Submissions by daggerguns (.......................)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jul 2011 00:10am
27th Jul 2011 00:10am
A Good Way to Write
Write until the page is dripping with self
Wipe up the mess
Wipe up the mess
903 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Jul 2011 2:36am
26th Jul 2011 2:36am
Symbolism and Implied Meaning in Nathaniel Hawethorne's "Young Goodman Brown"
Josh Proctor
English 1102
Dr. Perry
April 28th, 2011
Symbolism and Implied Meaning in Hawthorne’s “Young Goodman Brown”
When applied to fiction, the term “allegory” typically means that not only will symbolism be present throughout the work, but the symbolism will generally work together to represent something much grander and more intricate than the happenings of the story itself. This is definitely the case in “Young Goodman Brown” by Nathaniel Hawthorne. The story itself is simple and straightforward: a man goes on a late-night journey into the forest, where he is...
English 1102
Dr. Perry
April 28th, 2011
Symbolism and Implied Meaning in Hawthorne’s “Young Goodman Brown”
When applied to fiction, the term “allegory” typically means that not only will symbolism be present throughout the work, but the symbolism will generally work together to represent something much grander and more intricate than the happenings of the story itself. This is definitely the case in “Young Goodman Brown” by Nathaniel Hawthorne. The story itself is simple and straightforward: a man goes on a late-night journey into the forest, where he is...
10135 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Jul 2011 5:17pm
25th Jul 2011 5:17pm
What's in a Name?-A Closer Look at the Names of Characters in Two Short Stories
Josh Proctor
English 1102
Dr. Perry
April 5th, 2011
What’s in a Name? A Closer Look at the Names of Characters in Two Short Stories
Many who appreciate literature hold “The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chopin and “The House on Mango Street” by Sandra Cisneros in high esteem, and a good portion of these critics consider both examples of groundbreaking feminist literature. “The Story of an Hour” is closely associated with the feminist reform movement that eventually led to the passage of the 19th Amendment. “The House on Mango Street” became a classic almost before it hit the...
English 1102
Dr. Perry
April 5th, 2011
What’s in a Name? A Closer Look at the Names of Characters in Two Short Stories
Many who appreciate literature hold “The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chopin and “The House on Mango Street” by Sandra Cisneros in high esteem, and a good portion of these critics consider both examples of groundbreaking feminist literature. “The Story of an Hour” is closely associated with the feminist reform movement that eventually led to the passage of the 19th Amendment. “The House on Mango Street” became a classic almost before it hit the...
2977 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Jul 2011 5:16pm
25th Jul 2011 5:16pm
A Playwright's Glimpse into Himself-The Purpose of Tom in Tennessee Williams' "The Glass Menagerie
Josh Proctor
English 1102
Dr. Perry
February 23, 2011
A Playwright’s Glimpse into Himself
The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams is a perfect example of the ability of plays to tell a story while also allowing the playwright to insert hundreds of scattered meanings through symbols, metaphors, language, etc. Not only has Williams inserted enough messages into this play to keep readers thinking for decades to come; he has inserted many aspects of his own life into the play, including a character that is based on himself, Tom. There are many reasons that a writer might...
English 1102
Dr. Perry
February 23, 2011
A Playwright’s Glimpse into Himself
The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams is a perfect example of the ability of plays to tell a story while also allowing the playwright to insert hundreds of scattered meanings through symbols, metaphors, language, etc. Not only has Williams inserted enough messages into this play to keep readers thinking for decades to come; he has inserted many aspects of his own life into the play, including a character that is based on himself, Tom. There are many reasons that a writer might...
917 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Jul 2011 5:12pm
24th Jul 2011 5:12pm
Pride under Oppression-Examining Paul Lawrence Dunbar's "We Wear the Mask"
Josh Proctor
English 1102
Dr. Perry
February 8th, 2011
Pride under Oppression
Halfway through my first reading of the “We Wear the Mask,” I might have guessed that this was yet another contemporary poet “discovering” the secret truth: people tend to hide their emotions from one another. However, the dates at the top of the poem indicated that the author, Paul Laurence Dunbar, was born in the late nineteenth century, and I kept this fact in mind as I finished the poem. Upon reading the last stanza, I concluded that my original impression was inadequate;...
English 1102
Dr. Perry
February 8th, 2011
Pride under Oppression
Halfway through my first reading of the “We Wear the Mask,” I might have guessed that this was yet another contemporary poet “discovering” the secret truth: people tend to hide their emotions from one another. However, the dates at the top of the poem indicated that the author, Paul Laurence Dunbar, was born in the late nineteenth century, and I kept this fact in mind as I finished the poem. Upon reading the last stanza, I concluded that my original impression was inadequate;...
1395 reads
1 Comment
SONG LYRICS
Published
24th Jul 2011 5:09pm
24th Jul 2011 5:09pm
Bliss and Hopelessness
He regained conciousness after several centuries of Sleep.
The first thing he noticed was a faint glistening, but it took
his eyes a few minutes to adjust to seeing while being closed.
This confused him at first, until he remembered that he was
still asleep, that everyone was. Everyone would continue to
strive for Sleep until no one had Dreams anymore. Luckily for
him, his last dream had been so long ago that he could not
have remembered it if he had wanted to...
The glistening was fresh on his mind, and he began to note
something odd about...
The first thing he noticed was a faint glistening, but it took
his eyes a few minutes to adjust to seeing while being closed.
This confused him at first, until he remembered that he was
still asleep, that everyone was. Everyone would continue to
strive for Sleep until no one had Dreams anymore. Luckily for
him, his last dream had been so long ago that he could not
have remembered it if he had wanted to...
