Analysis of A collection of poems about unrequited love, oppression, and life.



I feel like I can't breathe
And all these worries plant needs but granted I can't leave.
Elevating to the point where I can't meet these standards,
All the people meander watching me be tampered
With the confliction of no one to reach me
Yet somehow I'm still beneath thee
I'll be somewhere above where the trees be
I need someone to drag me down
Yet in that process it just stabs the frown
Pain contorting while the insane is supporting
An empty smile because you left me a while
Ago
What builds up and tears apart
Brings together and isolates
Buys a person's heart and breaks it?
It's Love,
The epitome of a broken teenager lost
In the depths of a unequivalent bond and shattered hope

Lost over love
The cost shows her blood
That she tempered at the expense
Of her friends that kept her tense
No way to find out who cares
Slow days grind in the clutch of their snare
Asking God for closure, but he ain't touching you there
Masking your body from exposure because of the bludgeon that stares

From outwardly appearances trapping the pain we feel within
Doubt firstly starts tearing this grasping of shame, still it's in
We try to overcome these barriers by ignoring them altogether
Never sober and done, we breath to carry hurt; not soaring above the fall of what is tethered
We abandon hope and use it to cope
Just for the falsehood of optimism of the broke
If only the lost would stop and listen to the words God spoke
Bringing peace into our minds that was alluded by the implemented disfigurements
Of life then when the pins amended the ignorance

Grounded emotions crumbled in the tortured mind
Drowning explosions mumble in the orchards vine
Sprouted motion fumbles because the sword is blind
You pick a grape, and the line shrivels to dust
By the likes of fate, its riddles are tough
The rest of the fruit tree is barren and shrewd
The test goes smoothly, until it's carrying through
its heavy burdens buried for you
Steady burning, but not determined to lose,
you pick up the fuel, your crees yearning to rule
dominance over the circumstances that brew
promises prominent in the drama splint, chances are few
Life ends up making you start dancing with two
elements, water and fire
Balance the fortune tellers wit, and what has taught her to elevate the tired
Predicting a good outcome
isn't always guaranteed, because existing in the restricting encryptions consist of things that you should doubt from
We all share and bleed the concept of life's endeavors
Stay strong, we might find its treasures

Even though everything seems untouched
Peoples dreams are crushed
They're well awake and the delegates tell their fate that hell awaits
Deception usurping our stance
Expression hurting the chance
To ever make change into this broken planet
Left to rot into the surrounding chaos and unspoken abandonment
Deaf to to what has brought us to our days off, tokens of enchantment

We celebrate the accelerated delegates who never made it
We honor the dead and I ponder in bed
If our forefathers are thread
Then we are the needles, we have to stop casting a stitch as if our Problems are see through
If 2020 was the end, then this is the sequel
We gotta be knee deep or are society will eat you
Pretending to act as if the bullets of pain are ricocheting right off our backs
The unrelentless depression of  the abused and the shamed are the cries of the powerless cracks
That makes up this fragile system that we somehow carry through
The paddles miss them, yet the water still tears you to
The point of suffocation because of an outlasted empire
Will it ever end, the tyranny ruling over our head?
My mouth crashes in fire
Just for speaking up for what is rooted in firm truth
The world will iterate lies, so you have earn fruit.


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Poetic Form
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Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 3,739
Words 684
Sentences 4
Stanzas 6
Stanza Lengths 18, 8, 9, 19, 8, 15
Lines Amount 77
Letters per line (avg) 39
Words per line (avg) 9
Letters per stanza (avg) 503
Words per stanza (avg) 112
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Submitted by justanotherpersononplanetearth on March 23, 2023

Modified on April 06, 2023

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