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Why do people insist in the use of figurative language
I am not as blue as the sky (simile)
This sadness is not swallowing me whole (hyperbole)
My tears are not carving new paths down the skin covering my cheeks (imagery)
The frown I wear is not eating the happiness off my face (personification)
This feeling is not a storm that won’t subside (metaphor)
I am not softly shaking so someone stops to shush my sobs (alliteration)
You can’t hear the smashing of tears on the table (onomatopoeia)
There is no way to make this pain sound beautiful
I am sad, plain and simple.
Deal with it.
I thought I was a gladiator
no suit
but able to save Rome from the fall.
I thought I could bring peace to us all.
But  I  am  the  fall.
I am Rome.
With no team to call upon.
I am burning and burning,
madly playing my song
and here there are no homes.
and no meaning given to a throne.
I am pillaged.
I am plagued.
I will be this burning city for the rest of my days.
And I could never ask you townspeople,
(Who loved my city,
Who worshiped in my churches,
Who dreamt of lives here
)
To be able to be peaceful
and forgiving of my ways.
to live with no fear.
I am Rome
Made of ashes, smoking quietly here.
I am alone for the rest of time,
I truthfully fear.
I am Nero.
I am the corrupt government.
I am the Mongolians.
But they all came to pass....
 Sep 2014 Elizabeth King
Faith
"Stop."
she says as I put the blade to my wrist
but I cannot stop

"Stop."*
she says as I sink my teeth into my thumb again
but I cannot stop

the pain is addicting
but what do you do when it becomes a drug?
Have you heard the broken words?
Of a happy girl
On a sad day
Have you read the letters
Almost Illegible
And tear stained
Addressed to the past
And even though she could have a bright future she only looks back
Have you heard the cries too familiar you can't sleep
Have you realized where you put your energy?
When I kiss you I will do so
with the intensity of all my bottled up sadness,
with the amount of desire
I have yet to give to all I want but cannot have,
with the hidden passion I have
for all that I am restrained from doing.
When I kiss you it will be soft and careful
like the pieces of me I hide,
and then I will gradually feed you all the anger
I’ve suppressed for the sake of others.

When I kiss you
it will be full of emotion.
When I kiss you
it will be for all reasons;
desire, anger, sadness and happiness

When I kiss you it will be for all reasons,
except love.

(NJ2014) © All Rights Reserved.

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