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Introducing you to The Boiling Face In The Silver “The Boiling Face In The Silver”, Was written as an Extended Metaphor, comparing anger to a dark hole in a wall. The poem could mean many different things, and have several different meanings and perspectives depending on how you decide to look at it.

The Different Meanings Was there really a hole in the wall? This poem could be read as the narrator being angry, and punching a whole into the wall out of anger, then pushing a dresser across the room to cover it. The line “Hitting the wall, and anger not right” could cause the reader to imagine the narrator hitting the wall and leaving a hole, as said in line 9 of stanza 3 saying “I stare at the hole in the wall”.

The poem starts off saying “The redness boiling a’mind” Which gives the reader a hint that this is a metaphor as redness, doesn't actually boil in your mind when you are angry. In stanza 2, line 7 it says “Cracking my knuckles to feel the pain” Which is also right before the line stating that the narrator hit the wall. The narrator did not actually hit the wall, but they cracked their knuckles, creating a similar pain, and a self reflection. The narrator then pushes there back up against the wall, showing it is not broken, and slides down it.

Meaning of the Title The poem is named “The Boiling Face In The Silver” As the “Boiling Face” is the narrator talking about themselves being angry and looking angry. The “Silver” is referring to a mirror on top of a shelf, which is why the narrator can see themselves. The Boiling face in the silver could also have the imagery of someone's face boiling in a pot on a stove, explaining how the narrator is angry and just feels heat and fiery. So the title could also mean more than one thing along with the rest of the poem.

The way you look and imagine the poem could cause many different emotions or feelings, if you look at it the wrong way though, it could also cause some confusion

Background of the poem The Boiling Face In The Silver, was written by Eliana Diez, a 15 year old girl. Eliana Diez says that she seems to get angry very often, and that along with stress, she likes to find coping methods. Diez says “Usually when people are angry, they tend to hit things, break things, scream or yell, or sometimes even do things that will hurt others or themselves. I will admit, yes some of those things are tempting, but that is not how i like to go about things, because after, when i have calmed down, my actions were almost pointless and i would question my self as to why i did those things.” After getting into a verbal face to face argument with someone, Eliana says that she was very angry, but at the time she was on her computer doing her homework when the argument interrupted her work, “i just opened a new tab, tapped on docs, made a blank doc and started typing out my emotions.” Diez also says that she never wrote down “angry, sad, mad” like a brainstorm of her feelings, she just started typing how she felt into a poem and sometimes the words would just rhyme. Another interesting thing about this poem, is that, Diez never actually did any of the things it said she did in the poem, she never “Popped” her knuckles, or “Slid down” the wall, there wasn't even a Mirror, shelf, or dusty dresser. None of the things in the poem actually happened, but it was based off of possible things, and it all had meaning to it. In the poem it talks about how she heard the parents outside and the kids, other known as her siblings, like they were just getting back from somewhere. When the poem was being typed, Diez’s parents and all her siblings were already home and have been home.