Analysis of And now he knows

Jason Marriner 1980 (Pensacola)



Here lies this man
This tortured soul
Taken by Death's hand
Buried in this ground, deep and cold
The casket closed

And now he knows
No more air, no more light
Only suffering for him tonight
No more time to get things right
No chance of peace for him in sight

He lived, he fought, for what he thought was right
He clutched, he held on tight
To the idea, all in love was right
He spent his life, his last breath
Eluding Death
He was a fool, now it shows
He was a tool

And now he knows
No more air, no more light
Only suffering for him tonight
No more time to get things right
No chance of peace for him in sight

Now only grass grows
On his final resting place
Buried down below
Where only roaches, worms and maggots taste
Where only the river of wasted life flows

And now he knows.


Scheme xxxxx ABBBB bbbccax ABBBB axxxa A
Poetic Form
Metre 1111 1101 10111 10011101 0101 0111 111111 101001101 1111111 11111101 1111111111 111111 1001010111 1111111 0101 1101111 1101 0111 111111 101001101 1111111 11111101 11011 1110101 10101 1101010101 11001011011 0111
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 790
Words 166
Sentences 2
Stanzas 6
Stanza Lengths 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 1
Lines Amount 28
Letters per line (avg) 22
Words per line (avg) 6
Letters per stanza (avg) 102
Words per stanza (avg) 26

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A little of my Metallica-istic side

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Written on July 11, 2022

Submitted by Daleisnmyhardt3 on July 11, 2022

Modified by Daleisnmyhardt3 on July 11, 2022

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Jason Marriner

I was born in Pensacola,Florida. Raised in Portsmouth,Virginia and Indianapolis,Indiana. Raised by a single mother. As most children might say, I couldn't have asked for a better mother. Although with age I've come to realize I could've been a better son. I didn't always make it easy on her. I started writing off and on when I was about 13, more as a way to vent, and I never really took my writing seriously. But my mother did. She always wanted me to pursue it as a career, but of course, being a teenage boy, I resented the idea because it wasn't mine. I didn't even particularly enjoy writing, it was just a way to express myself and the mood only strikes me once in awhile, could be one a week, could be one every ten years. I started considering writing more right about the time the song 8 Mile came out and I rewrote it in my own words. I actually liked how it turned out. But a thunderstorm had other ideas, lightning struck a transformer outside my apartment and I lost it all. I didn't write again for around ten years. I would find inspiration again in my late 20s. I had just started my career as a truck driver when I met the person who would forever change my life. Six months of dating and living together was all the time I needed to know I was going to marry this woman. She made me wait another two and a half years, but we finally took the plunge, and it was more than I ever deserved. We would be together another three or four years before ultimately breaking up. I look back on those years as the best years of my life to this day. I harbor no ill will at all towards you, I still care enough about you that I sincerely hope you find happiness. In 2013, my mom died and the effect it had on me is still felt today. I honestly believe that her passing took such a toll on me that I sabotaged my marriage. I say that not to lay blame on my mother, it was my fault for the things I did. For the next few years after my failed marriage, I would basically drown myself in work, driving around the country, and writing from time to time. In 2017 I met a family that would become an extension of my own family, they've basically adopted me for some unknown reason. I still wonder why sometimes. But I'm grateful. I never felt like I had a connection with many people in my life, aside from my mother, my ex wife and my closest friend from high school, but this family is right there. On July 11th of 2022, the ninth anniversary of my mother's death, I decided that I would try to do something with my writing, maybe even try to get published, it's what she always wanted me to do. I've started writing what I'd like to think of as songs, but I have no grand fantasy that someone will ever sing them on the radio. I'm just trying to honor my mother's wishes. So, with that being said, I sincerely hope that if you choose to read these poems, that you enjoy them. Thank you! more…

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