Anti-Treasure Map
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With this one, I wanted to try a different rhyme scheme that I don't use very often. This was more of a ABBA rhyme scheme in certain stanzas which doesn't come to me when I'm writing nearly as much as some other variations. But I really love the way it turned out in this one, and I love the title I thought of. There's a non conformity element to it by ading the "anti", like it's trying to stand out. It can also, in a more general way, describe the situation I'm writing about in this poem. I don't usually add as much aliteration as I do other things like metaphors, similes, hyperboles, etc. so I wanted to add it to this one. I think all the S's came together nicely in those paragraphs, and I placed them right before the rhyme sceme on purpose. Since I knew the two B rhymes in the middle of the stanza were going to be longer in syllables and create distance between the first and second A rhyme sound, I knew I needed to make the middle two Bs and the last A as short as possible syllable wise. What's the point of having a rhyme there if the reader is not going to hear it? Obviously I know it's there, but I want the reader to be able to hear it without seeing the words.
I’m scared of what I could manifest if I tried
These after thoughts are traits, too defiant to ignore
Am I reading the room,
Or am I gaging to see who's worth pretending for?
We're excruciatingly similar
And that recent realization
changes the meaning of my pointed fingers
I'm not alone in this anymore
But in all the worst ways
Our future; a wandering math equation
Our two sides of independence, represented by an obelus
Conjoined by a death wish, mistaken for a promise
I kept my friends close and my enemies closer
And that's why you're still in my life
I wrote all my secrets in sand at the edge of the shore
Cause I refuse to show them twice
I can see the jig is far from up,
It's a new ballad of innocence every week
But every sharp toned whine of immaturity,
poked your fountain of youth and let it leak
It's such a shame, a sardonic twist on such a sinful sham
Could have led the fight and left the facade overruled
You said “don't be fooled”
But I already am
Addicted, or the most dedicated I've ever been to something?
These harsh summations are traits, too defiant to ignore
Am I reading the room,
Or am I gaging to see if anyone’s worth pretending for?
And the jig is clearly far from up,
It's a new ballad of victim complexes every week
But every pointed self-projection
poked your fountain of youth and let it leak
It's such a shame, a sardonic twist on such a sinful sham
Could have countered the leap of faith and left the injustice overruled
She said “don't be fooled”
But I already am
Copyright © Matthew Bailey | Year Posted 2024
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