Analysis of Starve



I used to lop off heads of flowers
Curve balls for my bat sized fingers
Think of toys that I, mum could bring here
Sit alone and think here
I used to make Mum tea that she never liked
Ride a bike for money that she'd never take
Drive an engine that didn't break
Till I made a lethal mistake
Went on hikes and slid on my arse
Felt the pain to feel my arse
Took the time to paint half arsed
Even experienced being a grass
I had a laugh till it got serious
Then moved on like hurricane heather
Into nothing but medium slow air
Fell fatter and thinner in a chair
This pain still aches sometimes too much to bare
Yet I walk around without underware
Tills ring me up still almost everyday
Though I haven't worked for over half a decade
Yet here I am calling myself poet poo
Didn't I though?
So what of the crimes of the mind I do?
That haunt my dreams now but it's all find.
Doesn't it ache like teeth on a grate or maybe it's never too late.
Daily grinding is it time to retire?
Spire? Not me. People look at me differently.
Smiles quickly cool when luke warm only.
I dip in the pool.
Often though, I say No!
So the Gods are used to me.
Sometimes I bend and sometimes I flick.
Sometimes eating snot is the best part of it. Usually not.
Yet I'm growing tired off this side
This gunky icky world view is pride
But with a dark side.
So I walk over Rainbows and watch the clouds before they splinter and shatter for crying out loud. Why am I here? +tear?
Why am I still here after poking the skeleton bear.
I've even tired of shedding a tear. Insert again here.
Never mind I said no again. NO.
But the wing and the prayer blessed this rusting chain.
Then I woke up and straightened my mane.
Noones fault it just looked. Awesome. Irritating because it was itching.
Whats to blame for my evil comings.
But who wants to walk around lame.
So I found my inner cartoon.
Maybe I'm rain man. Maybe luna.
L-iving A-lmightys M-essage E-violet flame.
Love light
Father Mother God bless x
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Poetic Form
Metre 111111110 11111110 111111111 101011 11111111101 10111011101 11101101 11101001 11101111 1011111 1011111 1001001001 1101111100 11111010 0110110011 110010001 1111011111 11101011 111111101 111011101001 1111101101 1011 1110110111 111111111 10111110111011011 1010111101 11110111100 110111110 11001 101111 1011111 011100111 0110110111110001 111010111 1111111 11011 1111010101011100101101111111 11111101001001 110101100101011 101111011 10100111101 111101011 1111110100011110 011111010 11111011 11111001 101111010 11011111001 11 1010111 11111111111111111111011111
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 2,075
Words 418
Sentences 36
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 51
Lines Amount 51
Letters per line (avg) 31
Words per line (avg) 8
Letters per stanza (avg) 1,567
Words per stanza (avg) 392
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Written on October 24, 2023

Submitted by heathert.34240 on October 24, 2023

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Heather Lydia Thornhill

Moods and mindsets poetry. Published. Book in progress: Don't talk rot. more…

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