Tell-Tale Heart POV

Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart” was told by an insane narrator. Through this character’s point of view you get the idea that everything is sort of blown out of proportion with this guy. I don’t think we can trust this narrator at all, because like I said before he is so dramatic about everything, and he is obviously mentally unstable. Through his eyes, we are the predator, and we don’t really get to experience the fear that the old man felt.

Now if the poor and helpless old man was telling the story, we would probably be reading about the extreme fear, and then pain he feels as he is crushed by the bed. Not that we don’t already pity the old man, but if we read this story from his view, we would probably pity him even more. This would probably be a much more gruesome story if it were told from this point.

I heard the crash at around midnight. As soon as I sat up in bed, I knew that I wasn’t alone. I wished desperately that I could see out of both eyes, so that it might be easier to look about in the dark. It became obvious very quickly that I would never fall asleep, or move for that matter, for I was completely frozen in fear. I let out a small and pitiful groan, and wouldn’t dare lie back down. As the time wore on I could feel and hear my heart beating louder and faster, until I feared that whatever was in here with me would hear it. I wonder if the predator found it amusing. All of a sudden I heard the door creak open a little wider, and before I knew what happened I had been pinned to the ground. I looked up into the eyes of the person that I had least expected this to be, but at the same time I had always known. The only thing I could do was keep from screaming as he crushed me with my own bed.

Poem Response

EVERYTHING YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR THIS DAYS

Everything you have to pay for this days
Like a bottle of water
If you want to drink it
And I believe that is insane to pay for a bottle of water
Because the water that you buy is not 100% pure
Half of the water that you drink is bottle water and the other half is tap Water
But the water that you get out from your tap is just as good as the water
That you buy in the store
Why? 
Because the water from the tap at home you don't have to pay for it
And you can drink as much as you like 

One reason I really enjoy the poem “Everything you Have to Pay for These Days, is because it is very straightforward. Sometimes when I’m reading something I don’t want to have to think around all the figurative language. I also really like the message this poem is sending out, it’s basically questioning why we pay for water at the store, when it costs nothing out of our tap and we can have as much as we like. The speaker of this poem had a very wise tone and voice to it and it is almost a little smart alecy. Overall I really enjoyed this poem and believe it gives you something to think about.

Mother to Son Response

The poem “Mother to Son” by Langston Hughes is basically one large metaphor. It is talking about how one can compare life to a staircase; you are always climbing to the top, but the staircase itself determines the kind of climb you will have. When this mother tells her son that life for her has not been a crystal stair, she is saying her life hasn’t been as flawless and simple as crystal. Instead she describes her staircase as stairs with tacks, splinters, and torn up boards, which is basically saying that she has had a life full of obstacles and pain. I think the Mother’s tone was firm yet loving with her son. This kid could have been complaining about how his life was so difficult and labored, when really he didn’t realize how easy he had it compared to his dear old mother. I felt a little ungrateful as I read this, because I’m sure most people in our grade, including me, think their teenage lives are so unfair, when they really don’t know what they have compared to other people.