Writing A Sonnet About Lyssa’s Scorn

Home On A Friday Night

Man this work week went pretty quick and to think that I have been working there for two weeks and the time has just flown but seemed to keep me on the ground. Now that I have all of this weekend to rest, relax or go out and party, I chose to stay home tonight. Tonight after getting home from work at 6:45 p.m.

I just wound down my day with something to eat, some television and some relaxing on my bed. Thinking about my poetry as I was watching television I remembered that I found my writing enthusiasm last Friday because I felt like I had the whole weekend to write poetry. Tonight I thought that it would be a great time to start on the hordes of poetical lines and influence in my diary already and so sitting in front of my computer I did begin.

Finding The First Line

However, I didn’t use any of the ten syllable lines from my stale bread thoughts maybe except for one line, and because I had been thinking of writing a Sonnet about how uncaring and self-righteous Lyssa has become, thoughts came easy. All I really needed was the first line of the poem and as that sounded so great the rest of the Sonnet came out easy.

The spark of poetry hasn’t died off as I feared it would this month. With this newest Sonnet I have written in regards to my thoughts on Lyssa and her harsh attitude through our breakup, I let the buzz of poetry live on. At least for another month I will have poetry to look up to and I’m sure that this won’t be the only descriptive poetry for this month.

The way I see it, if I can keep writing poetry every weekend whilst working I can create four Sonnets a month which isn’t too bad considering I’m working. The trend of my latest poetry has brought upon them a maturity that I have rarely seen. The words are so importantly placed, so smoothly sounding and the significance of each syllable is remarkable. They are true masterpieces of this modern day Shakespearean Sonneteer and it takes a lot of discarding humble pie to say something like that about yourself.

The New Sonnet

I don’t even think I cared to explain my last Sonnet with detail as I don’t have that much time or care to get into detail but I feel I will have to begin again. Therefore, here is my latest Sonnet about Lyssa in which it speaks of the hatred between the both of us and at the end of it all I might choose to speak of it and my last Sonnet…

Her love, ‘twas more fierce than her gentle scorn,

What wretched foul of a beast doth bicker,

That holds me utmost from such once-loved swain,

Shackles and chains art from love cast quicker,

Than I from her grate and badgering bane,

Whose torrents enraged from her hip amerce,

And robs love borne with a scented amour,

With heresy blinds when her lips disperse,

Such unwanted swine whose gloats time inure,

I love now to hate and I hate more hers,

That I with an eye do besee amassed,

As salient as castle wall rondures,

A grave hath more gravely life than thou hast,

For one to stoop part I do stoop more low,

For moiety poised doth as paint her so,

Explaining The Verse

Just a quick capitalization on the verse and meaning of this Sonnet. Justifiably, it’s about me and my loathing for Lyssa as she is now, treating me like shit. When I speak in the title of a past tense I describe Lyssa as having been such a loving woman. In an antithesis approach, I noted that Lyssa’s love was so strongly fierce that it made her scorn and getting angry seem so gentle in comparison.

However, as time passed and the both of us broke up, that quickly conversed direction and Lyssa treated me like an outcast, an unwanted habitude. The first line of poetry was a strong inclination to Lyssa being the bad person, enlivened by her tenacity to bicker and my perceiving her as a wretched beast for being so bitter in words and character (1.1). When Lyssa began being a bitch to me, she slowly started to make me lose faith in her, keeping me more in sway to a dislike of her.

Back in the day Lyssa was a loved lover but her self-righteous attitude now holds me back inconceivably from Lyssa’s mood swings (1.2). Creating metaphorical speech in (1.3) I note that I could more quickly and easily fall out of love with Lyssa than get rid of her irksome badgering (1.4). Just to quickly note, there is a pun on the word ‘Grate’ in line (1.4) as it could also be said as ‘Great’ classing more emphasis on the cancerous stress I must endure from her putting-down attitude.

