Chris+Fichera

//"Poetry is the doorway to the soul."// -Floria

Sometimes I want to realize, I wish god will shut my eyes But what did I do wrong ? I’m mistaken from the start of sunrise I Locate the devastation, the disaster that was happening I was a kind-hearted kid, until I laid back and started rapping My strategic layout was tragic when I helped, I was spazzing When I was a kid I admitted everything from beyond my crashing, I done did stupid things, one’s where everybody started laughing But I never got to a point where I began smoking nd trapping I got over a lot of things through the times and years But the pain just stayed always walked away in tears My eyes never dried out even though fear wasn’t one of my fears. Hard times everyday, but they will never disappear and always stay near.
 * Ode - ( Hard Times )**

Everything I Did, I Did For You My abilities changed in a good way I dropped a lot, to gain even more sense. The dreams that I have been dreaming are swelled They been welled, dropped, misplaced and been misspelled. My future would have been deadly and gone. If you were to leave, my heart would be blown. "Like a lil' simba, trying to be king" But my heart life was melted down til' now. I am glad to call you my "heart and life".
 * Sonnet #1 - ( Hearts )**

Everything I've learned, I didn't learn by myself. Pops moped around when he saw me cry for help. "Never slouch for something that can be fixed" He did whatever he could to get me big in the industry. The father of my raising.
 * Raised by-**

When he was caring, I was sparing my life so he wouldn't miss me. He did all he could to put smiles on my face. Once leaded me to a quote, "Trust love, distrait love." The father of my raising.

I was distracted from what was happening. My brother Scooter made me alive in the rapping. I raised from doing nothing to making something. My goals gotten deeper, "way better than nothing." Raising with the bro.

Kind of guy that was always forceful. And would make me want to reach my goals He was always there to make sure I had food And always the from "heart and soul" Raising with the bro.

Kind of guys that would be there to make sure I get through my life. Always by myself to fulfill my cure. The big, tall, and husky men That will "always be in my heart." Raising with the Family.

I'm that kid that everyone calls " beez." The kid that is willing to try and fight against anything. The kid that will lack at the beginning but then change everything in the end. The kid that everyone calls bro, because there's e-n-d in friend. The kid that will be there to make nightmares disappear. The kid that wishes for the impossible knowing that its not going to happen. I'm Just That Kid "Chris"
 * Poem Of My Own - ( Just That Kid )**

3 Poems - Walt Whitman

1 ] //“Centre of equal daughters, equal sons, All, all alike endear'd, grown, ungrown, young or old, Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich, Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love, A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother, Chair'd in the adamant of Time.”// **- Analysis :** The main message of this poem is that there will never be an unequal person; together we’re all equal no matter what. The poem relays this message to the reader through one sentence, which has a lot of details about the traits of the Mother figure. An important image in this poem is the Mother, who is the focus point of this poem. The main adjectives that described her are Strong, Freedom, Law and Love. They are the only adjectives that have the capital letters, so the author wants to point it out that they are the most important. Other adjectives are ample, fair, enduring, capable, and rich. The more important adjectives are the main one’s probably because the author wants the traits to suit everyone. As for the other adjectives, the author may not want the qualities to fit each and all. “The Mother” isn’t like an actual mother. It’s a figure that pulls the world together to treat everyone equal. The qualities that should fit everyone; possibly fit everyone.

//Night, sleep, death and the stars.”//
The main message of this poem is that there is no complete day where there is hard work but there is always a point in time where you could take a break from everything. The poem transmits this message to the reader within one sentence, which has enough detail to understand the message. An image that you can capture is “Night, sleep, death and the stars.” You can imagine the restful night lying under the stars, the night and how it is during the night. Notice the night through a few adjectives such as “fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, and pondering.” It thoroughly describes how the night is. The day will be hardworking until you get that one restful night. Everything will be ok!
 * - Analysis :**

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// Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking. Sex contains all, bodies, souls, Meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations, Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the seminal milk, All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, all the passions, loves, beauties, delights of the earth, All the governments, judges, gods, follow'd persons of the earth, These are contain'd in sex as parts of itself and justifications of itself. Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his sex, Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers. Now I will dismiss myself from impassive women, I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those women that are warm-blooded and sufficient for me, I see that they understand me and do not deny me, I see that they are worthy of me, I will be the robust husband of those women. They are not one jot less than I am, They are tann'd in the face by shining suns and blowing winds, Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength, They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run, strike, retreat, advance, resist, defend themselves, They are ultimate in their own right- they are calm, clear, well- possess'd of themselves. I draw you close to me, you women, I cannot let you go, I would do you good, I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake, but for others' sakes, Envelop'd in you sleep greater heroes and bards, They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me. It is I, you women, I make my way, I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you, I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you, I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for these States, I press with slow rude muscle, I brace myself effectually, I listen to no entreaties, I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated within me. Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself, In you I wrap a thousand onward years, On you I graft the grafts of the best-beloved of me and America, The drops I distil upon you shall grow fierce and athletic girls, new artists, musicians, and singers, The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn, I shall demand perfect men and women out of my love-spendings, I shall expect them to interpenetrate with others, as I and you inter-penetrate now, I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers of them, as I count on the fruits of the gushing showers I give now, I shall look for loving crops from the birth, life, death, immortality, I plant so lovingly now.” //===== - **Analysis** :

The main message for this poem is be with the one that would wait for you and love you for you. The poem transmits this message through a detailed and significant, one sentence for each stanza. An image you can picture is the quote; “Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself.” You can picture the drain of a river being pent-up by a dam or something that clogs up the river or the exact opposite. In the poem Walt Whitman uses metaphors. As in the same quote, you see that he's trying to say that he would drain the pent-up rivers.... NEED TO FINISH !