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Best Poems Written by Austin Foe

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My Nature

Through darkness, soaked in fear
And blinded,
I ventured forward to the sound. 

Then darkness whispered in my ear.
I shivered,
Clinging on to what I’d never found.

It spoke to me as if we’re akin.
And its words were so assuring. 

I knew it was darkness; it was sin -
As always, charming and alluring. 

And I knew that all of me –
Was just a tiny part of it.

And though, its words 
Were filled with wit,
There’s one truth darkness
Tried to skip:

It was my master, and I - its slave. 
It was our secret I would take to my grave.

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We Are

We are not free.
We do not choose who we can be.
We are who we are because of who our parents were,
And they were but a product of their parents too.

For what is the destiny of one generation
If not another recurring memory of a struggling nation,
Echoing through the veins of time,
Doomed to be played again
With the chains of imprisonment
And the drums of liberation.

We are what we are,
And that is - human.
We take sides when we don’t have to
Because we need to belong.
We own places as much as they own us,
If not less.

We are what we are,
And that is - broken:
Beyond judgement,
Beyond reason,
Beyond repair.

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Being a Hero

Toil away for precious oil -
Leave a trace in foreign sand.
Shuffle off your mortal coil -
Your sacrifice is in demand. 

Kill a kid.

Go back home.
Redeploy.

Lose a limb.

Bang!
You're unemployed. 

You're now completely worthless.
But hey,
Thank you for your service!

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What Does It Matter

What does it matter
Which words we choose to say,
When all of them
Are devoid of meaning?

And as pointless
As this poem,
And all of my poems
Back to back combined, can be...

I try to make sense
Of why people like me
Are allowed to walk
Among the living.

Should I cease to be now
Or wait till something happens to me?

It’s all as imperfect
As it is impermanent. 

So what does it matter?

What. Does. It. Matter?a

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December

They say it’s not my fault.
But I know I should’ve known.

I should’ve known 
About your pain.

My own disdain
For breaking silence
Cost me years
We could've had ahead. 

We saw each other
Like before.
But your cheeky little smile
Wasn’t there anymore.

We were in the same room
But worlds apart,
And my unsaid words
Might have played a part.

I thought I’d give it time
And you’d come around.

You were so smart...

Methodical in movement.
Tactical in speech.

You always said the right words
At the right time.

I wish I could do that.
I wish I had more time. 

One day you didn’t show.

I waited on the bridge,
Doodling in the snow. 

Frozen in time.

I wasn’t angry,
Sad, or happy.
I wasn’t thinking.

I was waiting.

Then I felt empty.
Cold and scared.

With an unsteady pace
I ran to your place,
Puffing cold air,
Wiping my face. 

I opened the door.

And there you were.

Motionless.

Flat on the floor.

Black traces 
of tears and makeup.

Almost completely dry. 

They say it’s not my fault.
But I know
I should’ve known.

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Idleness

trapped under my own weight
like a horseshoe crab with a broken tail
that’s been flipped upside down;
clenching helplessly, 
unable to right itself.

i’m nailed to the ground,
paining and burning 
under the very sun
that makes this world
a beautiful place.

waiting for the tide
to roll out and sweep me in

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Goodbye 21

My 21st year of life is coming to an end.
This year I was an angel and a fiend,
An undesired neutral and a friend,
Lost, found, then quarantined. 

In other words:

I will cherish the memories this year has brought.
I will put them all inside my tiny piggy bank for thoughts.

This year… Oh this year…

I will mourn it. I will detest it. 
I will wait for its unlikely return.

I will write it down, tear it to pieces
And then I will watch it all burn. 

It was a year of stagnation,
With fleeting moments of revelation.
It was a year of ruined ideals,
I even had a few last meals…

Nevertheless, we’re plowing on,
Forgetting the foregone.

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All Hallows' Eve

When the trees drop gold and fire
And the spirits roam the world
Kids go out and do not tire
'Till all candy is unfurled.

Grown-ups play but do not see
The magic world like you and me.
Long ago they knew it too.
I know, I know - It sounds untrue!

Among the spirits, on their hind legs,
Walk two kittens and their pets:
One black, one white
Named Dark and Bright.

Each wears a hood
Of the opposite colour.
Both hold a broomstick -
One no longer than the other.

Unimportant at first glance,
The cats possess great power:
They meow, sing and dance,
And turn seconds into hours.

They stick to the sick,
Dying and weary
To prolong their night
And make it less dreary.