Henry Hallam. In 1829 Alfred was awarded with the Chancellors Gold Medal for one of his early poems called “Timbuctoo”. Alfred published more poems as time went and became celebrated poems. Alfred, Lord Tennyson was an amazing poet and his poems will be studied for years.

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