Personificating Seven Days

Personification is a literary language that describes an inanimate objects with humane or animistic characteristics or movements.

Sunday: Procrastinating Sunday. He's typically a young lazy person saving everything to the end. And when the deadline arrives he sits at his coffee table, still dressed in his pajamas, with a bad case of bed hair  his back hunched over the wooden table, with his glasses on and works on his assignments. Sometimes it isn't assignments that he wait to do, he would run in his most casual and comfiest of clothes into the laundromat, ignoring the fact that its really full during the days. He really needed to wash his clothes he was down to his last pair of pants. He would run to his cable service, it was the last day to pay the bill. Sunday's a lovable and casual person, but you can't rely on him.

Monday:  She is unforgiving, like a strict old nun with a ruler in one hand and chalk in the other. Her hair is pure white making her seem angelic but the truth is that not even evil would stay with her wretched soul. Her teeth yellowed and crooked, she bares her teeth snarling at the innocent souls that merely passes her. She is dressed in the most darkest funeral clothes as if she was mourning the death of everyone in the world. She should be avoided like the black cat, if it crosses in front of you YOU SHALL NOT PASS. She will beat you into shape again to meet the rest of the unending day. Her presence fills the body with chills and hatred, you wish that she would pass away soon. But betting on her abominable soul not even death would want to greet her face, she would be forced to stay in limbo and haunt the grounds of where she dies.

Tuesday: She is the quietest of all people. She sits in the back of the classroom watching both the class and the teacher. She would rather not speak and make herself known. She wears dull colored clothes in order to blend in with her surroundings better. She does not want to be noticed and she isn't. Her face is always neutral, when she wants to smile she would hold her hand to her mouth in the most discretely way possible and let a little chuckle. She knows everything and everyone, she knows the gossip of the school, she knows the secrets of the school. But she keeps to herself and nobody complains, not even her.

Wednesday: He is the calmest of all people. Like a captain for a ship, he would look calm in the eyes of his passengers and save the day. His posture is serious and he is willing to learn for an education, he will not give up, and he believes in a no win scenarios. He believes that if he made it this far, than to give up would make all his hard work useless. He would work himself to the bone, he is confident and attentive. He is dressed in his best of clothing and when he's forced to wear casual clothes it would be iron to perfection and not a single wrinkle or flaw would be spotted on him. He's a serious person and yet the calmest, like the eye in the storm,

Thursday: He's fun to hang around with, he knows the best of jokes and he knows when to quit. He's easy going and also aware of his surroundings. Although he's easy going and fun to hang around with he is serious and should not be made angry. You wouldn't want to be anywhere near him when he's mad. He wouldn't harm you or say anything bad to you or about you. All he would do is to cut off all ties and vows to never speak to you, and to make you feel guilty of what you've done. He wears color clothing that isn't too bright or too noticeable, in fact, it's just right. His clothing suits him and he wears it just right. He's one of the most easiest and enjoyable person of his class.

Friday: In one word, Friday would be considered as hyper. He's like a child who had a whole box of chocolate chip cookies that were dipped in chocolate syrup and had rainbow jimmy's on top. He's too excited, too cheerful, too jumpy, too unfocused. He dressed like teenager wearing mix matching clothes that wouldn't work together but somehow did. He stay's up late and parties as if the world was about to end the next day. Perhaps it is. Beside the point, Friday is just too exhilarating and uncontrollable. His personality influences the people around him and sometimes they all end up in serious trouble. He never think things through, and he's irresponsible.

Saturday: He's the most laziest of all, he sleeps like a bear in hibernation. Believe it or not, his normal time to wake up is twelve, noon, he considers two in the afternoon oversleeping. He doesn't eat breakfasts since technically he always misses it, lunch is his first meal. He stays home in him pajamas and uses his time to do... nothing. He's unethically unproductive. He'd drag his feet on the carpet too lazy to pick up his feet. He doesn't even brush his hair, bed hair is cool. He ponders on why would he change out of his pajamas? He was going to be home all day anyways. Though he fixes his bed, he has to draw the line somewhere and the bed was the line. If he's in the mood perhaps he would do his homework and leave nothing for any other days. But that's only a possibility not a promise or goal.

Simile and Metaphor

Simile- Simile is a type of form of describing and relating two things together with a form of relationship using the words 'like', or 'as'. Simile stresses a situation, expression, or description to an extent of familiarity and knowledge. Simile is using a relationship of two objects and boldly giving its relationship.

Simile is an important part of writing as it stresses a description or situation so that the reader can image the scene in their heads and to give the reader a sense of how significant the quality is. Simile is seen everywhere and its importance is always underestimated.

"That was just your life"
By: Metallica

Like a siren in my head that always threatens to repeat,

Like a blind man that is strapped into the speeding driver's seat,

Like a face that learned to speak, when all it knew was how to fight,

Like a misery that keeps me though I've gone astray

Like an endless nightmare I must awaken from each day

Contradiction,

A premonition,

Not worthy of, so I deny

I deny.

