Breath, Eyes, Memory

The confronting opinions of Wilfred Owen centre around the effects of human conflict, giving responders the ability to open their eyes to the reality of the new type of war and it’s impact on the soldiers and the broader society. The horrors and agony that Owen faced during World War 1 forced him to begin writing to warn and teach those on the homefront the disgusting nature to relinquish the romantic view that society had of it. In the poems ‘Dulce Et Decorum Est’, and ‘Anthem for Doomed Youth’

venomous tale. “Please?” he repeated. Lily opened it wider, but stood in front of the screen, making no move to let him inside. The room was shaded, but even in the dimly lit entryway, Marc could tell she had been crying. “Please let me in.” His eyes pleaded with her as well as his words. “Please... I really need to talk to you.” She left the screen and walked away, but did not close the front door. He opened it and followed her

Throughout stanza 2 of the poem, Roethke incorporates word choice to express the speaker's worry for his father's addiction to alcohol. As the speaker reflects on the overuse of alcohol by his father, he states, “ The whiskey on your breath, Could make a small boy dizzy,” (line 1). Roethke’s usage of the word “dizzy” helps illustrates how the difficult past of the son is encountered in the household and is affected by his father’s alcoholism. The meaning of “dizzy” in the poem can represent

birth, previous residences, schooling grades, college applications and employment history, and the deeper he, the more he was encouraged that indeed she was who and what she said. The most interesting discovery was her medical records, and the man's eyes furrowed in an expression of curiosity when he scrolled through the list of her prescriptions, and eventually arrived at the diagnosis. Unlike Pete Norris, who was in a perfectly state of mind, fully aware of the inhumanity of his acts he perpetrated

residences, schooling exams, college application and employment history, and the more he discovered the more he was encouraged that indeed she was who and what she said she was. The most interesting discovery was her medical records, and the man's eyes furrowed in an expression of curiosity as he scrolled through the list of her prescriptions, and then eventually came to her diagosis. Unlike Pete Norris, who was perfectly sane, and completely aware of the inhumanity of his acts, but perpetrated them

front of the church and waves her forward. She rubs her sweaty palms together. She takes two deep breaths, putting her left foot out in front of her followed by the right. She begins walking towards the lone, dark wood casket. Her best friend lied beneath the closed doors. She makes her way to the front and faces the crowd clothed in mourning clothes. She glances around the crowd, noticing the red eyes and used tissues. “We’re all here for one reason. Caleb. He was my absolute best friend. When I

care about. It appears that hindsight is definitely 20/20. To look back at the mistake of my past relationship with my girlfriend and to feel the strong feelings as if we were together yesterday, then reality that she's vanished and now only a strong memory. The pressure of being a guy in freshman year at a large high school is like swimming in the middle of an ocean. So many waves around you pleading for attention and to accept the plead only has your arms in a raging motion trying to keep your head

in the city. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, but it would still be some time before she could make it home to rest. She decided to wait until the crowd of passengers hailing taxis thinned out to claim her own. To her left was an automat. The smell of fresh coffee and warm pastries beckoned her inside. Even though it was quite late, the small cafeteria was full of drifters and families waiting for the next train to arrive. She settled in a small table near the door to keep an eye on the taxis. She

always remembers family traditions around the holidays, her favorite class; science and her best friend; Zoey. Lizzie also has flashbacks and memories about little things like ordering pizza every thursday night for dinner with her family. “ Liz remembers the time that she had spotted a sea green cashmere sweater that was the exact color of her father’s eyes. The weather cost $150, but it was absolutely perfect. Liz had saved money from several months of babysitting…” (2005, page 139) This quote is

The Emperor’s Wrath woke up in a cold sweat, the droplets falling off her face and onto her bed, mixing with her tears streaming down her cheeks. The images of her nightmare were flashing before her eyes, showing her the same thing over and over again. She felt the screams as if it just had happened even though it months had passed. The screams that crawled under her skin, that picked at her, reminded her. Reminded her of how she wasn’t good enough. She wanted to pick at them, at her skin, pick at