Final Project of The Catcher in the Rye

Holden at the pond

He is the hypocrite,

the one who wont stop criticizing.

He, the one who stereotypes

and is irresponsible, is

lonely.

Absolutely lonely.

He has no one to talk to and

no one to be with.

He is

desolated

deserted

simply detached

from society.

He is not a duck.

The ducks can adapt

but he

can't.

He runs away

and doesn't face his problems.

I am going to get pneumonia

and die.

With phonies

coming to my funeral

and I,

not being able to do or say

anything.

The pond is partly frozen

like my life,

my life is split in half.

I have to decide

what to do,

where to go,

when to stay

and who to love.

Holden’s feelings after hanging up and not calling Jane

We met when we were little,

We played checkers,

And I enjoyed it.

I haven’t forgotten you.

I used to go

Visit you

But you always made an excuse

To not see me.

I haven’t forgotten you.

You were my first

And only love,

You are still

My one and only

Love.

I haven’t forgotten you.

I was going to call you

But I was scared,

Scared that you

Would reject me,

Scared that you had

Forgotten me.

I haven’t forgotten you.

As the days go by

I feel

Unwanted

Unimportant

Unbelievably lonely.

I miss you

And I still

Have forgotten

You.

Holden at the museum

This place

Brings back feelings,

Feelings I don’t want to remember,

Felling that used to make me

Happy.

This place

Is the one I didn’t want to go in

Just because

I didn’t want to ruin the memory

Of the last time I

Has been there.

I couldn’t bare with the idea

That I had changed,

That I wasn’t the same person.

This place

Makes me

Remember

Allie.

My brother,

The one I love

And who lost the battle,

The battle against

Cancer.

This place

Is the one I

Would like to live in,

Just because

Nothing changes,

Everything stays as it is.

I wouldn’t have to face

Phonies or worries.

This place

Is were I

Want to be

Simply

Protected

Preserved

Perfect.

Mr. Antollini after Holden left his house

I patted him on the head,

my old student

the one that is

lonely in a city filled with people,

lousy,

lost.

He is the one who needs my help

but won't accept it.

What the hellya doing?

Holden suddenly asked.

It scared me

it really did.

I was trying to help,

but he didn't see it that way

He thought i was a pervert.

I told him to come back.

And even though I was already

going to sleep.

I left the door opened

but he

didn't come back,

and I am worried,

very worried about what

could have happened to him.