I blind my eyes and try to force it all into place,

I stitch them up, see not my fall from grace.

I blind my eyes, I hide and feel it passing me by

I open just in time to say goodbye.

Almost like your life,

Almost like your endless fight,

Cursed, the day is long,

Realize you don't belong,

Disconnect somehow,

Never stop the bleeding now

Almost like your fight,

And there it went,

Almost like your life.

[Solo]

Like a wound that keeps on bleeding to remind me not to think,

Like a raging river, drowning when i only need a drink,

Like a poison that i swallow, but i want the world to die.

Like a release from a prison that i didn't know i was in,

Like a fight to live the past I prayed to leave from way back when

Like a general without a mission until the wars start again,

Start again.

I blind my eyes and try and force it all into place,

I stitch them up, see not my fall from grace.

I blind my eyes, I hide and feel it passing me by

I open just in time to say goodbye.

Almost like your life,

Almost like your endless fight,

Cursed, the day is long,

Realize you don't belong,

Disconnect somehow,

Never stop the bleeding now

Almost like your fight,

And there it went,

Almost like your life.

[Solo]

Like a touch from hell,

I feel how hot that it can get if you get caught,

Like a strike from heaven that turns that key,

That brings you straight down to your knees,

Like a touch from hell,

I feel how hot that it can get if i get caught,

Like a strike from heaven to reprieve,

That brings you straight down to your knees.

Almost like your life,

Almost like your endless fight,

Cursed, the day is long,

Realize you don't belong,

Disconnect somehow,

Never stop the bleeding now

Almost like your fight,

And there it went,

Almost like your life.

That was just your life.

Tone: The tone of this piece feels to me like ignorance, anger, rage, and devastation.

Mood: The mood of this piece feels to me like pity, sadness, and nervous.

Meaning: the meaning of this song is that the main character is addicted with drugs and he describes his feelings with his drug addiction. He falls to his knees in grace, and his life was ending and falling away from him.

Metaphor- Metaphor is a type of literary speech that is a word, phrase, or thing that shows two things that are not alike are in most ways similar or relateable without using the words 'like' or 'as'. As difficult as it sounds it is possible.

Metaphor is an important part or writing as it insinuates that a person is that related thing. Metaphor is usually used as an insult since there are bad sides to an object that can insult or offend people. Metaphor is kind of rare figurative language but it boldly gets the message across.

"I'm already there"
By: Lonestar

He called her on the road

From a lonely cold hotel room

Just to hear her say I love you one more time

But when he heard the sound 

Of the kids laughing in the background

He had to wipe away a tear from his eye

A little voice came on the phone

Said "Daddy when you coming home"

He said the first thing that came to his mind

I'm already there

Take a look around

I'm the sunshine in your hair

I'm the shadow on the ground

I'm the whisper in the wind

I'm your imaginary friend

And I know I'm in your prayers

Oh I'm already there

She got back on the phone

Said I really miss you darling

Don't worry about the kids they'll be alright

Wish I was in your arms

Lying right there beside you

But I know that I'll be in your dreams tonight

And I'll gently kiss your lips

Touch you with my fingertips

So turn out the light and close your eyes

I'm already there

Don't make a sound

I'm the beat in your heart

I'm the moonlight shining down

I'm the whisper in the wind

And I'll be there until the end

Can you feel the love that we share

Oh I'm already there

We may be a thousand miles apart

But I'll be with you wherever you are

I'm already there

Take a look around

I'm the sunshine in your hair

I'm the shadow on the ground

I'm the whisper in the wind

And I'll be there until the end

Can you feel the love that we share

Oh I'm already there

Oh I'm already

There

Tone: The tone of this piece was desperation and angest

Mood: The mood of this piece was pity and remorse.

Meaning: The meaning of this piece was about a military man who was about to go over seas calls his wife and children to say good bye one last time to give them peace in case he dies during his serving. He gives them reassurence that if something did happen to him that he would be there in their dreams and in their hearts. And he died and fufilled his promise, he is with them in spirit and he helps them in their sorrows.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

We take for granted the simple things in life, we don't realize it but only when it is gone that we realize its real importance in life. Although it might seem simple today, the rights we have gained were fought with blood and misery. In Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s final speech, his speech spoken on April 3, 1968 he said, "We've got some difficult days ahead... But I want you to know tonight that we as a people will get to the promised land." Perhaps King believed that as a whole and if people screamed loud enough that they will achieve their dreams. Maybe he thought that he had finished his duty, the duty to inspire defiance and skepticism into all people. If Dr. King came into our urban school tomorrow I would say that he would be greatly perturbed.

One dream that Dr. King strove for was freedom towards racism, discrimination, and equality, which has been abused. We overcame racism, discrimination, and fought for equality but in this modern age you would see students walking around the hallways with their pants hanging beneath their waist. These students dress as though they were a part of gangs or something, speaking slang towards others. When going into the cafeteria you would see mass diversity between the students; Hispanic students huddled on one side of the cafeteria, and African-american students on the other. This is certainly what Dr. King wasn't hoping to gain, he wanted equality for all. 

