We are the prized possessions of magazines and TV
We are owned by the media and game show forms of reality
we're slaves to the lay-z-boys and chained to computer chairs...
We are the future. Beware.
We've lost the sparkles in our eyes,
the stars in the skies that used to keep our deepest wishes,
well, they are nothing but magnetic feilds of cosmic dust
thrusted into our gigantic telescopes.
We've lost our hard-earned jobs to robots
their programs and hardware derived from our own thoughts
yet they can't speak or think for themselves.
Then again, neither can we...
we must have God speak for us
our thoughts are centered on a book written by men just like us
we limit ourselves for fear of being damned,
you quiver at biblical referances
buckle your knees at imaginary lightning-throwing Gods...
I hope the frequency waves from your plasma makes your children's brains rot.















Comments
I liked the first half alot, the words went well and the ideas came together in a pleasantly sarcastic, slightly sardonic way...then I suppose the second half comes and the first two lines of the three line bit about robots worked pretty well, but I feel like you kind of held something back because "yet they cant think or speak for themselves" is more of a good thought to add, but judging by the wording of the rest of the poem, I think you could put it a bit more...dont really know if the word eloquently works with a ranting poem, but I think it could be put a bit more eloquently so that the poem doesnt stop so much at that line, because thats what it felt like to me. The start of the next stanza does the same thing, its a good thought, and what you're saying in this stanza is a good and crucial part of the poem, yet you need to transition it better. Its like your just taking the fact that humans dont think and throwing it entirely at God, but (sorry for the metaphor) its like your trying to throw a football, fumble, pick it up and try again and manage to throw it...I do like the poem though, I agree with most of it...sorry about the gigantic paragraph, wastin time before class. Anyway, hope that was somewhat helpful, if not long enough...
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So you were born, and that was a good day
Someday you'll die, and that is a shame
But somewhere in the between was a life of which we all dream
And nothing and no one will ever take that away
-streetlight manifesto
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There's no hell when you die, so don't look so worried.
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So you were born, and that was a good day
Someday you'll die, and that is a shame
But somewhere in the between was a life of which we all dream
And nothing and no one will ever take that away
-streetlight manifesto
I love this poem; it is so true! Coupla nitpicky things---in the second stanza, it should be "thrust," not "thrusted," and in the last stanza, you switched from 1st person (we) to 2nd person (you); either would work, but not both together
Besides that, awesome, I
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Thus sayeth the Muffin.
~ThePurpleNurple
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I PUSH PAINT AROUND ON LARGE WHITE SQUARES!!!
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There's no hell when you die, so don't look so worried.
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There's no hell when you die, so don't look so worried.
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Thus sayeth the Muffin.
~ThePurpleNurple
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