Loved the secret message in your poem, but how's your novel coming along? lolol
Really funny and relatable poem tho!
Irredeemable hebetude.
Withering motivation,
Rivaling that of an
Obese, lazy housecat.
Trite distractions,
Emphasizing only sloth.
Trivial activities like
Harvesting chatchkies,
Ignite a quickly dying
Spark of incentive.
Practically motionless in an
Ocean of apathetic
Endeavors and attempts at
Manufacturing anything substantial.
Trying desperately to
Open and clear my own foggy mind.
Perception is reality and
Reality is an illusion.
Over thinking everything,
Creating almost nothing.
Raising impossible questions
Assessing every minute detail,
Stalling any productivity as,
Time melts at a glacial pace and,
Infinite hours slip away,
Never truly speaking.
Ambitious planning and
Tenderly grasping ideas as
Eyes glaze over.
Overt lackadaisicalness,
Neglecting all activity.
Many have tried,
Yet few have overcome it.
Nullified sense
Of any motivation.
Void of substantiality,
Elevating my own
Lethargic tendencies.
A/N: Now that you've read the poem, try to find the sEcReT MeSsAgE. *Obligatory mysterious noise*
Loved the secret message in your poem, but how's your novel coming along? lolol
Really funny and relatable poem tho!
That secret message is so relatable it hurts XD
I like to say I have a large vocabulary, but much of the words here are new to me, such as "Hebetude" and "Chatchties" Or however you spell that.
I'll certainly need to google those definitions better, because I've never heard either before.
One small, tiny nitpick I will say that is one hundred percent my opinion, is that I don't feel like this poem belongs in the humor drama, more realistic of something.
I dunno, that's just my thought, you don't have to heed it, (See, I can use big words too 
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Overall, the entire poem was great! I really enjoyed it's message, and the word choice levels were through the roof! Which, in this case, is a good thing! It honestly gives me the vibe of someone procrastinating in their writing by going back, and choosing bigger, and bigger, words. But in this case, it makes this poem all the better!
Keep on writing, and have a great day!
Hello, Connie!
I'll say straight off I didn't find the secret message, partly because I'm too lazy myself but shh, but I did like the poem. The sense of how bored you are/were did seep into me. Of course, I relate completely to this poem. How could you do this
I particularly enjoyed the flowery diction, though I'd say that was the trait of someone willing to haul themselves up to get the right words for the right places.
The topic of your poem allows for a lot of flexibility; the short, choppy lines only seem to emphasize your frustration and lack of the desire to do anything.
So, my overall impression? Good job!
Harvesting chatchkies,
Assessing every minute detail,
Stalling any productivity as,
Time melts at a glacial pace and,
Infinite hours slip away,
Never truly speaking.
Nullified sense
Of any motivation.
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