"Monster" by Paramore

You were my conscience, so solid, now you're like water
And we started drowning, not like we'd sink any further
But I let my heart go, it's somewhere down at the bottom
But I'll get a new one and come back for the hope that you've stolen

I'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world
From turning into a monster and eating us alive
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Well now that you're gone, the world is ours

I'm only human, I've got a skeleton in me
But I'm not the villain, despite what you're always preaching.
Call me a traitor, I'm just collecting your victims
And they're getting stronger
I hear them calling.

I'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world
From turning into a monster, and eating us alive
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Well now that you're gone, the world is ours

Well you find your strength in solution
But I liked the tension
And not always knowing the answers
But you're gonna lose it, you're gonna lose it

I'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world
From turning into a monster, and eating us alive
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Well now that you're gone, the world...

I'll stop the whole world, I'll stop the whole world
From turning into a monster, eating us alive
Don't you ever wonder how we survive?
Now that you're gone, the world is ours.

The song "Monster" by Paramore contains the extended metaphor that the world is a monster.The metaphor illustrates that there is evilness in the world and that society has the potential to be destructive.

Spring

Spring
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Nothing is so beautiful as spring— When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling. What is all this juice and all this joy? A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy, Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning, Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy, Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the winning. I chose the poem "Spring" by Gerard Manley Hopkins because it captures the beauty that spring brings to us each year very well. What caught my attention right away was the first line of this poem because it is my exact opinion about spring. I think spring is easily the most beautiful time of the year!

Pablo Neruda's Ode To a Lemon

Out of the list of many poems by Pablo Neruda, the one that almost immediately caught my attention was his "Ode To a Lemon," only because I really like lemons. This poem surprised me because it made lemons, which we think of as just an ordinary fruit, seem so extraordinarily beautiful and special.

Robert Frost's "The Demiurge's Laugh"

The Demiurge's Laugh

    IT was far in the sameness of the wood;
    I was running with joy on the Demon's trail,
    Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
    It was just as the light was beginning to fail
    That I suddenly heard—all I needed to hear:
    It has lasted me many and many a year.
    The sound was behind me instead of before,
    A sleepy sound, but mocking half,
    As of one who utterly couldn't care.
    The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh,
    Brushing the dirt from his eye as he went;
    And well I knew what the Demon meant.
    I shall not forget how his laugh rang out.
    I felt as a fool to have been so caught,
    And checked my steps to make pretence
    It was something among the leaves I sought
    (Though doubtful whether he stayed to see).
    Thereafter I sat me against a tree.

I chose this poem by Robert Frost because I feel that I can directly relate to it. We all have demons in our lives that we must deal with, and I feel like I'm constantly losing sight of what is important in life and constantly being tricked by my demon to believe and pursue what is not.
A literary device that Frost uses in this poem is a persona. The persona in this poem is a person who has basically taken a turn for the worst, but then realizes it and stops themselves in their own tracks.