Nate

By: Nathan McDermott
 * For the forgotten...**

Try to let them overrun you, even if it is against every will in your mind, without them there is nothing you can do.

As they come flooding in attempting to gain control of everything they can find, try to let them overrun you.

They mean no harm, and should be nothing new, as they flood your system though, they won’t always be kind, without them there is nothing you can do.

And as your thinking raged they only grew, and it has become clear there is no way to leave them behind, try to let them overrun you.

They spread like a virus and mixed with those who started to believe they had become stuck in a bind, without them there is nothing you can do.

And by now hopefully you have realized they work that they do, and have not attempted to keep these emotion confined, try to let them overrun you, without them there is nothing you can do.

**Master Techniques**
1. "without them there is nothing you can do." - Repetition 2. "They spread like a virus" - Simile

=Guitar= By: Nathan McDermott

As I sit and strum things start to fade, First a grade, then a game, followed by ever more, Such as a conversation with a friend, or a friend entirely. And as this basic stuff starts to go it is followed by more, Things like school work and recent events quickly make their exit Accompanied by the previous days occurrences and family. But as it seems like these certain things are ones that one would not like to lose, When I stop this strumming that has caused all of this forgetting, I return to reality, escaping the dream land of music.

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 * Recording of Recitation**

**Master Techniques**
1. "As I sit and strum things start to fade," - Imagery 2. "I return to reality, escaping the dream land of music." - Speaker

=O Captain! My Captain!= By: Walt Whitman

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack,

 the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

 While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart!

 O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

 O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up- for you the flag is flung- for

 you the bugle trills,

 For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths- for you the shores

 a-crowding,

 For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

 Here Captain! dear father!

 This arm beneath your head!

 It is some dream that on the deck,

 You've fallen cold and dead.

 My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

 My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,

 The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,

<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> But I with mournful tread,

<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Walk the deck my Captain lies,

<span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Fallen cold and dead.

**Master Techniques**
1. "<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting," - Cool, vivid words <span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">2. "Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my captain lies, Fallen Cold and dead." - Line breaks