Analysis of untitled#5
mad hippie poet 1974 (new jersey)
I feel so tired I have not slept in days because my mind keeps wandering, and the pit of my stomach feels like it did after my first childhood heartbreak. The sun is not even up yet, and I am panicking about the things I may forget. They are staging mental warfare on my mind waiting for that breaking moment.
Over the years, at this point, I would have given in, but now it is the same yet different experience I needed to become strong. Without it, I would have remained weak of my sins. I effortlessly spoke, looking at my wings; I am no angel but a warrior God.
I want to go home. I am not of this world, and they call me saying playtime is over. Come in for dinner or be their scapegoat, you, the little sinner.
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Metre | 1111011110101111100001111011111011110111101101110001011101111010111110111010 10011111111001111011100010011010110111110111111100011011111110101001 111111111110111101110101101111101010 |
Characters | 718 |
Words | 145 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 3 |
Letters per line (avg) | 185 |
Words per line (avg) | 47 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 185 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 47 |
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