Another flaw in our urban school that would disappoint Dr. King is the abuse of our freedom. Our freedom of speech is valued highly but it doesn't necessarily mean for us to speak every thought into words. Such as saying profanities after each word or saying something offensive towards others. Our freedom to take advantage of an education is lacking, with students who attend the school neither caring for an education or dropping out like flies. When Dr. King was young he would fight for an education equal to those of different race. Now that we have that same opportunity we deny it and ignore its importance in life. 

If Dr. King was summoned to our school I believe he wouldn't be happy, not at all. Though I believe that he would be proud of me, for I look upon my peers with indifference and I accept everyone as an equal. I take advantage of my education, as well as appear to be educated. I don't slur my speech to the standards of others and wear appropriate clothing at all times. I am a honors student and my surroundings are different than others, my peers and I see the world in a realistic view. Though there are things that Dr. King would be proud of, our school isn't one of them.

Hyperbole

To me, Hyperbole is a saying to exaggerate something from normal. And on occasions isn't meant to be taken lightly or versa, it tells the mood whether it be serious or lightly. Hyperbole is an important part of writing as it stresses a situation at its greatest or worst of times, and sometimes it humors that situation. It describes a situation or description to an extent where the dark clouds of the sky are tears of a person. It relates the impossibly relateble things together. Hyperbole is, in a way, the basic foundation of literature.

The Captive's Dream by Anne Bronte

Methought I saw him but I knew him not;
He was so changed from what he used to be,
There was no redness on his woe-worn cheek,
No sunny smile upon his ashy lips,
His hollow wandering eyes looked wild and fierce,
And grief was printed on his marble brow,
And O I thought he clasped his wasted hands,
And raised his haggard eyes to Heaven, and prayed
That he might die -- I had no power to speak,
I thought I was allowed to see him thus;
And yet I might not speak one single word;
I might not even tell him that I lived
And that it might be possible if search were made,
To find out where I was and set me free,
O how I longed to clasp him to my heart,
Or but to hold his trembling hand in mine,
And speak one word of comfort to his mind,
I struggled wildly but it was in vain,
I could not rise from my dark dungeon floor,
And the dear name I vainly strove to speak,
Died in a voiceless whisper on my tongue,
Then I awoke, and lo it was a dream!
A dream? Alas it was reality!
For well I know wherever he may be
He mourns me thus -- O heaven I could bear
My deadly fate with calmness if there were
No kindred hearts to bleed and break for me!

Tone: The tone was sad, and tragic
Mood: The mood was depressing, pitiful, and yearning.
Meaning: The meaning of this poem was what a captive felt when separated from her loved one. How all she wanted was for him to find her and that they could be together again. She imagined on how he'd look, how he'd react to her disappearance, and how she would comfort his soul. But with the inevitable realization that he would never come she cannot be put to rest.

"This Time It's Different"

Let GO!
This time it's different

I'm burning up
I'm filling up, see
Forever plagued with this fire inside me
Deliver all, to live or die blindly

It's empty it's bluffing defining the nothing
Interfering with the call of fate is crawling out of you and now
Finding comfort in the smallest spaces have sold out
I know I said
I hope I don't upset the light you defend
But this time it's different

Destroy my pain
Then capture life again
(This time it's different)
Destroy my shame
Can't live my life this way
LET! go, GO! let go
And capture life again
LET! go, GO! let go
Can't live my life this way

I'm giving up
I'm living but weak
I'm hearing voices from shadows inside me
I never sleep,
My eyes are too focused, too hopeless, too broken, too open, to notice
Interfering with the call of fate is crawling out of you, and now
Finding comfort in the smallest spaces have sold out
I know I said
I hope I don't upset the light you defend
But this time it's different

Destroy my pain
Then capture life again
(This time it's different)
Destroy my shame
Can't live my life this way
LET! go, GO! let go
And capture life again
LET! go, GO! let go
Can't live my life this way

(Question everything) [x4]

I open my eyes
A voice inside me
I open my mind
But this time it's different

Destroy my pain
Then capture life again
(This time it's different)
Destroy my shame
Can't live my life this way
LET! go, GO! let go
And capture life again
LET! go, GO! let go
Can't live my life this way
LET! go, GO! let go
And capture life again
LET! go, GO! let go
Can't live my life this way

(I'm burning up, I'm living but)
Can't live my life this way
(I'm burning up, I'm giving up)
Can't live my life this WAY!

Tone: The tone of this piece was anger, defiance, and determination
Mood: The mood was depressing and inspirational.
Meaning: My interpretation of this piece is about a man who is being changed for the better, by that I mean that before he didn't understand the needs of others. But after seeing with his eyes he can see what he was blinded by before. By seeing the world in a new light he is angered, determined, and willing to change. He is telling the change between his old eyes to his new as he embraces his new found enlightenment and leaves his old.