Poetry Critique:

For my poem I am reviewing today, I will be taking a look at "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost, taken from the following link:
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/robert_frost/poems/528

I selected this poem by Robert Frost, because he has been one of my favourite authors when it comes to poetry, since I was just a little kid. His topics that he writes about are typically something anyone could relate to- This connection that everyone can have with one central idea, is what makes his work truly solid, and it never gets boring, no matter how many times you read and reread it.
I can really admire a person who has that kind of skill, and find joy in reading their work.

The title, "The Road Not Taken" fits the work in how, that title alone makes you question. What road is this person talking about? Which road did they choose to take, and which road did they choose to not take? Even more importantly, why did they pick the path they chose in their life? Or does the person's decision have no logic in it whatsoever? And this inner battle is what every person has with making a decision. Deciding which road to take.

The poetic devices Frost uses in this peice are not totally obvious, but there are a few.

Consanance is used in the following passage:
"Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. "
With the first and last sentences rhyming which closes in and puts the emphasis and focus on the third and fourth sentences in that stanza. And we need that emphasis on the fact that Frost took the less traveled road, because of the fact that...
Knowing he took the less traveled road helps you answer your question you had when you were first reading the poem. Why it caught your attention in the first place.

When Frost does choose to use some typie of imagery, he doesn't blither on for lines and lines. It is prompt, little details that help you realize main points of the work.
"And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;"
People like grass, and talking about the grass being near the more traveled road could mean something deeper. It's sort of his way of saying, "The more traveled road is beautified and looks nice. And you can tell it has been used."

The tone in this peice is somewhat tinted with a sense of confidence, and proudness, due to choosing the less traveled path in life and having no regrets for it. Here is an example of his confidence:
"I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh"
Frost acknowledges and accepts his decision. And this poem is saying he loves it; Now you go out and try your very best to choose what path you would desire in life. But try to go for the less traveled road; It looks bleak and misreable, but you won't regret it.

Free Write # 3: Relationships

And the love that boils and brews inside me, flows so freely throughout every single tiny caprillae in my entire body. The attraction; Our bond.

But here's the enraging aspect of it all; I've felt these things before. I've been this way with mutliple people, insisting that each new person that I meet and want to be bonded with, is my One. Once they're gone, the worthlessness inside of me rots and ferments, growing stronger as time goes on. Growing stronger as more people enter my life, befriend me and make me feel like I have one more person that I may actually be comfortable around, and then they leave. The part of me that wants to make every single person in my life the happiest that they can be; The part of me that wants to make them be the best that they can be, and achieve new heights; Wonders.
What's wrong?

OR MAYBE I'M JUST A MELO-DRAMATIC SILLY GOOSE OF A GIRL!
Who knows. ):

Personal Narrative: Titles.

Here are some titles I was thinking of, for my personal narrative. Keep in mind that the main emotions in this peice are boiling rage, jealousy, love, and care.

Anata [You]
The One
My One and Only
Connected
Obsession
Adored

The Art of... Art?

When people say they can't draw, it makes me sort of sad. Why?
Because I feel that everyone can draw. And every single object on the Earth that even -exists- has beauty in my eyes. When you draw something, you're drawing the object, your interpretation of it, and...
Maybe you do let some emotions or inner thoughts leak in to your art. :)
And if that happens, that means it's just that much better.

When you draw from memory, you place emphasis on the qualities of an object that seem to stick out to you. The things that make the object special, or unique?
Okay, I'm not sure if I'm right! But those are the assumptions I've gathered from drawing, and watching others draw. When I draw though, the emphasis I place on some features just makes the art itself look overall increidbly out of place.

Everyone's a critic. I just need to keep practicing before I can produce something I'm proud of.

Personal Paragraph: Paragraph Critique

To be 100% honest; I despise every single word of my personal narrative for this class. But ah well. Help please, my darling writing group buddy! :D

"Aaron smoked. Aaron drinked. Aaron mutilated himself in ways that could make even the least squeamish of people, cringe in fear. Maybe they cringe out of sheer disgust too? The young man had depression, and divorced parents. I tried my very best to help in whatever way I could. Aaron called me whenever he was tempted to drink, after it was commanded by yours truly for him to start doing that. Together, we would stay on the phone for hours. Spewing sweet words as fast as I could manage, just trying so hard to convince him that the drama in his life wasn't his fault. He was never at fault."

I'd like some help regarding word choice and sentence structure, please. I just feel like this paragraph could be so much more vivid! D:

Discover

TODAY; We write. But what about? What subjects are actually fascinating to me, that other people would actually take interest in?See, this is the problem with blogs.

When you have a life where the highlights of it are such insignifigant little examples of life that lack interest, there's nothing for you to blog about. So what's the point? My apologies about my whining, complaining, whatever you call it; It sounded increidbly emo. Still, why spend your time on blogging? There's not many activities which I choose to spend my time on these days besides drawing, homework, and talking with Chris. The entire process of writing about my life and saying to someone, "HEY. YOU NEED TO WRITE THIS OR YOU'RE NOT A GOOD FRIEND/ WRITING BUDDY / PERSON." seems incredibly selfish, to me at least.

Whatever. Today, we write about Gary.

Gary, who was my father's brother, enjoyed playing the alto saxophone. When I was but a wee young lass, Gary was my inspiration and my idol when it comed to playing the alto saxophone. Gary had to stop playing though, because he smoked marijuana. That habit of smoking marijuana TOOOOTALLY wrecked his brain, and the man can barely function or communicate with people now. But that lack of cognition capabilities [Is that even the right word? Whatever.] wasn't caused by smoking pot alone; Gary also got in a big car crash which damaged his spinal cord so he can't walk quite straight now. He also had some sort of injury happen to his head, and now the man can't think quite straight anymore either.

One time, when we tried to order food at Perkins restaurant and it was my father, brother, Gary, and I, we ran into a few complications... By complications, I mean the poor waitress was trying to take Gary's order and he wouldn't just tell the damned woman, "I want pumpkin pie."No. Gary chose to go into detail about "Charlie Brown and The Great Pumpkin" and told her [The waitress] the entire story of how this Pumpkin King terrorized the kids in the pumpkin patch picking pumpkins and... I forget the rest of the story. But we tipped that poor waitress very well for her trouble she went through with Gary. Especially since Gary also hit on the waitress, like he hits on my Aunt Lois. "Oh, you're quite a pretty lady, EHEHEHEH." ]:

People that flirt a lot or hit on other people a lot scare me. So does any form of being touched.

The end.