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MetaphorSage
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How heavy one's thoughts can be When one's mind pulls them out to sea, And floods of emotion spur the gale, Cracking rudder and battering sail, So fissures in the way one thinks Widens as ship and psyche sinks, And the cargo one is forced to bear Drags them deeper into despair. What was made clear by surface light Shall fade in the depths of starless night. Ever down into the cold and dark, Crushing pressure shall assail one's heart, And monsters from nightmares well known Seek the intruder within their home; As one tries in vain to hold one's breath, While terrors consume 'till nothing's left, And a hollow husk shall reach the bed Who once was captain aboard one's head.
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Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 11:37 PM UTC
Sinking Within
Although I am driven Loony by the very Existence of the double X-chromosomes that live Around me, I shall Never forsake those most Dear to myself, who in Relation are more Intertwined to one Another than DNA. Sometimes there are Altercations which Maim our connection and Afflict onto us great Negativity, rotting the Tree we stem from. However, this bond shall not Altogether disintegrate. Sentiment throughout our House of blood helps to Alleviate countless Nights of conflict, which Never cease its constant Oscillation, even though Nature has granted fit.
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 7:15 PM UTC
The Ladies in My Life
I met my love on a cloudless night, Her face held features plain and pale, Yet there was something to her glow That held my attention in full; I could not escape her radiance And felt at once the world shift: Her gaze could move the tides, Yet she choose instead to drive me mad; She left for her home to the west As the rising sun cut short our time, Will I ever see her again? Perhaps If I return periodically, so will she.
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 9:06 PM UTC
Midnight Maiden Part 1
Constellations twinkle red, Bright sapphire crawls the grain, Antique fibers crinkle dead, Ashes, ashes, all the same. Once build for conversation, Fallen from it’s glamour days, No tilt towards restoration, Broken down by clamor blaze. Center stage on warehouse floor, Heavy price to match it’s weight, Limb from limb the field mouse tore, Fading fast in catch and grate. Valued now as fuel for flames, Piece by piece to fit the pile, Atmosphere feels cool these days, Burn the past and sit awhile.
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
Fancy Firewood