Analyze my Poems
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Let death have a seat in the rocking chair
while I prepare my last testament:
bury me in a shallow grave by the tunnel's sidewalk,
where I have a chance to feel her footsteps passing by
and plant her an oak tree for shade,
so she can read my poems for her back to me
color my headstone royal purple
wrap me in canvas as my farewell suit
seasoned with glittered dirt
analyze the sprinkled dots lettered l-a-l-y.
Granting my poems antiquity
weaved within it the stories of my birth,
loyalty, defeat, and death.
ornaments in the passing autumn wind
sweeping our regrets to freeze in winter
castling them for exhaled breaths of the living
in the currents of spring,
splash the spotlights on me.
but release them when it's summertime
sing slow songs for a sloth mind,
for the slow denials to catch on
I have some unsolved thoughts left
analyze them in my poems.
so don't look far, the code is between your fingers and lips
I found out that the after-effect was satans charm
in the wake of her passing image
a fake light in a makeshift tunnel
a dark foe disguised as a mind talker
spinning the demented thoughts in me
a displaced zone drifter from new york,
I should've been in California.
scavengers in the aftermath
looting my prized memories
leaving me with the dredges.
analyze what I have left
but remember death wishes are to be honored
there is a core of emotions
it's bound to be found
in the traces of her voice
reading my poems for her over my grave back to me.
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lyrics & vocals: azdi404
music credits: can't stay anymore by Farberbeats
====================================== ======================================Analyze my poems v1
Let death have a seat in the rocking chair
while I prepare my last testament:
bury me in a shallow grave by the tunnel's sidewalk,
where I have a chance to feel her footsteps passing by
and plant her an oak tree for shade,
so she can read my poems for her back to me
=
color my headstone royal purple
wrap me in canvas as my farewell suit
seasoned with glittered dirt
analyze the sprinkled dots lettered l-a-l-y.
Granting my poems antiquity
weaved within it the stories of my birth,
love, defeat, and death.
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ornaments in the passing autumn wind
sweeping our regrets to freeze in winter
castling them for exhaled breaths of the living
in the currents of spring,
splash the spotlights on me.
Release them; it's now summertime.
=
sing slow songs for a sloth mind,
for the slow denials to catch on
I have some unsolved thoughts left.
=
I found out that the after-effect was satans charm
in the wake of her passing image
a fake light in a makeshift tunnel
a dark foe disguised as a mind talker
spinning the demented thoughts in me
a displaced zone drifter from new york,
I should've been in California.
=
scavengers in the aftermath
looting my prized memories
leaving me with the dredges.
analyze what I have left
death wishes are to be honored
there is a core of emotions
it's bound to be found
in the traces of her voice
reading my poems over my grave back to me.
=
lyrics & vocals: azdi404
music credits: Rain Of Brass Petals - Silent Hill 3 (piano arrangement) - Akira Yamaoka which is owned by Lakeshore Records in certain territories.
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Here is a deep, structured literary analysis of your poem “Analyze My Poems” — both line-by-line and thematic/psychological, with attention to symbolism, motifs, voice, metaphysics, and emotional architecture.
🌑 I. OVERVIEW
“Analyze My Poems” is an elegiac self-eulogy, a poem written as if the speaker is preparing for his own death while simultaneously witnessing the afterlife of his art. It’s a meditation on:
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memory as a graveyard
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the beloved as priest, mourner, and judge
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poetry as the only form of resurrection
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guilt and longing as a form of haunting
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death as a stage, not an end
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self-analysis through art rather than confession
You write the speaker as someone who wants to be dead but not gone, buried but still listening, vanished but readable—an artist whose final testament is a plea:
“Understand me through what I left behind.”
🌿 II. STANZA-BY-STANZA ANALYSIS
1. “Let death have a seat in the rocking chair…”
You open with a surreal but domestic image:
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death is personified, almost invited into the home,
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seated in a rocking chair, symbol of elderly caretakers, grandparents, memory, and passing time.
The speaker is preparing a last testament—but the tone is calm, ritualistic, not panicked.
2. “Bury me in a shallow grave by the tunnel’s sidewalk…”
A shallow grave = desire not to fully disappear.
You want her footsteps to pass close enough to stir the earth.
The tunnel symbolizes:
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transitions
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liminality
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the boundary between worlds
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or the speaker’s recurring motif of “dark passage” and “false light”
The oak tree is a symbol of legacy—but also shade.
Shade = comfort → but also concealment.
3. “So she can read my poems for her back to me”
This line is the emotional nucleus of the whole poem.
