Is it self-inflating to label one's own work as graphic? (It is kinda graphic, clickbait title aside.) This doesn't even really capture the right imagery I was trying to go for. Might just have to...
Is it self-inflating to label one's own work as graphic? (It is kinda graphic, clickbait title aside.)
This doesn't even really capture the right imagery I was trying to go for.
Might just have to re-write this idea into a completely different piece, I'm not sure. (mfw literally "felt creative idk might delete later")
The "ball" was supposed to really be a watermelon, because we've all seen that YouTube video where they explode a watermelon with rubber bands, but I didn't leave myself enough space to develop that transition from ball to melon properly. (Brand new sentence?)
Why am I even posting this if I feel its unfinished?
Anyway let's get to the thing here it is vvvvvvvvv
10 rubber bands on a ball
all hold each other taut
the inception of a toy
that will quick be left for naught
but brings a momentary joy - its only cause.
hustle on, man, that's your call
you gotta love your boss.
it's the struggle of a boy.
that you never would be caught
while feeling tears or overwhelm - lest you be mocked.
100 rubber bands slap
starting slightly straining
its appearances are coy,
the ball slowly rolls to stop.
picked up and bounced against the floor - it doesn't pop.
expectations are my all.
you dream of taking off -
escape makes you overjoyed
daily grind just puts your off.
your brain it strains against the skull - stressing nonstop.
500 rubber bands smack
crushing and constraining
such a carnage to enjoy
they start rolling out the mops.
the ball explodes onto the floor - as if a prop
my fists crash into the walls.
my skin, just rip it off
rip out the bone, leave me void
naked muscle growing moss.
wrap rubber bands around my head until it pops.