Analysis of Scribbled on a Box of Cereal
My compulsion is the abstraction
Of the motives of my actions.
There’s magic in the air between us,
So long as logic tends to leave us.
My compulsion is detachment
From the love I love to dance with.
He has eyes like laptop screens:
Glowing with a promised ring,
He leaves my room much less than clean.
My mother knew a path before me,
No march of princess-madness for me:
She made keys to mind my future,
She saw it brighter than I hoped for.
My compulsion is for mad men,
Who live as muses while I have them.
And hold me together
By my soul,
Just in case I begin,
To take a toll.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 101010010 10101110 110001011 111101111 10101010 10111111 111111 1010101 11111111 110101011 111101011 11111110 111101111 10101111 111101111 011010 111 101101 1101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 591 |
Words | 133 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 5, 4, 6 |
Lines Amount | 19 |
Letters per line (avg) | 24 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 112 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 29 |
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