#metaphore
Dazzling humanity obscuring my vision
How can I see in a rolling sea
Who shall I live for if not for myself
With a biting, scratching, pain takes its place inside my skin
Bypassing old routines, yet I am not free
They come back
The pain passes and the thoughts are thrown into the sea again.
Newfound bud in a struggling soul
An inner self with a small sack, heavy as a locomotive
Will a dusk want to rise
A sunrise to set
A heart to bleed
Through picturesque details
A critical harvest
Newly spun eyes to hear with
In cheerful songs the fiddler cries
Common homeland in different cities
In original forms and sacred things,
to be approached with reverence
Midsummer dance in the prolonged cold
Maintaining the aspiration to breathe life into one's past
In the hope of better timber for the coming day.
(TheOriginal poem in Swedish written by me)
Bländande mänsklighet skymmer min syn
Hur skall jag se i ett böljande hav
Vem ska jag leva för om inte mig själv
Med bitande, klösande smärta tar sin plats innanför min hud
Kringgår gamla rutiner ändå är jag ej fri
De kommer tillbaka
Smärtan går över, tankarna kastas i havet igen
Nyfunnen knopp i en ytterst kämpande själ
Ett inre med liten säck, tung som ett lok
Vill en skymning stiga?
En soluppgång sjunka
Ett hjärta blöda
Genom pittoreska detaljer
En kritisk skörd
Nyspunna ögon att höra med
I ****** visa gråter spelmannen
Gemensam hembygd i olika städer
I ursprungliga former och heliga ting, ska nalkas med vördnad
Midsommardans i den långvariga kylan
Bibehålla strävandet att blåsa liv i ens förflutna
I hopp om bättre virke för kommande dag.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 8:40 PM UTC
I ooze despair
I leak despiration
it pools at my feet
warns others of the misery
till me soal does leave
my lifeless shell
my sagging skin
I watch you
you leave slowly
inching away
does guilt wrap you?
tether you still
close to me
the pool does drift you anyway
and away you go.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 8:58 AM UTC
I'm emotionally sectioned, yet I still perceive all your calls and beckons. Why? Why do I feel the need to please you, with every action that I do, and how does this doubt I have still seep through?
Pain... Pain is the periodical assault into my neuroqurtex, in other words I'm trapped into this vortex that is you. But that's my fault, for this, this is a self inflicted issue.
I broke down when I wrote down my feelings on parchment and paper surrounded by haters that laugh when I cry, and I'm emotionally bound so when my tears start flowing and they start gawking, I wish they would all just die. But looking back at my previous issues and problems I realized I'm stronger because I have solved them. Strong enough to write this for you, explain my feelings I have twords you, yet this is all my fault, I should have for warned you.
You pieced me together. Made me realize that no matter the weather I'm stronger that ever. Hell, with your pretty smile and eyes and a few thought out actions made me realize that my thought processes should be compromised.
Love... Love is the longing of volatile emotions. Love makes my heart warped like a cataclysmic contortion, yet without your love my life is no better than an abortion! Like I said before, I feel the need to please you, but if you don't have these feelings that I do, like a golem I'll be standing, waiting silently.
But you've enchanted me. Now I have to revert to fantasy, live life like it will never be a reality. So I sit down and write out using verbs and pronoun's to describe how I feel now. These words... They may never reach you, but to be honest, I could never muster up the weakness to mistreat you. Compassion is my guiding action, no selfish thoughts or evil plans hatching. But I must be respectful and I pray these actions I take never make you resentful. That's the truth... and if the truth hurts then the truth works, and since I'm stuck here astonished how could I not be brutally honest.
When its all said and done if its too much just tell me, because its your cross hairs that took aim and fell me, because its your captivating glance that withheld me, and I get it I'm a tad bit subsonic, but when it comes to my emotions I know that I'm on it. That's my piece, no yelling or screaming, like a golem I'll be standing, waiting silently.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 2:52 AM UTC
It's like the only time I can see out of this hole
Is when I'm trying to make sure others don't see
That I'm digging it deeper
And
Deeper
And
Deeper
And falling
Further
And
Further
And
Further
Until I can't get out of this deadly hole
Aug 30, 2024
Aug 30, 2024 at 10:00 PM UTC
No name
Oh to be someone
With only a care for next task
No need for counting breathing
Then also who not to be
Than to be that someone
Who needs to think about tomorrow
A calculator for the steps
For you have to be
Someone who lives for yesterday
As aching is also an art
Ever After leaving nothing behind
but the broken glass slipper
no name
Sep 10, 2022
Sep 10, 2022 at 5:52 PM UTC
Words,
Seemingly so positive,
Yet so harmful.
“You’re so small!”
They say,
Like handing me a medal.
Words that will bounce around in my brain,
Words that will shape my mind forever,
Words that I will never let go of.
I have to keep this medal.
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 4:33 PM UTC
Sometimes I wish
That I had a Sign
Like a constant notepad
For people to read
Maybe then they would try to
Listen a little closer
But I wear the silent bells now
Calling with my empty voice
The room gets bigger
But I feel suffocated
Fidgeting with no fingers
Bleeding nails of yesterday
Or mere seconds ago
I spin walk around in an oval shape with edges
Sometimes I wish for an open wound
Needing care
People bring bandage to a funeral
And flowers to a wedding
Pictures of the beautiful ******
Ignoring the anxiety cloud of a Girl
I get through the sorl of breaths and coffe
The sounds of the red light klonking loudly
Breaking through my headphones
Sometimes I really wished they could see
See my constant struggle to survive in this neurotypical World
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 6:03 PM UTC
Delicate flower in the rain.
