Logan+W

i am logan warnick
Do you dream, that the world will know your name So tell me your name Do you care, about all the little things or anything at all? I wanna feel, all the chemicals inside I wanna feel I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive To know I'm alive Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon Do you believe, in the day that you were born Tell me do you believe? Do you know, that everyday's the first of the rest of your life Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/angels-on-the-moon-lyrics-thriving-ivory.html ] Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon This is to one last day in the shadows And to know a brother's love This is to New York City angels And the rivers of our blood This is to all of us, to all of us Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon You can tell me all your thoughts, about the stars that fill polluted skies And show me where you run to, when no one's left to take your side But don't tell me where the road ends, cause I just don't wanna know, No I don't wanna know

Read more: [|THRIVING IVORY - ANGELS ON THE MOON LYRICS] [|http://www.metrolyrics.com/angels-on-the-moon-lyrics-thriving-ivory.html#ixzz1nEFKdtFs] Copied from MetroLyrics.com  Do you dream, that the world will know your name So tell me your name Do you care, about all the little things or anything at all? I wanna feel, all the chemicals inside I wanna feel I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive To know I'm alive Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon Do you believe, in the day that you were born Tell me do you believe? Do you know, that everyday's the first of the rest of your life Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/angels-on-the-moon-lyrics-thriving-ivory.html ] Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon This is to one last day in the shadows And to know a brother's love This is to New York City angels And the rivers of our blood This is to all of us, to all of us Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon You can tell me all your thoughts, about the stars that fill polluted skies And show me where you run to, when no one's left to take your side But don't tell me where the road ends, cause I just don't wanna know, No I don't wanna know The thing i have analyzed from the lyrics of this song is that he just wants to enjoy life and have no worries he also talks about all the positive things in the world. The other thing he sings about is not to bother him if something does go wrong because he just wants to relax and whatever happens happens. The poetic device that i have found to fit the lyrics of this song would be imagery becasue he uses alot of words that appeal to sense. 

Read more: [|THRIVING IVORY - ANGELS ON THE MOON LYRICS] [|http://www.metrolyrics.com/angels-on-the-moon-lyrics-thriving-ivory.html#ixzz1nEFKdtFs] Copied from MetroLyrics.com Logan This poem is analyzing that this poem is first talking like he is a human but then it changes to him as a dog.The way i have analyzed him as a dog is he is eating paper and he barks at the librarian. ||
 * Eating Poetry ||||  ||
 * by [|Mark Strand] ||
 * Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad and she walks with her hands in her dress. The poems are gone. The light is dim. The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up. Their eyeballs roll, their blond legs burn like brush. The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep. She does not understand. When I get on my knees and lick her hand, she screams. I am a new man. I snarl at her and bark. I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
 * Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad and she walks with her hands in her dress. The poems are gone. The light is dim. The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up. Their eyeballs roll, their blond legs burn like brush. The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep. She does not understand. When I get on my knees and lick her hand, she screams. I am a new man. I snarl at her and bark. I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

i can analyze that this poem uses personification because he describes many human like characteristics. Some human like charcteristc would be when he says poor nerves so wired to the skull ache. ||
 * My hero bares his nerves ||||  ||
 * by [|Dylan Thomas] ||
 * My hero bares his nerves along my wrist That rules from wrist to shoulder, Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost, Leans on my mortal ruler, The proud spine spurning turn and twist. And these poor nerves so wired to the skull Ache on the lovelorn paper I hug to love with my unruly scrawl That utters all love hunger And tells the page the empty ill. My hero bares my side and sees his heart Tread, like a naked Venus, The beach of flesh, and wind her bloodred plait; Stripping my loin of promise, He promises a secret heat. He holds the wire from the box of nerves Praising the mortal error Of birth and death, the two sad knaves of thieves, And the hunger's emperor; He pulls the chain, the cistern moves
 * My hero bares his nerves along my wrist That rules from wrist to shoulder, Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost, Leans on my mortal ruler, The proud spine spurning turn and twist. And these poor nerves so wired to the skull Ache on the lovelorn paper I hug to love with my unruly scrawl That utters all love hunger And tells the page the empty ill. My hero bares my side and sees his heart Tread, like a naked Venus, The beach of flesh, and wind her bloodred plait; Stripping my loin of promise, He promises a secret heat. He holds the wire from the box of nerves Praising the mortal error Of birth and death, the two sad knaves of thieves, And the hunger's emperor; He pulls the chain, the cistern moves


 * Safe Sex ||||  ||
 * by [|Donald Hall] ||
 * If he and she do not know each other, and feel confident they will not meet again; if he avoids affectionate words; if she has grown insensible skin under skin; if they desire only the tribute of another’s cry; if they employ each other as revenge on old lovers or families of entitlement and steel— then there will be no betrayals, no letters returned unread, no frenzy, no hurled words of permanent humiliation, no trembling days, no vomit at midnight, no repeated apparition of a body floating face-down at the pond’s edge ||
 * I have analyzed that this poem is trying to tell the reader what not to do and what will happen before having safe sex. the other thing i can analyze is people who are older like to commit themselves to a relationship before having sex ||
 * I have analyzed that this poem is trying to tell the reader what not to do and what will happen before having safe sex. the other thing i can analyze is people who are older like to commit themselves to a relationship before having sex ||