Oscar+Holton(Sui)

code "Your language has no tenses, which is why your poems can      never be translated whole into English" by **Hayden Carruth** code

My poet describes what I like and what I do. I really don't make poetry in different forms like Sonnet or Ghazal because your expression with words is limited in a way on how to produce your poetry. Most of my poetry consist of memories I had, or my reaction on different views. In my poems I like throwing metaphors every where. I really don’t like writing poetry because it’s not my strength. I try to have my poems consist of metaphors that are real deep and have more meaning than what is on the paper. I like to have a hidden story in my poems, to have the reader interpret the poem.

**Ode to Skateboarding** Kick Push, Tour of the World The cool with wheels that spit fire High up on deck Bring down the thunder The ground, the landing pad for the board Up and down the slopes ollie over ropes Flying over stair cases Floating in mid air hanging on a rail Time will tell when the skateboard bails

Sonnet Love is a burning fire, it give burns (a) Even when the hot flame is burning low (b) It's hard to know where compassion will turn (a) The steering wheel of love, you won't let go (b) Your Heart yearns and bleeds for a companion (c) The heart beat beats no longer for just you (d) Your feelings run deep as the Grand Canyon (c) And you wish they felt the way you do too (d) Wishing to express your fond emotions (e) But emotions don't know how to do so (f) You got courage because devotion (e) So then the heart began to beat and grow (f) Love burns but is something to admire (d) It's like a flame so don't play with fire (d)

__**Ghazal**__ Faith isn’t that strong with no courage I give emotion but can’t show courage

The streets of Philly require numbers of bosses Around high-leveled statured people but have low courage

A mosaic crash with a windy hard impact Can’t fight back because my enemies blow courage

Rapid with missions, completed on time Standing back from others because my slow courage

On crutches like no legs to stand on A teen that can’t grow courage

Gives up on myself but believe in others The brothers and sisters know courage

Lion in the bushes not waiting for prey Keeping the roar down, the others have plateau courage

I palm the ball of bravery but I can’t hold it The pitcher that can’t throw courage

I can draw paths on how to attain success have route with pain and refuse to follow Give up on suffer because I can’t picture my Van Gogh courage

I need to run the streets like ho courage Oscar do be getting bread like doe courage

__**Analyzing the Poem**__ In the poem “The Blade of Nostalgia”, the poet Chase Twichell gives metaphors about the mind. In the beginning where she says "When fed into the crude, imaginary machine we call the memory" In this stanza she say that our mind is full of crude and hard to imagine thoughts, and we have horrible memories of events that occurred in our lives. She continues by saying the brain's hard pictures slide into suggestion waters of the counterfeit" Here, Twichell is saying that these memories may be thoughts or fake images that our mind portrays. These thoughts flow through our mind and come up continually and we can’t escape it because it “slide into suggestion” like “water”.

In Chase Twichell poem "Stirred up by Rain" the poet uses illustrations to describe an interest. In the beginning she said she turned on a mower "although it was about to rain". Most people don't like to do activities in the rain. We do it because it needs to be done. She gives the reader, the motive “If we don’t do it who will”. Later in the poem she mentions another thing. She said "To be attached to things is illusion, yet I'm attached to things. Cold, clouds, wind, color--the sky is what the brush-cutter wants to cut. “She is saying that what we like isn’t what we actually like. We just like it because it needs to be liked. It is only appealing because the nature of something being interesting in some ones eyes is there. If we don’t like it who will?

In the poem “Hologram” Chase Twichell speaks of the eyes and how dark it is. “At the center of the iris, there's nothing. You can look right into its internal darkness as into an unlit doll's house” She is saying that the eyes don’t tell you anything. Appearance is misleading. The outside may seem appealing, but it may not be once you see how it really is.