PERFECTLY UNPERFECT

Perfectly Unperfect
If you love me
The world will keeps spinning
As the birds continue singing
While the wind blows
And the rivers go on with their flows

If I love you
The clouds will let down rain
Accidents so great will occur
Causing all around excruciating pain
And to this I concur
Corral reefs will die
Birds won’t fly
Dogs won’t bark
The sun won’t shine
It’ll always be dark
and grapes will turn into wine

If we love each other
All these things make sense
Natural disaster some might say
Who knows it might even snow in may
But that the weird thing about love
It works in mysterious ways

Explanation: I felt like the poet (Cummings) was sugar coating everything. I mimicked his ways of starting off his three paragraphs with if I love you, if you love me and if we love each other. However I decided to divide each paragraph into different sections. The first paragraph where I talk about his love for me I write down all the good things and things in life and on earth that happen everyday for example the world spinning. However in the second paragraph I write down many of the negative things in life like train accidents and pain. In this paragraph I also focus on things that would be tragic if they occurred like the sun not sing or birds not being able to sing. In the last paragraph where I talk about the love we have towards each other I make it all sense without making perfect sense. Its suppose to be confusing at the end because love itself is confusing. Its almost as if thought im taking the average of both sides to end up with a medium. What I mean by this is that I take all the good things plus all the bad things and as a result just end up with the present (as in what’s happening right now).
I chose to write my poem like this because like I mentioned before I felt that Cummings was sugar coating his poem a bit too much. Love is not all sweet so I felt like there’s no reason why I should sugar coat it when I can just write about the positives and negatives.

PJ#1 Response to "Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note" by Amiri Baraka

Now and Tomorrow (living life)
While you have become accustomed
Im still struggle to figure out what life has in stored for me
Every morning that I get up
to go to school, hang out with friends or simply relax ...

I cant help but think what life has in stored for me next
And everyday I live life to the fullest
keeping my distance form those unneccesarry people
And when they cannot be at a distance
I just ignore them
Im living my life
And when I hear my friends laugh and my family smile
I hope to stay with my family and friends for a long while
But only God knows my destiny
So in the meanwhile I will continue to aspire
To live life like I own it
and to keep thinking What does life have for me next?

EXPLANATION:
I decided to write a poem in response to the poem "Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide" by Amiri Baraka because I feel we have completely different feelings. The poem is a depressing and suicidal poem that looks forward to death rather than life. I however on the other hand don’t focus on death but instead on life. I feel that im at a point in my life where Im eager to know what’s next for me? Suicide is the last thing on my mind. I incorporated my friends and family in the poem because they are my main reason for life. If it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t be where I am today. I know im going somewhere in life but as of right now I don’t know where. During this journey I will encounter people I might not necessarily get along with or agree with but instead of focusing on the negative people in my life I will just ignore them(hint* hint* its in the poem) and focus on those who influence my life positively.

When Ure Hero Falls

when your hero falls from graceall fairy tales r uncoveredmyths exposed and pain magnifiedthe greatest pain discoveredu taught me 2 be strongbut im confused 2 c u so weaku said never 2 give upand it hurts 2 c u welcome defeatwhen ure hero falls so do the starsand so does the perception of tomorrowwithout my hero there is onlyme alone 2 deal with my sorrowyour heart ceases 2 workand your soul is not happy at allwhat r u expected 2 dowhen ure only hero falls
- by Tupac Shakur

Poetic Language

Poetic Language is whatever the writer wants it to be. It could be anything from regular everyday words to complex vocabulary. Personally I believe Poetic language is a composition of words put together in order to convey a certain feeling or emotion. Like Poetic language, Poetry also varies. There is no specific definition of what poetry is. A word could be poetry to somebody while to another person it could be JUST a word. Everybody has the power to make their own definition of poetry or poetic language. As long as you are satisfied with your definition than you are ready to create Poetry.