Speaking literally and emphasizing a metaphor, I speak how it feels like a penalty in which I have to pay with my discouragement when Lyssa and I used to hit the sack after breaking up (1.5). ‘Torrents enraged’ has a double meaning in which one would signify that Lyssa’s passion for a quick fix of sex would usually end up costing me. Like a normal man, I would rush headlong into sex and at the end of the day, Lyssa wouldn’t have made me feel any better and with her uncaring attitude, she would have only thought about herself, you know the deal.

So the first literal speech is of Lyssa’s sexual waters flowing profusely to my amerced reaction afterwards and the second is the more harsh meaning of the word ‘Enraged’. Because Lyssa was so intent in getting satisfied herself and we only used lust for our sexual endeavors after breaking up, it not only felt like I was paying with amerced results for falling out of love but I also felt robbed of love borne (1.6). Love borne was when Lyssa and I were in love, going out and having great sex.

By having sex out of lust I felt like I was robbing our feelings and gaining nothing out of our heavily scented amour. Scented with lust for sex, Lyssa and I used each other for a while and now that she has become more accustomed with each passing day, she has become more aggressive at being a bitch and a self-righteous pity. The use of heresy, being blinded and Lyssa’s lips dispersing such unwanted swine denotes Lyssa’s unorthodox and always contrasting views to myself.

Growing Used To Her Scorn

If I had more feelings for Lyssa on a given day and wanted to get back with her, she would feel as if we should move on and if Lyssa felt the passion could be back in our relationship and we could start over, I would usually be preoccupied with other lustful events. Lyssa and I never came together on our will to get back together, that’s why we’re still apart now and I thank my decisions for that. Lyssa always gloats how she is far better than me, better off and all that (1.8).

The word ‘Inure’ actually means to grow tougher and stronger or to grow accustomed so in reality, I was growing accustomed to Lyssa’s loathed words and attitudes. Within this accustoming to Lyssa’s scorn, my love for Lyssa ebbed and conversed to hate her. Now I truly hate Lyssa and I no longer can say that there will be a day when we will get back together, it’s over.

The third quatrain speaks how I now love to hate Lyssa and as much as she hates me, I hate her more (1.9). There is an antithesis play of words happening alongside this third quatrain but the antithesis adaptation plays through the whole Sonnet. There is a pun on the words ‘That I with an eye’ which would mean ‘An eye for an eye’ (1.10).

An Eye For An Eye

Therefore, either way, as I would give an eye for an eye, I would show contempt and hate for Lyssa as she does for me when on the phone. With each time we talk our hatred grows. This hatred for each other that is building up into an amassed portion of malevolence is ‘As salient as castle wall rondures’ (1.11). In other words, it’s as clear as glass, very noticeable.

Lastly in the third quatrain and last line (1.12), I speak of the clear language in how the solemnity of a grave has more seriousness than Lyssa. In three ways I put Lyssa down by saying that a grave can bury her lively hate (where I am the grave) and that grave has with this burying more life than she has. I also knock Lyssa by saying that a grave is more interesting and serious in thought than Lyssa could ever be with her grave life.

The last couplet is a bit misplaced and confused of wording but its meaning is simple. Stating that Lyssa had stooped low by treating me with more spite as time rolled by I note that two can play at that game and I can stoop even lower than Lyssa has done thus far.

‘Moiety poised’ means to be partly balanced in the mind and therefore the imbalance for Lyssa in my thoughts paints the bad picture of words that you read. Because Lyssa had imbalanced the poised view of her, I wrote of Lyssa in this Sonnet trying to keep composed but of course, I had to unleash my half of hatred as I can’t have it done on the telephone.

Past Midnight Plans

The time is now 12:23 a.m., Friday is over and Saturday has just arrived. This Sonnet took me around an hour and a half or two hours to write and now with my eyes growing considerably tired, I’ll retire for the night and begin with chronology in the morning. Tomorrow I have to ring Ace back up in regards to his giving me a ticket to the Byblos party. If Binh or Tyler don’t end up going I might just stay home myself because I don’t want to be the loner there. Nevertheless, it is a big nightclub and I do have much people to meet so let us not predict what the event will be.