by CJ Lopez
Days passed and she is still
A woman in darkness nowhere to be found
The burning soul screams
For lust and admiration.
She is lost,
In this world of choices
She chose to be lost
I can't tell.
Never been different from all
A universe in an obsolete galaxy
Waiting for the mysteries to be unfold
But she's still there waiting to be called.
by CJ Lopez
It is anguish inside the moment I saw it
A bad taste in one's mouth thinking about what caused this
Too much for an overflowing river in an unwanted rainy season
A late bloomer of consciousness, where is it when I need it?
It's too late now
I've decided my fate
I lost it
The battle of hearts
Who has to blame?
by CJ Lopez
Let's all take time to appreciate the moon.
Today's Monday and the universe is sparkling above us.
Only few are lucky to have been blessed with the scene.
A magnificent look of what life is.
This life is our galaxy.
Some shines like a star,
A planet of possibilities maybe.
Some are just like the moon,
Who can't illuminate by himself.
Who can't bring light as always to many.
But what makes it special,
Is its wonders and mysteries.
by CJ Lopez
Two roads diverged in a wood
One is the path of many,
The other is uncertain.
They say life is worth risking,
And the heart is our choice.
I stood there thinking.
What will be the right choice?
The way of people who are sure
Or the way that still needs to discover.
I neglected the many.
I took the road of nowhere.
The path that challenges my capacity,
To know what's beyond my world.
The road where mysteries are to be unfold.
The road where brave souls go.
Two roads diverged in a wood.
I took the one less traveled by,
Now I'm lost.
On the road I stopped and see,
A family who shares so glee.
The image of moment I stare,
They were so fine, so fair.
How nice it is, a family of care.
A family of joy, a family who share.
The old people’s responsibility,
Are seen done in reality.
I bid farewell to the scene.
A perfect portrait kin.
On the road I walked alone,
To face the world my own.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born William Sidney Porter, this master of short stories is much better known under his pen name “O. Henry.” He was born September 11, 1862 in N. Carolina. He has become a symbol to represent a recognizable species of short story writing. He wrote nearly three hundred stories. Most of O. Henry` s were translated into foreign languages. His stories are very American in language. And one of the most popular and famous story is “The Skylight Room”
Introduction of the rooms and Miss Leeson, without a choice, buys the “skylight room” with money she can afford.
Meets Billy Jackson the Star and fellow lodgers
Job becomes scarce so Miss Leeson goes to her room without food, and dying from starvation
Fellow lodgers finds her in her room and call an ambulance.
In typical O. Henry fashion, we get the surprise ending – gets treatment from a doctor named William Jackson.
New York City probably in early 1990s.
- Ms. Leeson
- Mrs. Parker
- Mr. Hoover
- Ms. Longnecker
- Mr. Skidder
- William Jackson
POINT of VIEW
- MAN Vs. CIRCUMSTANCES (Dominant)
- MAN Vs. SOCIETY
- Billy Jackson – her hopes and dreams
- The skylight room – a metaphor of her life
The reality of life and our hopes
“No matter what situation you are in, you should always have an optimistic heart”
- Lambrequin- a short piece of decorative jewelry hanging above a door.
- Smite – strike with a firm blow
- Cicerone- a tour guide, esp. one who explains antiquities
- Contemptuous- showing contempt
- Roguish- characteristic of a dishonest and unprincipled person
- Tocsin- an alarm bell or signal
- Cabalistic- referring to meanings of esoteric and mythical interpretations
- Whimsical- playfully quaint or fanciful
- Implacable- unstopable
- Corpulence- the state of being fat
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Timothy Shay Arthur was born on June 6, 1809 and died on March 6, 1885. He was a popular 19th century American author, most famous for his temperance novel: “Ten Nights in Bar-Room and What I Saw There”(1854). Arthur’s ideas may seem simplistic or even oppressive today but many readers in his time found him relevant, helpful, reassuring and compelling.
- Three children: John, Kate and Maggie leave alone, when their mother die in a drunken fit right in front of their eyes.
- After the funeral, John and Kate was taken separately by two villagers while nobody wants to take care of the sick Maggie; until Mr. Thompson.
- Mr. Thompson arrives at his house carrying Maggie but his wife doesn’t like it and wants the child to be sent to the poorhouse.
- Mr. Thompson finds her wife talking to Maggie. After their supper talks to Maggie and then later on Mrs. Thompson arrives with the child’s food. Mrs. Thompson decided to let Maggie stay within two days before sending the child to the poorhouse.
- After how many days, Mr. Thompson didn’t see the Guardian’s of the Poor and never saw them. Decides to let Maggie stay and live with them at their house.
- Mr. Thompson
- Mrs. Thompson
- Farmer Jones
- Mrs. Ellis
- No particular name of the place
- In a village where people aren’t very wealthy
- It’s a dark and gloomy place (based on the description)
- Hovel – poor
- Poorhouse – represents the sick and helpless children
Imagery – Visual Imagery
Theme – Compassion is the primary theme of the short story.
- Idleness- the state of being indolence; laziness
- Temperance- Moderation of passion; patience; calmness
- Scoffed- to jeer; laugh at with contempt and derision
- Poorhouse- a charitable institution where poor or homeless people are lodged
- Saintly- like a characteristic of a saint
- Mended- to repair
- Shrink- to become smaller
- Apt- suitable, appropriate; fit
- Errand- a trip to accomplish a small mission or to do some business
- Countenance – Appearance, esp. The feature and expression of the face
by CJ Lopez
Midnight thoughts of our memories,
The nights that we've been together.
Out of the blue alone,
I'm missing you.
My gypsy mind brought my heart
to an uncertain place to wander.
The escaping endeavor of oneself,
but back by your sweet gestures.
Unstable sense, tries to bring back
the old I that ones stand.
Here I am, I shout for harmony
Clear what's inside, clear my heart.
The night’s first kiss gently awakens me.
Soft touches and sweet whispers got me.
But things are better left unsaid.