Melissa+Buchanico

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"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know it is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know this is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?" - //Emily Dickinson//======


 * Ode to Emotions**

If we didn't have emotions my world would be gray, no happiness to brighten me up, or make me feel warm inside. Just sadness everyday, the feeling of being alone, being blank, just looking at the dark side of everything. Emotions grow within you, existing like a rainbow on a rainy day. One day you will be optimistic about everything, and the next you could be wishing death upon yourself.

Anger builds up like a child wanting to draw with markers, but is only allowed crayons. Joy fills me, she shines brighter then the sun some days.. and it amazes me how anyone could want to give up emotions. Filling me with a sense of stability and being safe. I can turn to an emotion and hide everything from the world behind an expression. but if there is nothing to fear but fear it's self, why do we fear for our lives.


 * Praise Poem**

The day I saw your face, my heart dropped. All of my senses froze except touch, when I held your tiny hand in mine. I slowly gained back each sense, one by one as your five fingers grasped my pointer finger. Hearing your voice screaming with tears running down your smooth cheeks. The scent of the hospital seemed to have disappeared because I was so drawn in by you.

I kissed your forehead to assure you the love you were receiving from me. To assure you that you would be safe from all harms way. You were my life now, my goal to protect you will forever be. I'll be your role model, I promise you that Because not only will I be a sister, but a best friend.


 * Inspiration from "Alone" by Edgar Allen Poe**

Embracing life, the virtuality around her spins as she floats above the sea of green. Waving to the people in the sky as they stare down, eye to eye with the face of innocence. telling her not to move, for if she moved she would be harmed. Harmed in a way that she would not be able to escape, for if she opened the door she would forever fall - Oh, Alice...

She denied the actions that they said would happen. She rolled to her side, and the pain began. It shot through her as if she had just been ripped open, as if her cage had just been unlocked and the animal inside was set free. She began screaming, calling out his name to save her, but she was hopeless. Abandoned, falling, and hopeless.

To think he cared for her, to think she knew him like the back of her hand. She was wrong. //For all she loved, she loved alone.//


 * Sonnet**

I have seemed to of lost myself in this location (a) Maybe while you were holding me down, (b) I have lost my sense of direction. (a) My heart can no longer be found (b)

I know that I am fully alive (c) but part of my mind tells me I am dead (d) Just a shadow in your life full of lifes(c) Cofounding little games that you led(d)

I needed you to rescue me from this insanity(e) but you let me fall, you let me slip from your grasp. (f) I can still hear your voice when you spoke sweet profanity(e) I gave you a look and you gave me a gasp(f)

I will fill your lungs like oxygen you've never taken in(g) I will cut through your veins like a deadly new sin. (g)


 * Three poems from:** //Edgar Allen Poe//


 * A Dream Within A Dream**
 * The Valley of Unrest**
 * Spirits of the Dead**
 * Three Poem Analysis**

The poet that I chose to take three poems from was Edgar Allen Poe. I am very fond of his work because I feel as though his words are not trying to reach one crowd of people, but instead all crowds of people. The three poems I chose were: A Dream Within a Dream, The Valley of Unrest, & Spirits of the Dead. I believe that A Dream Within a Dream speaks about a man who is living life and finally catches reality. The way that I read it I can vision a man standing upon a cliff above an ocean, watching the tide come in and the waves crash on the shore as he ponders his mind about a woman. For some reason, I understood this poem as a love poem, but I think that is because my mind led me to believe his emotions were because of a woman. It could of also been that he lost a friend or a group of friends because he speaks of losing grip from someone or something. It would be interesting to learn the true meaning behind this poem. The Valley of Unrest was read through my eyes as losing someone or something that was important to a group of people because Poe speaks of standing above a nameless grave while people mourn. I can see a funeral, but a small one, nothing big. Perhaps they lost someone who was of little interest to more than a small group of people, maybe they lost something deeper such as their souls or their minds. Spirits of the Dead could possibly be about a man speaking about losing his own soul. A specific line that caught my eye was “The breeze, the breath of god, is still” because he was relating the breeze to the way god breathes. It was interesting because there could be a very deep meaning behind this. I could see a man lying in the middle of a dark forest, surrounded by tombstones and crying, either crying or thinking very deeply. I could hear leaves rustling as the wind blows, almost like a haunted Halloween night. Edgar Allen Poe’s words spoke to me in this poem because I could imagine so many things while reading the poem “Spirits of the Dead.”


 * Poetry Analysis about my work**

My poetry was deep; I think it was because I just let my thoughts flow because I had no actual guidelines other than to write a specific type of poem. I could choose my own topic and I could choose my own way of writing. I noticed that in two of my poems, the sonnet and the inspirational poem from a famous poet, I chose to write on a theme about a girl and love. It somehow just seemed to be the first thing that came from my mind and I wrote it down and turned it into poetry. My other two poems, the ode and the praise poem, were written about emotions and having my youngest brother Domenic come into my life. I chose to write about emotions because I felt that everyone could feel emotions so many would be able to relate to my work. I chose to write about my brother Domenic for my praise poem because he has truly been the greatest thing to happen to my life. Without him I would probably be nothing because he has taught me so much and I am very thankful for him. My poetry speaks to people I suppose, or at least I hope it does.


 * Artwork related to the poem "Inspired by //Alone//"**

Photo by: Melissa Buchanico