Month: November 2022

Posted in Poetry

A poem too confusing for Jane Austen

Posted on by @yourauthor

I am half agony, half hope

Lost in the eye’s of a forgotten foe

Drowning in the remains of a shattered soul

Save not my wanton soul

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Hold! Hold! You treacherous foal!

How dare you give up our own home!

There’s a point in life where it’s not your own.

When your country calls what isn’t theirs,

To surrender without fight is the greatest fault.

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(I have no idea where this came from but I’ll do my best to explain: The first stanza is a woeful character from any one of Jane Austen’s novels, just vomiting words in a dramatic stance. The second stanza transcribes a man of great ‘wisdom’ advising the women to not give up and to keep fighting. On the other hand, nothing is specified and the extent of the woe or the wisdom of the characters is unspecified.)

Posted in Poetry

Just another day

Posted on by @yourauthor

In matrimony i proffess,

the most controversial of steps,

slide down the aisle,

and up to hell.

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Shadows of doubt,

threaten my vision,

swimming in my fears,

are bouts of tears.

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Whom I really is not

mine but lost,

to defy God’s trust

easy, but at what cost?

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So i still my hands,

hunch my shoulders,

smear dirt on my face-

leave no tear tracks to trace.

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For today I’m a coward,

but tomorrow I’m brave.

I tell myself,

It’s just another day.