Seeing a Different Reflection

Author's note: This is my point of view on how and why the lyrics/poems of two songs/poems -Big Yellow Taxi and Field Below- effect or change the meaning of the lyrics/poem.

"Big yellow taxi", when read without hearing the song at first, gets the point that trees and forests are being destroyed to make cities. When the poem/lyrics say "they paved paradise" it's a metaphor that's basically saying, they're creating a city. Why does it say a paradise in place of city? Because the city is where all the big things happen and in the beginning it was "paradise" to every one and still is to some people today. It was paradise because it opened a lot of opportunists for everyone. When the poem/lyrics say "And a big yellow taxi, Took away my old man," in my opinion, I think the author is referring to losing her father to the city and wouldn't be able to see him days at a time because of the job he got in the "paved paradise"

"Field Below" on the hand has a similar meaning to it. When I first read this poem I thought it was about one person missing another or being sad about forests/trees being taken down to build a city. Then, I looked at it again after hearing both songs and realized, they're similar. It's not about one person missing another it's about a person missing a place. The poem/lyrics say "I wish I'd see a field below, I wish I'd hear a rooster crow, But there are none who live downtown," I think that it means the author wants to see the fields of farm land again and hear the crow in the morning. But, she can't because she's downtown and none of that is there because it all got destroyed. And it she doesn't want to be in the city, but she has to be.

CaNdYlAnD

Pick a new card,
Ponder it,
Put it at the bottom of the pile,
Pick a new card,
Ponder it,
Put it at the bottom of the pile,
Pick a new card,
Ponder it,
Put at at the bottom of the pile,
Pick a new card,
Ponder it,
Put it at the bottom of the pile,
Pick a new card,
Ponder it,
Put it at the bottom of the pile,
Pick a new card,
WAIT
That card you picked is snorange.
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There it is,
Move to that spot,
The one that's the color snorange,
Now,
Put it at the bottom of the pile,
Pay attention,
And start again from the top.

The Question Asked by Many

Author’s note: This is not response nor something I wrote for a grade. It’s just me sharing my thoughts and sharing what I have pondered upon, and encouraging you (the reader) to ponder the same things that I have.

Have you ever wanted to be like somebody that you know? Why or why not? --- A question that people commonly not ask not only themselves but others too. But one question that’s missing from it all is; why does it even matter?

My little sister (6 years old) was asked that same question (have you ever wanted to be like some else? Why or why not?). And she gave an answer so unexpected that it echoed in my ears the second it left her lips, and made me realize; if a six year old, a first grader, could realize such a thing and be happy with such a thing, how come I, alone with most of the world, are to ignorant realize the same thing? 

So many questions from one simple answer, that answer being,” No, because I like myself.” 

I asked her why and basically she replied with reasoning that she knows that people are her friends and that they like her because of who she is. That, is what stands out to me, that, is what grabs me from a simple five minute conversation with my youngest sister, that, is why one question matters so much. It matters because people need to open their eyes and see that their life is, the way it is, because of who they are. Not because of someone that they want to be. So, I ask again, have you ever wanted to be like somebody that you know?

The One Named Guy

Author's note: I wrote this piece trying to use as much figurative language as I could. Please leave a comment saying how I did.

Kerosene jumped the room along from its distributor, the hose. Room to room the beast lays across everything and soaks into everything it touches. Kerosene is like all other animals; it uses tactics to poison or consume its victim. Kerosene has the nastiest way of doing its tactics. Kerosene doesn't only grasp onto its victims, it also lingers on them for days on end. Kerosene was something you could never get rid of, and was always controlled by its master; obedient to the very word or gesture of its master. Tell kerosene to do something, it does it, and it waits as long as you want it to. Until you grab its best friend, the match, strike its head, and toss them together so they can happily adjoin into one. Now, combined, kerosene transforms into something greater; a huge orange and bright yellow glow destroying everything it touches. Killings it's victim slowly and painfully while following its commands by the one named Guy.

Guy inhaled a great breath, let it linger in his lungs then, relived his lungs of all the air they contained; the air he gave out fiercely ran into my nose. Even his breath was soiled with kerosene. His face was rough with some scars. His worry and fright showed through body motions. The way he stood and walked; slumped over and glum as if he was some sort of slave to reality. The way he kept on looking side to side; as a dog anxiously searching the yard for his bone. With the fireman symbol on his shoulder and his black-beetle colored helmet resting between his forearm and hip, he walked.