Analysis of Good Ol'Damage Control.
Tell me where we stand now
Do you still care I subtly thread your path?
Tell me if the shards of my broken heart
Still cut through your insouciance
Like bread knife through your mother's innards.
It's quite the tactic
You never came clean
If you wanted to call it quits
It liberates you to defy conspicuous traffic signs,
Stop by
When their company is everything but mine.
What do we label this?
Have I missed the part you establish
I'm just your sneaky link?
Remember when the repercussions
Defied the overly purple outline
Of a lifetime you drafted on that minuscule journal?
If it isn't wishful thinking tainting the narratives
I don't know what is
It's like you get off on hopeless daydreams
You've got no back bone
God forbid this shit is off the show.
We should know
If we still on colloquial grounds
We should know
If the cheap mounds of conspiratorial pleasantries
Stocking our mailboxes
Are just extensions of petty theatrics
And remnant feelings.
I'm mounting my guard
I'm putting it out
I'm putting the phone down
When you put a call through sometime at midnight
When the clouds turn foul
Above the voices that thunder down the frontals of your mind
Sputtering your uncertainties and short comings
The guilt scintillating your irises
You don't have to feel anything.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111111 11111100111 1110111101 11110100 111111010 11010 11011 11101111 1111010100101 11 1110011011 111101 111011010 111101 01010010 010100101 101110111010 11101010100100 11111 111111101 11111 101111101 111 111101001 111 1011100100100 101010 1101011010 01010 11011 11011 110011 111011111 10111 01010110101111 100101000110 0111100 1111110 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,291 |
Words | 243 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 17, 16 |
Lines Amount | 38 |
Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 345 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 74 |
About this poem
To those people who just don't know where they stand in a person's life. It can be extremely exertive in all sense to constantly be at loggers head with that uncertainty on what grounds you stand with someone. With all the years spent, it still couldn't be colloquial, it still couldn't be your desired reality. With all the years spent, it still couldn't be what you envisioned in the magazines.
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Written on May 22, 2022
Submitted by adenijioluwajuwon933 on September 10, 2023
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