Analysis of life is like a record player
I used to have this reoccurring thought
a way of seeing existence
as a record player
and life was a never ending vinyl that spun to an assortment of different tunes
we were the groves of the record that made up the songs
for some, the needle flowed seamlessly along their melody
but when it came to me
for some reason it didn’t read quite the same
it felt like I was a never ending scratch
an unavoidable bump that ruined the song every time my part came along
life was the needle dragging me along this plastic epitome
I was a scratching it
when I looked back at the song which played of my past it was a mess
I was nothing but a scratch
a accident
a mess up
although I still resonate with this metaphor, it has evolved
I realized that
although life might be this endless vinyl which grows as we do
and we leave a song behind which represents a timeless imprint of our life
it has changed
because we aren’t all on the same vinyl
we each possess our own unique one
and we decide how it plays
if we scratch the vinyl its our fault it ended up that way
because we’re playing the wrong song
mine’s engraved with soft indie
theirs played rap
so I played rap
but it didn’t work
the melodies crashed
and I was the only one who fell
but it was only because I was pretending to be something I wasn’t
a song I wasn’t
but there is so much untouched vinyl left to come
for me to sculpt to the song of my choice
different phases left to come
lessons left to learn
and I’m ready to do it all as I please
not how others please
not how I think others will be pleased
I’m not going to ruin my record anymore
it’s my record
I’m going to enjoy every second of this song
the good and the bad
the scratches, the riffs, and the chorus
because isn’t that what it’s all about
listening to that song for the first time
not just saying you played it
but that you actually enjoyed listening to it
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Poetic Form | Tetractys (24%) |
Metre | 1111111 01110010 100110 0110101010111101011001 1001100111101 110101100011100 111111 1110111101 11111010101 10100111001100111101 11010101011100100 110101 1111101111111101 1110101 0100 011 11110111001101 1101 11111101011111 0110101101010011101 111 01110110110 1101101011 011111 1110101101110111 01010011 1011110 111 1111 1111 01001 011010111 111100111010111011 0111 111110110111 1111101111 10010111 10111 01101111111 11101 111110111 111011010101 1101 11010110010111 01001 010010010 011111101 1001111011 1110111 1111000110011 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 2,024 |
Words | 459 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 48 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 3, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 50 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 31 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 8 |
About this poem
I’ve been toying with this concept of existence in my head for a while. Never writing it down just constantly changing it. And it’s funny how much it’s changed, definitely for the better. I finally decided to write down my thoughts, so enjoy this piece of the song I call life:)
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Written on January 02, 2023
Submitted by Ivy.emerson.333 on January 03, 2023
Modified on March 26, 2023
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