Personal Narrative: The Ghost Still Lives

Though in stark contrast to the first stanza in form, the two-part second stanza continues with this disconnect of death from the subject in the poem. Each part begins with an emotionally-charged direct address to a male subject using expletive language. The speaking voice is conceivably appealing to both the functional presence of the dead man and every other man who fits into the category of the “executive type.” This stanza uses a type of call-and-response form as a rhetorical commentary on the nature of chance, a continuation of the stock market theme from

As Halloween recently passed, Colin Dickey posed questions to his audience of “do we still need ghosts?” and if so, why do ghost stories exist today and why do we need them? Though the author’s interest in ghost hunting, he responds to the questions in a rather biased way by including personal experiences, thoughts, and opinions. But this organization of the article aids Dickey to connect and relate with the audience who also share similar interests of ghosts.

“But in the history of the United States there are several influential and persisting paranormal mysteries that have formed the haunted landscape of our shared country and cultural experience and have formed the basis of the themes and motifs examined in this work” (Fitch 8). In “Paranormal National” Marc E. Fitch, talks about the history of paranormal activities that occurred in the United States. Since the ancient times, people all around the world has seen ghosts or assumed haunted places dwells with ghosts or spirits. With the help of television shows, horror movies, and stories, people around the world are consumed by the “facts” that made them believe an urban legend about ghosts turning into true stories. “Nobody has been able to prove

Talking of haunting, what are you thinking about? Something like the movie paranormal activity? Or maybe something like The Amityville horror?? Movie or not, one thing is true, if someone mentions something about “ghosts” it definitely captures your attention. Some people say that ghosts can be divided into two categories, good and bad, just like normal human beings. But are they like us? I mean categorising them is a sane thing? I don’t know. Usually it’s believed that people who have died with some unfulfilled wishes, stay back that is to say their soul stays back with the bindations of mother nature. True or not, I am no one to judge, because i am going to present you enough madness that will question your own sanity.

The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.

I run, run, run, from the thing that haunts me most, But I can’t run away from the never-changing sway. Manulaplited by the ever-present ghost. This tempo that drives me always reminds me of the life I've thrown away.

Even though people “weep”(11) at death it is still important to live life to the fullest. The echo does not idealize death nor the uncertainty that the future holds. Although he too will “weep”(11) death he is able to “make the contradiction”(12) because of the voice since the dark of the future is not entirely composed of

He later starts hearing things around the house, and is thinking that his beloved Lenore will come back from the dead. He later starts seeing this bird a raven, and every time he sees it the bird says “Nevermore”. Throughout this poem he is grieving and this bird keeps telling him “Nevermore” which he does not understand why he keeps saying that. He tries to talk to the bird to get answers but the bird keeps repeating itself. In the end, the man could no longer take it and he ended up killing himself. A lot of times when people loose someone we tend to say we see them or they are still here with us, and that can later lead to our deaths. My Grandpa from my mother side had passed away, and we never went to his funeral. My auntie had told us that since that day of the funeral she could feel my grandpa around. She thought she was going crazy till she moved out and started fresh. This tells us that if we keep grieving in the past, and stay there most likely we will end up to our deaths since we do not let the past

When the narrator says this, it tells the reader that he has a strong attachment to this memory and may be empathizing with what the musician is singing. The rest of the poem is simply an account of the events that take place that evening. Due to the lack of emotion from the narrator, the reader must look towards the second character, the musician, for emotion that is behind the depressed voice. While the musician’s voice is only seen in the song lyrics, his voice plays the largest role communicating emotions to the reader: “I ain't happy no mo'/And I wish that I had died” (29-30). From this lyric the reader understands that the musician is sad and appears to be depressed. At the end of the poem the narrator describes what he believes the musician does:

The next few moments were a blur for me. I remember little until the Paramedics arrive. During my forgotten moments, Dad said he experienced an out of body moment. He told his story several times in the following days. As he crumbled, he felt a raw flame of pain sapping his chest.

The poem begins with the speaker asking an unseen person “why.” He questions “Why did you give no hint that night” (1), leading us to believe that the speaker is resentful about the woman’s death due to him questioning her and suggesting that she was aware that she would pass that night. The vernacular in this line implies the speaker is very clearly surprised by this death and that he is searching for answers because he begins by asking a question, telling the dead she gave “no hint,” and he also mentions that it was “quick.” It is clear that the death was unexpected and rattled the speaker due to him questioning the deceased. However, the speaker is questioning someone who is not present, so the audience can assume he is questioning the deceased. By doing this, the poet seems slightly accusatory because there is no response to his remarks. Each time he asks the question of why, the speaker is left to his own thoughts and has to continue to wonder why for himself; he searches for the truth from the dead which also illustrates their closeness due to the fact he is looking for the truth of the situation from the deceased. Instead, the reader is left with a feeling that the deceased is at blame somehow for their own death. Similarly, the speaker’s use of “you” does not force the speaker to question why they did not notice the deceased’s state of being before they died. We can interpret this questioning as a shift of guilt onto the dead’s

Imagine you could share a meal with any three people - living or dead. Who would you choose? The three people I would invite is Johnny Depp, My sister, and Poltergeist People. The first because he is an amazing actor and stands as a favorite to both my sister and I, the second I would invite so I can share the great experience with, and the third because she is a favored author to my sister and I, and we'd both love to meet her.

Have you ever felt guilty after something bad happened to you & your family? I know I have. Everyone’s life is impacted by something that has happened to them. Birth. Death. Accident. Each one of these can affect someone's life drastically. One day my life was changed in just a couple seconds. My family and I got into a bad car accident. A decision I made that day caused it to happen.

GHOST: I have been having a little rest in my coffin and thinking a little thought. These Americans really need to be taught a lesson. They're simply begging for it. And I am sure I can satisfy. It is a grand plan, thoroughly orchestrated: I begin at midnight, of course, In the master bedchamber where I plan to seize the professor by the ankles, gibber at him from the foot of the bed and stab myself three times in the chest to the sound of slow music.

After graduation, I worked as an Art Director/Graphic Designer, mostly for magazines and catalogs. For almost two decades, I worked very long hours, hence did little with my own art other than an occasional painting or drawing. Once I had a little more time in my life, my own art happily resurfaced as a priority, and even more truthfully, an obsession.