The speaker wants:
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the beloved to engage with his art
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the act of reading to be a resurrection
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the poems to serve as a voice beyond death
The feedback loop is intimate and tragic:
He wrote for her → he dies → she reads → he “hears” again.
4. “Color my headstone royal purple… seasoned with glittered dirt”
Purple = royalty, mourning, mysticism, bruise colors.
You turn the burial into an art installation.
“Glittered dirt” juxtaposes:
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glamour & decay
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celebration & burial
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the theatrical & the honest
5. “Analyze the sprinkled dots lettered l-a-l-y”
This is extremely cryptic on purpose.
“l-a-l-y” looks like:
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initials
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a name
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a code
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a signature
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an acrostic
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a linguistic fossil
You’re giving the beloved a puzzle, asking her to decode your identity posthumously.
6. “Granting my poems antiquity… loyalty, defeat, and death”
You cast your poems as ancient relics.
By dying, the speaker gives them:
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gravitas
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legitimacy
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permanence
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mythic weight
These three elements return throughout your work:
loyalty → devotion,
defeat → heartbreak,
death → transformation.
7. “Ornaments in the passing autumn wind… freeze in winter”
This stanza maps the emotional arc into seasonal metaphors:
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Autumn → regret (falling leaves)
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Winter → frozen regrets
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Spring → spotlight / rebirth
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Summer → release / abandonment
Each season carries a shift in perspective.
8. “Sing slow songs for a sloth mind…”
“Sloth mind” suggests:
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depressive lethargy
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dissociation
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exhaustion
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emotional delay
The speaker admits he is slow to understand his own denials.
The code “between your fingers and lips” =
everything he wants her to understand is already touch and speech.
9. “Satan’s charm… mind talker… demented thoughts”
Possible interpretations:
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intrusive thoughts
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guilt
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psychological hauntings
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trauma narrators
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illusions of the beloved
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post-breakup hallucinations
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self-blame framed as an external force
The “fake light” ties back to the tunnel—
false hope, false resolutions.
10. “A displaced zone drifter from New York / I should’ve been in California”
A moment of geographical metaphor:
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New York = density, noise, stress
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California = peace, escape, reinvention
This line may reflect:
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regret
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the feeling of being misplaced
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a life lived in the wrong geography (emotionally or physically)
11. “Scavengers in the aftermath…”
Others pick apart the speaker’s memories.
He feels stripped of his emotional artifacts.
Only the worthless “dredges” remain.
There’s a sense of victimization:
his grief has been looted.
12. “Analyze what I have left… death wishes are to be honored”
An invitation: read what remains of me.
This is a continuation of the last testament frame.
The “death wish” is not suicidal—
it’s an artistic desire:
bury me, but let my words speak.
13. “There is a core of emotions…”
The closing passage is a return to the beloved:
Her voice is the excavation tool
to uncover the core of the speaker’s emotions.
He imagines her reading his poems over his grave.
This is the perfect cycle:
He writes → dies → she reads → he feels → poem reborn.
It’s tragic, beautiful, and deeply ritualistic.
🔥 III. THEMATIC + PSYCHOLOGICAL READING
1. Death as a performance
Your speaker treats death like an aesthetic staging:
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glitter
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purple headstone
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shallow grave
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location chosen for footstep acoustics
Death is a final artistic medium.
You create a theater of burial.
2. The beloved as priest and executioner
She is:
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the mourner
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the reader
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the reason
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the ritual leader
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the audience
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the cause of pain
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the desired salvation
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the archivist of his soul
She is the gravitational center of the narrative.
3. Poem as identity relic
You repeatedly frame your poems as:
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artifacts
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fossils
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coded messages
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antiquities
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testimonies
This gives your art a sacred role:
the poem replaces the body.
4. The speaker’s guilt + fatalism
The tone is resigned, not desperate.
He feels:
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too late
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too broken
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too analyzed
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too understood yet misunderstood
Death becomes a metaphor for final acceptance.
5. Haunting
The speaker wants to haunt—but tenderly:
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shallow grave
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footsteps
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seasonal winds
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reading poems aloud
This isn’t a ghost of malice but of longing.
🎠IV. SYMBOLISM IN KEY OBJECTS
Rocking chair
Time, memory, aging, watching.
Tunnel
Transition, death, false salvation.
Oak tree
Longevity + witness.
Glittered dirt
Decay + beauty merging.
l-a-l-y
Mystery, a lock for the beloved to unlock.
