Figurative Branches of the Poet's Tree “OH, IS THAT CONCRETE ALL AROUND OR IS IT IN MY HEAD? YEAH, I'M A DUDE.” – “ALL THE YOUNG DUDES” BY MOTT THE HOOPLE When we read poetry, the words that are used to convey a certain idea can mean a number of different things. The word “sea” could equally refer to the sky as it does the ocean. Additionally, in another extension of the word “sea,” we could also supplement the letter “C.” If we apply the patterns and tangential relationships

Cherub Rockshow “I READ THE NEWS TODAY, OH BOY, ABOUT A LUCKY MAN WHO MADE THE GRADE.” – “A DAY IN THE LIFE” BY THE BEATLES My first official schooling experience was exciting. My parents enrolled me into a Montessori school for kindergarten. The building was covered with old wood flooring and all of the desks and chairs still had that charm from decades earlier. I, along with about 11 other children, attended the kindergarten class which was held in the upstairs portion of t

Rapture I can still remember the sound of cracking and thumping—sounds that a human head makes when it forcefully meets a concrete floor, covered only by an eighth of an inch of hospital carpet. Behind the darkness of closed eyelids came a repetitive explosion of colors starting from white, then black, and then wavy colors of the spectrum—all appearing and then disappearing in the waves of air around the room. The blunt pain and confusion from such an action was no match for