Poetry Collection By Yulisa Chihuahua- Block 5

Jet Black Heart

by 5 Seconds of Summer.

(Written by Calum Hood and Micheal Clifford, et al.), Sounds Good Feels Good. Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group. October, 23 2015. Google Play Music. Google, 2016.

https://play.google.com/music/preview/Totce5sesr73ci5pqom4fd6komu?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics Accessed 8 Dec. 2016.

Everybody’s got their demons

Even wide awake or dreaming I’m the one who ends up leaving

Make it okay See a war I wanna fight it

See a match I wanna strike it

Every fire I’ve ignited Faded to grey

But now that I’m broken Now that you know it

Caught up in a moment Can you see inside?

'Cause I’ve got a jet black heart And there’s a hurricane underneath it

Trying to keep us apart I write with a poison pen

But these chemicals moving between us

Are the reason to start again

Now I’m holding on for dear life

There’s no way that we could rewind

Maybe there’s nothing after midnight

That could make you stay

But now that I’m broken

And now that you know it

Caught up in a moment

Can you see inside?

'Cause I’ve got a jet black heart

And there’s a hurricane underneath it

Trying to keep us apart I write with a poison pen

But these chemicals moving between us

Are the reason to start again

The blood in my veins Is made up of mistakes

Let’s forget who we are

And dive into the dark

As we burst into color

Returning to life

'Cause I’ve got a jet black heart

And there’s a hurricane underneath it

Trying to keep us apart I write with a poison pen

But these chemicals moving between us

Are the reason to start again

The blood in my veins Is made up of mistakes

(To start again)

Let's forget who we are And dive into the dark

This literary device is imagery. This imagery puts the picture of a fire burning into ashes in the listeners head.

Fire going down to ashes.

Migraine

By Twenty One Pilots

(Written by Tyler Joseph), Vessel. Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. 2013. Google Play Music. Google, 2016.

https://play.google.com/music/preview/Tewvzntvu4igfpvx3c24qqbniwm?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics Accessed 10 Dec. 2016.

Am I the only one I know

Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat

Shadows will scream that I'm alone

I-I-I I've got a migraine

And my pain will range from up, down, and sideways

Thank God it's Friday cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays

'Cause Sundays are my suicide days I don't know why they always seem so dismal

Thunderstorms, clouds, snow and a slight drizzle

Whether it's the weather or the ledges by my bed

Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head

Let it be said what the headache represents It's me defending in suspense

It's me suspended in a defenseless test

Being tested by a ruthless examiner

That's represented best by my depressing thoughts

I do not have writer's block my writer just hates the clock

It will not let me sleep

I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead

And sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head

Am I the only one I know

Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat

Shadows will Scream that

I'm alone But I know, we've made it this far, kid

Yeah yeah yeah I am not as fine as I seem

Pardon, me for yelling and telling you green gardens

Are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me

A difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees

Freeze frame, please let me paint a mental picture portrait

Something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead And how it is a door that hold's back contents

That makes Pandora's box contents look non-violent

Behind my eyelids are islands of violence

My mind ship-wrecked this is the only land my mind could find I did not know it was such a violent island

Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions

They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin

And I know that I can fight, or I can let the lion win I begin to assemble what weapons I can find

'Cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind

Am I the only one I know Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat

Shadows will scream that I'm alone

But I know, we've made it this far, kid And I will say that we should take a day to break away

From all the pain our brain has made, the game is not played alone

And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it

And keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone

And I will say that we should take a day to break away

From all the pain our brain has made, the game is not played alone

And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it

And keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone

Am I the only one I know

Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat

Shadows will scream that I'm alone

But I know, we've made it this far, kid

Made it this far Made it this far

This literary device is personification. This personifications says that the darkness can tell you to do things that you shouldn't.

The shadows.

Sad Boy

By G-Eazy

(Written by Joshua Luellen, Gerald Gillum, et al.), When It's Dark Out. Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management US, LLC. December, 4 2015. Google Play Music. Google, 2016.

https://play.google.com/music/preview/Tsupa3mmpjuh6jbtbahzuc5wn5m?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics Accessed 10 Dec. 2016.

Gerald what the f*** is wrong, man?

Cheer the f*** up, you a******, yeah

We fake it 'til we make it

Work while everyone doubts

I was dreamin' of award shows

While still on the couch

Fame is all so new to me

Guess I'm feelin' it out

Man the other day my grandma said she's selling the house (wait)

See I was much more bummy and less star

When my mom's unemployment check wouldn't stretch far

Wishin' that my confidence was made out of

Kevlar And I could superhero, save the day, cop her next car

Coming out the Bay feels like nobody gets far

Feels like we're doomed

Like they're building a Death Star

Drink it all the way, stumble into the next bar

Rap is like the lottery, we're all tryna scratch for

But when that sh** just strikes gold

You accomplish life goals

Go and get that ice froze, get paid off of nice flows

It's weird now I got money so I can buy nice steez

But don't look down

Get scared of heights like these

Gerald what you so sad for?

Why the hell you got the blues?

Everybody wanna be in your shoes

Gerald what you so sad for?

Everything ain't that bad

Name a reason that you got to be mad

Gerald what you so sad for?

Man stop acting like a b****

Forgot you're all famous now and rich?

Gerald what you so sad for?

Man stop cryin', homie rap more (Alright, f***)

And in a year I went from overlooked to over-booked

You won't ever understand the work it took

Drinkin' every night to celebrate what we made

But the parties have changed

Weirdos crowd around and start acting strange

At the bar stress chain smoking cigarettes

And I don't even smoke,

I know I should drink a little less

But nothing can prepare you for how crazy this business gets

Once again sad boy Gerald is in distress

So hard on myself I think I'm going insane

The mind of a perfectionist is always in pain

Should be happy I don't have to set alarms to wake up

I just tour and cake up

I should probably call home so me and moms can make up

These days the only home I know is the road

And clowns are all sad inside, or so I’m told

And the girl I'm really thinking of is states away

We'll run away and find a place to stay

Gerald what you so sad for?

Why the hell you got the blues?

Everybody wanna be in your shoes Gerald what you so sad for?

Everything ain't that bad

Name a reason that you got to be mad

Gerald what you so sad for?

Man stop acting like a b****

Forgot you're all famous now and rich?

Gerald what you so sad for?

This was everything you asked for

This literacy device is a simile. This simile says that just because he came from a city he thought he wouldn't get far.

The Bay.

Salina South High School

What's in the school

dried out pens,

broken pencils,

studious students,

interactive teachers,

water damage ceilings,

beautiful art,

old marching uniforms,

new gym,

filled vending machines,

new and old instruments.

By Yulisa Chihuahua

Colored pencils to make art.

Credits:

Created with images by ADD - "seagrass aquatic plant water" • Giuliamar - "eye shadow light" • HutchRock - "colored pencils draw color"

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