A Poem by Connor

Soap operas, glued to reruns,
Locked in, not clued to the sun,
Not moving, always on the run,
Depression, handmade and fun.
Emotion, bought at half price,
Generic, still keeps me up at night,
Junkie, and I still feel alright,
Searching, hold my fright tight. 
Sing-a-long, to the theme song,
Saturday, morning cartoons on,
Hypnotic, awake all night long
Motionless, forgot right and wrong. 
Systemic, never change a thing
Monotone, forgot how to sing,
Salary, need a diamond ring
Garbage, need a friend who slings.
Bottles, just have to keep drunk,
Titanic, not even trying, just sunk
Can't move, supplies in the trunk,
Keep dreaming, aspire to gutterpunk.
Shoegazing, not much better to do,
Cubicle, just trying to make it through,
Bloodstream, my hearts pumping too,
What's in there, someone give me a clue.

© 2010 Connor

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I love the irony in this line "Depression, handmade and fun." Its also an interesting structure, the short phrases add to the rhythm and the feeling of a monotonous life given especially in the first several lines.

Posted 12 Years Ago

O wow I love this

Posted 12 Years Ago

Nice, nice.
I liked the style of this and it had a very rhythmic sound to it.
Wonderful write.
Thanks for sharing. xD

Posted 12 Years Ago

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