Claude+S's+Favorite+Poems

=Songs=

**__Vermillion__ (Slipknot)**
She seems dressed in all the rings Of past fatalaties So fragile yet so devious She continues to see it Climatic hands that press Her temples and my chest Enter the night that she came home Forever

Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)

She is everything and more The solemn hypnotic My Dahlia, you're bathed in posession She is home to me

I get neverous, perversed when I see her to worse But the stress is astounding It's now or never she's coming home Forever

Oh (She's the only one that makes me sad)

Hard to say what caught my attention Vixen crazy, Aphid Attraction Carve my name in my face, to recognize Such a pheromone cult to terrorize

I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me

(Yeah!)

I'm a slave, and I am a master No restraints and, unchecked collectors I exist throught my name, to self ablige She is something in me, the darkness finds

I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me

I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me I won't let this build up inside of me

SHE ISN'T REAL! I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL! SHE ISN'T REAL! I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL!

(She isn't real, I can't make her real) (She isn't real, I can't make her real)

=__ Analysis __= I like this song because it's deep, full of enotion, and like a poem can be analysed and meaning made out of it. Some analysis like looking into context of Cory who wrote this song we see that he broke up with his girlfriend and was emo... So this can show the meaning that it is about a girl who is lost and the persona is like sad about it. The bit where he says: "I'm a slave, and I am a master No restraints and, unchecked collectors I exist throught my name, to self ablige She is something in me, the darkness finds" This could be interpreted to mean how he is actually imagining the girl and she is not real This is also shown in the "SHE ISNT REAL! I CANT MAKE HER REAL!" This interpretation means that cory is obsesed with an imaginary girl and his imagination is taking over him "I wont let this build up inside of me" The vibe I get in this song is that he is stalking this girl and obsessed with her, this vibe continues more so in Vermillion Part 2.

Poems

 * __Oxymoron Poem__** (Unknown)

Admission is free pay at the door, pull up a chair and sit on the floor, On a bright sunny day in the middle of the night 2 dead boys got up to get in a fight. Back to back they faced each other, pulled out their knives and shot each other. A deaf policeman heard the noise, came to the scene and shot the dead boys. If you believe my story's not true, ask the blind man he saw it too.


 * __Analysis__**

I like this poem, just because it is cool and funny. I do not think there is any layers of meaning to the poem but that it is a cool poem using techniques

[|T. S. Eliot]
code //Mistah Kurtz—he dead.//

//A penny for the Old Guy//

**I**

We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom Remember us—if at all—not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.

**II**

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death’s dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind’s singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer In death’s dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer—

Not that final meeting In the twilight kingdom

**III**

This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man’s hand Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this In death’s other kingdom Waking alone At the hour when we are Trembling with tenderness Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone.

**IV**

The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless The eyes reappear As the perpetual star Multifoliate rose Of death’s twilight kingdom The hope only Of empty men.

**V**

//Here we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear Here we go round the prickly pear At five o’clock in the morning.//

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow //For Thine is the Kingdom//

Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow //Life is very long//

Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow //For Thine is the Kingdom//

For Thine is Life is For Thine is the

//This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.//

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 * __Analysis__**

I think that this poem is realy cool because it is confusing and seems like it jumps all over the place. Imagery that comes to my mind are scarecrows "Headpiece filled with straw" and "In a field, Behaving as the wind behaves". I feel like this poem is talking about people who are nothing, who are stuffed by other people what to think and value, but the poem jumps all over the place and this analysis does not reamain. I feel like it is about the people dieing as a nobody. it feels like it is talking about the people dieing and going somewhere, looking out and afraid of "the eyes" To me this poem makes the persona feel like a puppet who is "behaving as the wind behaves" because they are not true just doing what others want them to. they are hollow men with no true identity.