Poetry
CC BY-ND"Why did you keep this?"
The Floorboards ask me,
holding up walls covered in poetry.
"Why does she hurt us?"
The Walls ask to the Floorboards,
holding the tacks that hold his poetry.
"Why do you hold his lies?"
The Tacks ask his Lines,
The lies that weep his poetry
"Because she loves these pretty lies."
The Lines brag to the floors
that hold up the walls
that hold the tacks
that hold the lines watching me.
"She thinks I mean her,
That he considers her a muse"
If only I stopped reading his
poetry.
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PersonalThemeAbstract
Primarily autobiographical heartbreak; some abstract mediation on interpretation.
SparseMeasureDense
Multiple layered ideas: jealousy, self-deception, obsession woven densely throughout.
DarkSentimentBright
Melancholic, self-aware pain; some resignation but predominantly sorrowful.
StillEnergyExplosive
Restless questioning and internal conflict; moderate kinetic tension throughout.
MicroLengthEpic
17 lines; falls in 16-30 range.
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Rich personification of objects; metaphoric architecture of obsession; poetic layering.
LyricVoiceDramatic
Lyric voice with embedded dramatic monologues from objects; shifting perspectives.
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