Analysis of Reminiscence
Watch the people around you grow older
every second of every day
as you avoid your own reflection in the bathroom mirrors because you don't grow.
You have a staring contest with yourself;
trying to watch yourself get out of this frivolous state of obsession
But you'll see no change when you watch the paint dry on the wall
It only becomes duller.
The kids around you play with their baby dolls or their toy cars and here you are
having to think about actual kids or finally driving an actual car.
And they seem happy, they're in the moment;
they're more mature than you.
Friendliness is almost a default trait but it seems to fade every time your clothing becomes tighter.
Will you share your toys with yourself?
Adults are not any better when they're
constantly complaining about their age,
but when you do the same, suddenly it's
"You're not old, you're still young!"
Then let me catch fireflies and try to remember the way they glow;
because they shine brighter than I have since my baby teeth fell out.
"Dear future me," Your younger self wrote,
your handwriting vastly different
"i hope you're doing well.
Do you still have my barbies?
Have you grown?
I hope we're tall now.
Do mom and dad still fight?
Do we still feel lost?
Are we still friends with our group,
or is our only friend the guilt we feel weighing on our heart
since third grade?
Have you figured out life?"
Silly child, life isn't an equation
There's no 'figuring it out'.
You simply come to terms with what you've got,
and if you can't?
Well, you'll just have to suck it up!
Life isn't fair, little one;
and if your guts have to fall out in front of you
for you to realize that,
then maybe living without them can't be that bad.
Scheme | AXBCDXA EEFGAC XXXXBH XFXXXXXXXXXX DHXXXDGXX |
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Poetic Form | Etheree (28%) |
Metre | 1010011110 1001011001 1101110100011001111 1101010101 101101111110011010 11111111011101 1100110 0101111110111110111 101101100111001011001 0111010010 110111 1001100111111110011100110 11111101 0111101011 1000100111 1111011001 111111 1111100110100111 0111101111110111 110111011 11010100 111101 1111110 111 11111 110111 11111 11111101 11101010111101101 111 111011 1011101010 1110011 1101111111 0111 11111111 1101101 011111110111 111101 110100111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,713 |
Words | 347 |
Sentences | 20 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 7, 6, 6, 12, 9 |
Lines Amount | 40 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 265 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 63 |
About this poem
That awkward period of my life when I'm an adolescent, finding fear in the concept of maturing when I'd rather sit in my room, playing with my dolls while my mother brushes the impurities out of my hair.
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