A word that is the antonym of antonym -
Not far to be found - synonym. Though synonym is an antonym to antonym, Only synonym is a synonym to synonym. Not unknown to us - being something to ourselves Yet others will put us down Maybe, someday, I’ll find my synonym.
acrostic poem for "antonym" ;) hope it makes sense!
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synonymous to: Barren Wasteland Empty Forgotten Synonymous to: My life My existence My happiness Joyful: The Antonym to: My brain my love my head Loved, Something that I do not feel Something that I don't remember the warmth of Something I will never have
I don't write them anymore
I say I've lost my words But in truth, they never left Bubbling under the surface of my lips Like sweet blisters of hope, confusion and rancor I am really [only] a living dictionary My thoughts like a river My mouth like a hose But you always say stop. So they just sit, drying up While I breathe through my nose.
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somet(h)ing in you th(a)t g(l)owed in h(o)liness"
the transitory nature of
your touch disconcerting emotions sustained by memories that stick like dust i can’t get enough of this- whatever ‘this’ is my mind harps on about your warmth, presence, and kiss your broken hands grasp mine, my poisoned lips touch yours; nothing more than a sad race to see who succumbs first to the secret silencing both of us: subdued, i bite my tongue ‘love’s’ just a synonym for ‘guilt’ and guilt’s the only race that i have won.
i wrote this a while ago but realized that i never posted it here
..im proud of this one
we are antonym is turned into the antidote to the decaying synonym. There are only two outcomes out of this similarity; burst of the sun or a flower off the gun.
Burning―a hot blaze
In the manner of fire. Flickering in the form Of ignited passion, It dwindles in the Morning sky. I admire the beauty From afar, for if I gazed Straight ahead into the Magnificent light, My sight shall be No more. Wandering, my thoughts Haunted me day And night. What if the light was No more And the world lived In eternal darkness? Who would be to save Our beloved Skies from going Utterly blank? There must be a savior; Someone with power And courage willing To set fire to the Sun to Save our souls from Flickering away With the Winds of time.
An aesthetic piece for the soul.
Mountains are not our thing
For beings so small as we are. But a handful of earth Really, a pinch of it, our hands can handle. If cherishing the fading photograph Of your face and and it's frown Be the last thing I do Then I'd do it gladly and with all my might.