Wake up call

by Saerelune   Feb 25, 2016

10:15 PM -

There's no sweet sixteen or forever twenty-one,
stop counting on numbers, stop extracting years,
colourful memos merely dwindle from your fridge
and your inner-kid won't draw it up to you,
self-loathing does not belong to her toolkit.

11:34 PM -

There's no arithmetic for happiness,
no short cut copied from the internet.
Google is not God because your soul is godless,
every night you think of not waking up
and it kills the goddess inside of you.

12:39 AM -

Go curl in the corner, go hug your phone,
but after pressing your tears against the floor
smash up the screen and pick yourself up.
There's no sweet sixteen or forever twenty-one,
there's no arithmetic for happiness.

12:45 AM


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Latest Comments

  • 6 years ago

    by Darren

    Judges comment

    The layout grabbed my attention first of all. I like to see something a little different from time to time. (see what I did there)
    Poetry has no real boundaries, we can follow a stringent form and encase ourselves in its rules, or like Saerelune we can try something different. I like the randomness of the times, it is edgy and suggests sleeplessness. I love the overall message, the way the time jumps so quickly with the pace of the poem reflects how quickly our years move on. We should stop looking back, we shouldn't ever be looking for happiness in arithmetics. 10 points.

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    There's no sweet sixteen or forever twenty-one, there's no arithmetic for happiness.. So beautiful and true.

  • 7 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    I really like your poem its wonderful full of really colourful phrases - colourful memos dwindling from your fridge and there is no arithmetic for happiness in particular

  • 7 years ago

    by WW

    Awesome poem! Loved reading it over a few times. Congrats on the win!

  • 7 years ago

    by Narph

    Your mind is beautiful. I love this poem and all of its words and moments.

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