The glistening was fresh on his mind, and he began to note
something odd about...
985 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
24th Jul 2011 3:45am
24th Jul 2011 3:45am
The World
he awoke from the Dream where the world was His
the nightmarish illusion that he was to blame
too much to bear, too sickening to loose
his conflicting thoughts distracted him
from the fact that his hands
were deeply devoted
deeply burned
there had been colonies again
the World was nothing more than a vortex
or an antecedant to the pronoun Him
the moon shone onto the sun
which had formed without the aid of fusion
or fission for the World
is not allowed to create itself
the dream had elapsed several...
the nightmarish illusion that he was to blame
too much to bear, too sickening to loose
his conflicting thoughts distracted him
from the fact that his hands
were deeply devoted
deeply burned
there had been colonies again
the World was nothing more than a vortex
or an antecedant to the pronoun Him
the moon shone onto the sun
which had formed without the aid of fusion
or fission for the World
is not allowed to create itself
the dream had elapsed several...
972 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jul 2011 3:44am
24th Jul 2011 3:44am
The Storm
Imagine you are on an island, and there is no way to get off.
Recently, you saw a news broadcast that warned residents of the island of a brewing storm.
You, along with the other residents, wait for more news.
Eventually, it is announced that the storm is coming directly to the island.
It is later revealed that the storm is going to wipe the island off of the map and that evacuation is necessary.
However, evacuation is impossible.
Some react immediately, and the rest pitch in to help wipe their hopelessness off of the streets.
Most are able to remain calm, but...
Recently, you saw a news broadcast that warned residents of the island of a brewing storm.
You, along with the other residents, wait for more news.
Eventually, it is announced that the storm is coming directly to the island.
It is later revealed that the storm is going to wipe the island off of the map and that evacuation is necessary.
However, evacuation is impossible.
Some react immediately, and the rest pitch in to help wipe their hopelessness off of the streets.
Most are able to remain calm, but...
814 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2011 7:08pm
23rd Jul 2011 7:08pm
What I Know Will Hurt Me
She was there only once, but in vivid dream
I remember her still in that moment serene
Words were not spoken for there was no need
True love was there without any decree
The moment was real for the time it was there
I noticed the street, but I did not care
All I could think was that she was the one
All of my sorrows were quickly undone
We kissed on the street, right under the light
I kept my eyes open to savor her sight
Her eyes were like jade as they met with my own
They told me to reap all the love I had sown
For as our eyes...
I remember her still in that moment serene
Words were not spoken for there was no need
True love was there without any decree
The moment was real for the time it was there
I noticed the street, but I did not care
All I could think was that she was the one
All of my sorrows were quickly undone
We kissed on the street, right under the light
I kept my eyes open to savor her sight
Her eyes were like jade as they met with my own
They told me to reap all the love I had sown
For as our eyes...
830 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2011 7:08pm
23rd Jul 2011 7:08pm
Sestina
Who shall ever rate me on their own scale
Understands not how I value my thought
My questions are pointless when given a grade
For is our right not to think what we want?
One of us thinks while the other observes
Simple criticisms in place of real help
I do not hate them for their lack of help
Nor do I grade them on anyone’s scale
I only heed that which their eye observes
Not phased by common or passing thought
I listen, however, but all that I want
Is life to give me a passing grade
For I will work for life’s stern grade
Even...
Understands not how I value my thought
My questions are pointless when given a grade
For is our right not to think what we want?
One of us thinks while the other observes
Simple criticisms in place of real help
I do not hate them for their lack of help
Nor do I grade them on anyone’s scale
I only heed that which their eye observes
Not phased by common or passing thought
I listen, however, but all that I want
Is life to give me a passing grade
For I will work for life’s stern grade
Even...
839 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2011 2:41am
23rd Jul 2011 2:41am
The Ancient's Tale (Reprise)
The Ancient’s tell of another time
When they were young themselves
The falling of leaves was music to them
They say it was like bells
They savored every moment they shared
Moments of true inner peace
This art, it would seem, is obsolete
The Ancient’s practice has ceased
Many teachings have come from their mouths
Wisdom reflected in word
The age-old practice of guarding one’s tongue
Now is just seen as absurd
We take what we can from the Ancient’s tales
All they want is to be understood
They love us and wish we would stop...
When they were young themselves
The falling of leaves was music to them
They say it was like bells
They savored every moment they shared
Moments of true inner peace
This art, it would seem, is obsolete
The Ancient’s practice has ceased
Many teachings have come from their mouths
Wisdom reflected in word
The age-old practice of guarding one’s tongue
Now is just seen as absurd
We take what we can from the Ancient’s tales
All they want is to be understood
They love us and wish we would stop...
636 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2011 2:40am
23rd Jul 2011 2:40am
The Few
I see the tides of the water now
With one foot in and another out
Seems deeper now than ever before
My foot can touch the ocean floor
Now as the leaves rest on the pool
Disrupting the starving, gasping school
The surface is playful but dangerous too
The leaves are ripped and remain few
Those few now brave the dangers beyond
The current sweeps, our few are gone
Lost adrift at blinding speeds
Far from Love or other needs
Now our few will learn by themselves
Saved by those who further delve
Inside the waters of death they...
With one foot in and another out
Seems deeper now than ever before
My foot can touch the ocean floor
Now as the leaves rest on the pool
Disrupting the starving, gasping school
The surface is playful but dangerous too
The leaves are ripped and remain few
Those few now brave the dangers beyond
The current sweeps, our few are gone
Lost adrift at blinding speeds
Far from Love or other needs
Now our few will learn by themselves
Saved by those who further delve
Inside the waters of death they...
628 reads
1 Comment
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