Frank Ocean (critique2)

The past week, I haven't been able to stop listening to Frank Ocean's new album, "Channel orange". I am most captivated by his poetic lyrics. In his song, "Bad Religion", he writes about running away from his demons. He expresses his issue with religion not tolerating him being in love with a man. He says, "to me it is nothing but a one man cult." This is also describing his love for someone who does not love back. He talks about how he has three lives, "balancing on my head like steak knives". This describes his difficulty with balancing his three different lives because his religion is not accepting. His bad religion is his unrequited love that brings about so much pain because he loves someone/something that will never love him back.

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Frank Ocean-Bad Religion
[Verse 1]
Taxi driver
Be my shrink for the hour
Leave the meter running
It's rush hour
So take the streets if you wanna
Just outrun the demons, could you

[Hook]
He said "Allahu akbar", I told him don't curse me
"Bo Bo, you need prayer", I guess it couldn't hurt me
If it brings me to my knees
It's a bad religion
This unrequited love
To me it's nothing but a one-man cult
And cyanide in my styrofoam cup
I can never make him love me
Never make him love me

Love me
Love me
Love me
Love me
Love me
Love me
Love

[Verse 2]
Taxi driver
I swear I've got three lives
Balanced on my head like steak knives
I can't tell you the truth about my disguise
I can't trust no one

[Hook]

[Outro]
It's a bad religion
To be in love with someone
Who could never love you
I know
Only bad religion
Could have me feeling the way I do

Done Dat (exercise2)

I wrote a haiku describing how I feel about no longer working at Dat Dog after six long months of living the hot dog artist lifestyle.

I smell myself

no longer

hot dogs

Human nature-ish

Need it now
Can I have it?
We blast past
Make it present
And too long's a second
Time does not exist
Twist your mind
Into what they want
Human nature-ish
Feeling something missed
Can't get enough of this

Or this

Or this

Or this

We've been made into bad people

told to be good but good just seems evil

Born into a class
Raised not to fall in love
Money is the answer
If none fall from up above

(critique1)

empty mailbox

i pick wildflowers

on my way back

-Marlene Mountain

The first emotion I feel, after reading this haiku, is dissapointment. It is the feeling of wanting to receive some sort of mail but then finding an empty mailbox. The person, then, starts picking wildflowers to distract from the dissapointing feeling. The letter that was expected was most likely from a loved one. Someone the person thinks about while picking wildflowers and assesing the relationship shared between them. Missing having contact with someone missed makes waiting another day before you can check the mail seem like an eternity.

the writer is a crook essentially (exercise1)

"the writer is a crook: out of used furniture, he makes a tree."

-Anne Sexton

The writer is a writer.

He makes used furniture out of a tree.

The writer is a crook, essentially.

The crook used furniture.

Out.

He makes a tree.

The writer is a crook, essentially.