“One Fare Down Under” – REVISED

I am unsure what to feel

As my spine tingles with a cold shake

My hands are shivering, and they ache

I clutch my fare in my palm with a fist

While waiting for the person called “The Charon”

Nervousness pangs in my stomach, like a quick stab to the gut

For I’ve been to Tartarus before

It’s surprisingly plain, nonchalant

Except there’s demons in every path, around every corner in every area

Absolutely none trustworthy, obviously

They casually plant themselves deep inside your mind

And affect everything about you

Your thoughts, your physical actions, your social interactions, your emotions

I have managed escaped that place, but now I must go on to the next

Waiting for “the Charon” to cast me away

Just waiting for my one fare down under

“The Free Library” – REVISED

There is a place where imagination roams freely.

A place where you can exercise your mind with an infinite amount of information.

A place where thought is unlimited. Expression, is unlimited.

You’d wish this place to this place to be free of restrictions.

Free of rejections. Free of challenges.

Since in this place self expression is key, I made an interesting discovery

Classics, being altered, changed, modified, re arranged

Don’t you find it strange

That in this “land of free speech”

censorship still reigns?

“We Take”- PHASE 3 – Triptych + Poem

We started with so much more that we could make.

And yet, we all decide to take.

More toys for my little girl! More icing on this cake!

More shoes for us to buy! More games for us to play!

And the more we take and the more we take and the more we take,

doesn’t anyone else realize more greed and destruction are left in our wake?

We have started with plentiful, but now the numbers are dangerously low

We have people fighting tooth and nail for the last bits of it, like hungry wolves fighting for prey

But do we change our way?

No. But you know what we do instead?

We take. And we take. And we take.

Until there is nothing left, but confusion, to wonder who took the last one.

“Till it’s Gone”- PHASE 3 – Triptych

Phase 3 Journal: Perspective on the World

A. What it means to read the world is to analyze what goes on around you and take it a certain way. It doesn’t have to be read in a text sense. You can read it like perceive it. To understand it.

B. Reader response theory is how the reader or audience understands the text or art. It’s their reaction to it, it ls what they think of it. It gets the reader more involved in the story, because they shape it more so than the author does.

C. What do I see in the world? Not much that’s positive. I feel like the world is declining, or that people are just genuinely ruining the world just to do it. I honestly think that things like the news are influencing this, because they always talk about the bad, and then the bad going to worse and how they don’t know what may happen or how things will probably get worse before it gets better. There’s so much negativity on the news.

“” – PHASE 2 – New Historicism Theory

“” – PHASE 2 – Race and Ethnic theory

“One Fare to Hell” – PHASE 2 – Mythical/Archetype Theory

I am unsure what to feel

My spine tingles with a cold shake

My hands are shivering, and they ache

I clutch my fare in a fist with my hand

Waiting for Charon

Waiting for my ride to hell

Or, some place that’s ever so slightly better

For I’ve been to hell before

Full of demons in every path

Absolutely none trustworthy, obviously

Surprisingly plain, nonchalant

They casually plant themselves deep inside your mind

And affect everything about you

Your thoughts, your physical actions, your social interactions, your emotions

Now that I have escaped that place, I go on to the next

Just waiting for Charon to cast me away

Just waiting for my one fare to hell

“” – PHASE 2 – Marxism Theory

“Navy Strong” – PHASE 2 – Feminist Theory

In military life, there’s supposedly equal opportunity

For both men and women

But that’s not always so

For the women must “prove” themselves

As if they are unworthy, not strong enough, going to break down at any point

As if they don’t deserve where they made it to now

As if they are weaker, less intelligent

As if it’s a hazing, like a ritual, a tradition, a test of might for the women

Maybe they’re just “looking for a few good men” after all…..