Eric+Loth

=__My favorite quote:__= "Poetry is the silent voice that is heard everywhere inside of us...." - Unknown

=**Ode:**=

I see you close, but really you're far Thousand miles aways, just wanna find where you are I feel the pumps in my heart pumping real fast Clash against everything I faced that got trashed in the past I see you but do you see me I feel you but do you feel me Only you can make me happy But now that you're gone Life just moves on

=Sonnet:= Poem is life:

Poetry is everywhere in our lifes Everyday's a poem if you make it Poetry doesn't have to be rhyming It can be just a sentence that you say Poetry is a key in every life The key to open a door to new doors The key to find yourself when you are lost Poetry is life, so take advantage Everywhere you turn there is a poem People say what's the point of poetry The point is, this's what keeps people alive There is a motto that people go by And it has been told, poetry or die Poem is life, just think of poems right

=I was raised:=

I was raised where cash ruled everything around me. Where my mom cared so much but my father never gave a fuck. I was raised with a huge house that had a backyard the size of a soccer field. But i hated the place that i live at. Stuck at a place that feels like a forest. I was raised to forget and move on, every event I had in my childhood just sucks. I had thoughts that always said, is this enough? I was raised to stand up for myself when i know i need to. I'm not a fighter but damn sure i can protect myself when i need. I was raised not to care, of what other got to say. I was always told if you know its not true then why get made, listening to fake facts is just stupid of you. I was raised to become the man i am today.

=You Had Something Special:=

Fight Fight, i feel as if thats all i ever hear Gunshots, that lead to deaths, as death appears as a game People need to grow up to learn that the game that is being played, is the game that they would hate to be in. Open up your eyes and see the other side, Don't you think getting locked up is starting to be horrible. You had a bright future but you decided to live in the past Live and forget, get that in your mind. Just because she left you, doesn't mean she had to die You had a life and she had a life, but you threw it away Instead of making a change you decided to go a different way.

=My Work:= I started of my poem as a story. Everyone one likes to read a good story so i create a story but in poetry. I choose to have a rhyme at the end because i love to rhyme. Also i choose to write my poem the way i wrote it to send a message. And this message is live and forget. I got the idea of writing this poem when i remembered the time i witnessed a little girl getting shot in front of me. =__Dylan Thomas__=

**And death shall have no dominion**

And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion. No more may gulls cry at their ears Or waves break loud on the seashores; Where blew a flower may a flower no more Lift its head to the blows of the rain; Though they be mad and dead as nails, Heads of the characters hammer through daisies; Break in the sun till the sun breaks down, And death shall have no dominion.

**My hero bares his nerves**

My hero bares his nerves along my wrist That rules from wrist to shoulder, Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost, Leans on my mortal ruler, The proud spine spurning turn and twist.

And these poor nerves so wired to the skull Ache on the lovelorn paper I hug to love with my unruly scrawl That utters all love hunger And tells the page the empty ill.

My hero bares my side and sees his heart Tread, like a naked Venus, The beach of flesh, and wind her bloodred plait; Stripping my loin of promise, He promises a secret heat.

He holds the wire from the box of nerves Praising the mortal error Of birth and death, the two sad knaves of thieves, And the hunger's emperor; He pulls the chain, the cistern moves.

**Light breaks where no sun shines**

Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides; And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads, The things of light File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

A candle in the thighs Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age; Where no seed stirs, The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars, Bright as a fig; Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.

Dawn breaks behind the eyes; From poles of skull and toe the windy blood Slides like a sea; Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky Spout to the rod Divining in a smile the oil of tears.

Night in the sockets rounds, Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes; Day lights the bone; Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin The winter's robes; The film of spring is hanging from the lids.

Light breaks on secret lots, On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain; When logics dies, The secret of the soil grows through the eye, And blood jumps in the sun; Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.

=Analysis Paragraphs:=

Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines

By: Dylan Thomas

Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides; And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads, The things of light File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

A candle in the thighs Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age; Where no seed stirs, The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars, Bright as a fig; Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.

Dawn breaks behind the eyes; From poles of skull and toe the windy blood Slides like a sea; Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky Spout to the rod Divining in a smile the oil of tears.

Night in the sockets rounds, Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes; Day lights the bone; Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin The winter's robes; The film of spring is hanging from the lids.

Light breaks on secret lots, On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain; When logics dies, The secret of the soil grows through the eye, And blood jumps in the sun; Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.

In the poem "Light breaks where no sun shines" the poet uses inspirational lines to get the reader into it. A major theme in this poem is, finding your true spot. A place you would never think of, but once you get there you will find out who you really are. This place is secret and only you could bring yourself there. A technique this poet uses in the poem is metaphors. The poem relates a lot of objects to another, for an example "A candle in the thighs". The poet is comparing a candle to thighs. And a example of this is The poet uses comas and semicolons to create a pause in his poem. There are only 1 period at the end of each stanza. They reason why i think this poem is inspirational is because his lines are basically saying keep searching. For an example in the first line of the last stanza it say's "Light breaks on secret lots, On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain". When this line was read the only thing that was in my mind is, who am I. The poet wrote this line to tell people that you don't have to shine with a spotlight, you can shine in the basement if you want. Also in the 5-6 lines of the first stanza the poet say's The things of light File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bone". These lines were written to say that at the weirdest spots that you would never think off is probably the place where you would find who you truly are and what you really like to do. I like this poem because the poet uses so many examples of what he is trying to say to show is that there are multiple ways of doing something and not only one.