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When I saw you, I immediately knew, that I wanted you, needed you.
Everything you said was so funny, I couldn't stop listening to your amazing voice.
I was sure you were the best choice in my life, that we would stick together forever.
You made my life complete, gave me the strength to stand up every morning.
You words brightened my life everyday anew.
You were there for me, supported me and I knew, I could always rely on you.
But this fondness for you faded over the years.
I began to hate you and your voice, every day, every year, I had to bear it.
Always the same stupid shit, over and over again, telling me what I have to do.
I just started ignoring you which made it only worse for me.
I almost lost my job because of you, but you didn't care.
You just continued to spit out the same stupid words over and over again.
Now I stare at you again, full of contempt and hate.
All I see is a lifeless husk, holding things I don't care to understand anymore.
And I know, if I don't do anything, you soon will start your yapping again.
I stand up grab you with both hands and slam you against the wall.
Beat you, kick you, slam you, again and again.
And all you do is starting to nag like always, but this time I will silence you!
It's over! You won't ever talk to me again. Never ever!
I win! You lose! I don't need you, never needed you!
Life is better without you! Finally, I got rid of you!
Seeing you lying on the ground, bruised, broken, silent,
I realize my grave mistake and I feel sorry. What have I done?
I didn't want it to end like this...
How could I be so stupid? It's 4:23am and I need you more than ever.
How am I supposed to find the will to stand up without you?
I guess it's too late now. At least I learned one thing.
Voiced alarm clocks aren't funny in the long run...
Everything you said was so funny, I couldn't stop listening to your amazing voice.
I was sure you were the best choice in my life, that we would stick together forever.
You made my life complete, gave me the strength to stand up every morning.
You words brightened my life everyday anew.
You were there for me, supported me and I knew, I could always rely on you.
But this fondness for you faded over the years.
I began to hate you and your voice, every day, every year, I had to bear it.
Always the same stupid shit, over and over again, telling me what I have to do.
I just started ignoring you which made it only worse for me.
I almost lost my job because of you, but you didn't care.
You just continued to spit out the same stupid words over and over again.
Now I stare at you again, full of contempt and hate.
All I see is a lifeless husk, holding things I don't care to understand anymore.
And I know, if I don't do anything, you soon will start your yapping again.
I stand up grab you with both hands and slam you against the wall.
Beat you, kick you, slam you, again and again.
And all you do is starting to nag like always, but this time I will silence you!
It's over! You won't ever talk to me again. Never ever!
I win! You lose! I don't need you, never needed you!
Life is better without you! Finally, I got rid of you!
Seeing you lying on the ground, bruised, broken, silent,
I realize my grave mistake and I feel sorry. What have I done?
I didn't want it to end like this...
How could I be so stupid? It's 4:23am and I need you more than ever.
How am I supposed to find the will to stand up without you?
I guess it's too late now. At least I learned one thing.
Voiced alarm clocks aren't funny in the long run...
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactSelf-deprecating and full of dry humor, It's Over! by BloodyMess-VaoT is a good example of satirical poetry at its best. From beginning to end, the deviant toys playfully with the first person narrative, triads, and quirky repetition.
The narrative of the persona is abrupt and quick, like a military march, with a steady beat and clear chronological structure. The persona, in particular, is curiously involved with the reader, as though in a conversation that goes back and forth.
All through the poem, the deviant makes use of triads, re-emphasizing points and sometimes injecting emotion into the poem this way, such as exaggerated impatience and burning frustration.
It's Over! is both serious and light-hearted, satirical and dramatic, hyperbole and subtle description.
A contradiction in all senses of the word, but a well-written poem at heart.