🌙 V. STRUCTURAL AND SOUND ANALYSIS
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Repetition of a sounds (“analyze,” “shallow,” “passing,” “satan”):
creates a hollow, breathy tone. -
Recurring verbs of removal: bury, freeze, sweep, loot, cast.
Suggest depletion. -
Syntax:
Long, drifting sentences mimic the meditative trance you describe. -
Repetition/reflection:
The poem circles like a mourner pacing.
🌌 VI. WHAT MAKES THIS POEM DISTINCTIVE
You write with a very recognizable signature:
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Gothic romanticism
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Cinematic staging
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Confessional myth-making
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Emotional residue as narrative
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Symbol-heavy but emotionally transparent
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A voice that wants to be found—posthumously
It’s a style blending Sylvia Plath, Baudelaire, and Nick Cave with your own vocabulary of tunnels, wounds, rituals, and memory.
🖤 VII. SUMMARY
“Analyze My Poems” is a self-written elegy where:
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death is a stage
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poetry is an artifact
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memory is a haunting
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the beloved is the key
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analysis is resurrection
It’s a poem about wanting to be gone but not forgotten, buried but still communicating, loved but too late.
If you’d like:
I can also provide a mythology-based interpretation
3. MYTHOLOGY-BASED INTERPRETATION OF “Analyze My Poems”
(A reading through archetypes, mythic roles, and underworld symbolism)
Your poem is operating within a mythic architecture of death, devotion, and afterlife communication, very similar to:
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Orpheus (trying to reach Eurydice in the underworld through poetry)
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Osiris (dismembered, resurrected through memory and ritual)
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Persephone / Hades (cyclical presence and absence = the seasons in your poem)
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The Jewish & Christian “Book of Life” (your poems functioning as a testament)
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The Greek Moirai (fate, threads, coded messages in fingers/lips)
The core myth at work is Orphic:
You place yourself in the underworld on purpose — buried shallowly — not to die, but to remain within hearing distance of the beloved. Like Orpheus singing to retrieve Eurydice, you want her voice to retrieve you.
The Oak Tree → Yggdrasil / Zeus’ Sacred Tree / the axis between worlds
Planting her an oak tree serves as a portal.
In myth, the oak is:
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Zeus’ tree (Greek)
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The Tree of Life (cross-cultural)
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A symbol of continuity between worlds
You are creating a mythic bridge between life and afterlife so she can read your poems “back into you,” resurrecting memory.
Royal Purple → Imperial death, resurrection, and sacredness
Purple is the color of:
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emperors
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priests
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resurrection robes
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wounds of gods in medieval iconography
You’re placing yourself in sacred death, not ordinary death.
You become a martyr of devotion.
Canvas shroud, glittered dirt → Egyptian burial rites
The “canvas farewell suit” echoes:
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Egyptian mummy wrappings
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gilt (gold/glitter) dust used on tombs
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the idea of turning the dead into artifacts
You transform yourself into relic + artwork, and your poems become scripture.
The Four Seasons → A Persephone Cycle
Your burial follows a seasonal structure:
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Autumn: regrets falling
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Winter: freezing exile
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Spring: spotlight (rebirth)
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Summer: release, disappearance
Persephone’s myth explains why seasons change — your poem uses her cycle to represent grief and temporary resurrection. She becomes a goddess who returns only sometimes.
Satan’s charm, tunnel-mimic light → False Oracles
These lines evoke:
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The Devil appearing as light (Biblical)
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The false tunnel in near-death myths
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Gnostic mistrust of “false revelation”
It’s the mythic idea that not everything in the underworld is trustworthy.
Your grief conjures deceivers, tricksters, and shadows — ancient archetypes of False Guides.
"Displaced zone drifter from New York → should've been in California"
This is the Odyssean “wrong shore” motif.
Heroes in myth often wash ashore in the wrong land:
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Odysseus
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Aeneas
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Sinbad
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Irish immram tales (voyages to wrong isles)
Your speaker sees himself as someone who ended up in the wrong myth, the wrong coastline, the wrong destiny.
Scavengers in the aftermath → Norse Valkyries inverted
Instead of Valkyries preserving glory, these scavengers loot your memories.
It’s an anti-myth, a reversed heroic funeral.
Her voice reading your poems over your grave → Resurrection Rite
This echoes:
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Isis reassembling Osiris through incantation
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Orpheus raising Eurydice through song
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Romantic necromantic myths (Tristan & Isolde)
Her voice becomes a spell, a prayer, and a ritual of reanimation.
In short:
Your poem is a mythic ritual disguised as a lament.
You’re performing your own funeral to elevate the beloved into a demi-goddess who both kills and resurrects you.
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