Quarterlifecrisis

by Saerelune   Oct 31, 2014


The world, as I know it,

is fictional:

bits of poetry
ready to be grabbed
like freshly pressed newspapers,
analysing the human being I just met
at the social (ly
forced) gathering

as if I'm playing an RPG,
thinking

"well, your stats seem compatible,
let's add you to facebook".

But I'm only out of my mind
when I'm inside of my mind.

As I'm learning about life
within the university's walls,
(living off the government's loan)
students waitress to pay their rent
and spin networks as fast
as a grandma could knit a scarf
(to suffocate me with).

And I'm merely a kid with loose threads;
falling behind, not ready for climbing.

I'm merely a kid, with not only herself
in the equation, and I can't
figure out the numbers,
I can't figure out the numbers
this time.

31-10-2014
6:44 PM

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  • 9 years ago

    by BlueJay

    Judging comment;

    Wow. This piece took my breath away so easily. I never thought a poem could compile so many every day things so perfectly vivid. It made them jump off the page and leave an impact or bring as much of the piece together as they did. I love the mention of poems and RPGs and just how well they were incorporated into this piece. The voice here is clear and comes through extremely well. The style is wonderful and the word choice was amazing.

  • 10 years ago

    by gumshuda

    This poem is beautiful. It caught my complete attention in the very first line. I loved the complete poem especially the beginning.
    Awesomely written.
    Keep penning.

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