Don’t hang your head down
The rain is to gain
Essential for growth
and strength for your roots
As the sun will come
you’ll be flourishing too
Delicate flower in the sun
hold your head up before
light is gone.
Flourish and bloom all day long,
showcase your colors till sunset will dawn.
Delicate flower don’t you weep
Hang down your head
it’s time to sleep
When a new day begins
and sunrise sets in
You’ll be blooming once more
And we’ll be happy again!
Shell ✨🐚
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 8:37 PM UTC
You know you stopped me dead
while I was passing by
while you were inking gold
and glancing by;
reading poetry you like.
Oh my Lord I loved your style
and though I hadn't written
of this feelings all of my life,
I always thought in metaphorical
deep formating style.
One beastly soul
just loved my style becoming
a better patrkCham mind.
along with other Poets
thought of me
as different true and wild.
Two wolves pretended
to even like me in any form
As a rich goody two shoes
forelorned perceived was I
in my skin so wrongly viewed,
No sheep but Ram I am!
Some even called me weird
in dance and song so feared
I guess they saw
their own greedy eye revered.
So as my story in poem flowed
like a river rushing to the sea,
some poets joined my plea
to the sea I longed to join.
And as my river ran along
diverted its rushing went wrong
my river the sea never joined.
What's a river flowing!
what's a metaphor in poem!,
~~~~~~~
Karijinbba
Copy Rights 09-2020 revised.
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
Mummified me tight in her web,
she finds it funny
that my eyes are left open.
I shake
but I cannot listen
and I cannot scream
and she stares until
my heart is broken.
she whispers and I read her lips:
"I am fate,
and you were held firm in my clutches
ever since man has fallen.
"Lay, watch, and twitch
and remember my dear,
every breath you take is testimony
that you were chosen."
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 10:44 PM UTC
It comes with big fireworks of happiness
Like an extra life that revives you at the final battle,
Like a compliment that makes believe in yourself,
Like an advent of a person with radiating hope.
Euphoria - what it's called - catches your moments,
Paints everything with eternal-like vivid hues,
Triumphs your whole past in a meaningful-like song,
Brings you a goal that has never existed.
Then, it just stops the time around you,
Lets you see the grey cloud of the present,
Hear the empty vacuum of the past,
Get dizzied by the blur of the future.
It holes your soul with the deepest pit
That eats up all the hopes remained or desired,
All the energy left leaving only fatigue,
All the senses that might make the soul living.
The Mark of Death spreads its curse all over the body,
Including the soul that just sits, lays inside,
Letting the whole world behind half-living,
Accepting death already by my side.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 3:56 AM UTC
For the one who has no rest from tempest to tempest,
What does the word mean: summer?
What does the word mean: winter or weather?
Would he believe ever that there's a good weather?
Would he believe in warmness and sunshine or any similar form,
Or rather, would he see them as the lull before the storm?
Wouldn't he see the sun as hiding new tortures?
Wouldn't he hide under a tempest's cloak as turtles?
Saying: Oh Sweet Home, I know you and you know me,
Oh Sweet Roar, Thunder and Rain; follow me.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 2:51 AM UTC
I remember as a village member,
I cut a memorable road in the wood...
I remember as a walking wobbler,
Some deep thrill made shrill the route,
Covered by the blackness of Blackwood.
I remember as a faint bystander,
What a dark power had that wild park,
beware-embraced, making my eyes sharp,
Taking its hideous darkness like a lark.
I remember with a tender temper,
Some river's ripping ceased my shiver,
I - a thinker, harkened the silent timber,
How the water seduced me to drink her,
Whether I will fall to flaw, following her.
I remember as a deep slumber,
I answered the call, the fanfare, I heard;
The song of the fake stream was a lake,
A lake calling me with its narcotic ache.
I remember as I remember,
As if that freak lake wanted me to keep,
As if that deep lake... made me to leap.
I remember as a member of the lake,
I cut a memorable road in the wood...
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 1:45 AM UTC
Many words I despise to praise
and smiles forcefully produced
palms on their eyes, fretting
to eye the truth that tastes so bitter
but mixed with glitter looks just like gold
to the bare eye.
I dare not say
I fret to speak
what truth lies buried in their chest
They'd run a thousand miles away
and shriek at the top of their lungs
to rip that chest apart
dispose of a piece of art
but never hear these words..
Easy to forebear lies within lies
sweet and sinister, like robbing a maiden off virginity
far better to taste, way easier to digest
than relinquish your heart to her fresh love
That is what they desire, not so deeply
And I haul myself to write for a sea of lost souls
and rivers of forgotten tears as mine
whose owners please to shroud
from what's indeed all human
to see with heart, and devour with ears.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 6:56 PM UTC
Mamma always told me-
_I was struck motionless at the sight of her_
Son,
Don't let me catch you playin' with fire.-
_Her hair was ablaze_
One of these days you're gonna get burned. -
_Yet I am but a moth to her flame_
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC
Turning page after page,
searching web to web.
Reading books and novels,
prose and poems.
For some metaphors -
those were never been used in history
to portray feminine beauty.
No, they haven't left any
not even a single one.
Now, how shall I capture those deer like coal jet black eyes with so deep and calm stare?
Then how shall I portray those earrings hanging like bunches of berry touching her fine jaw line?
Which seems to be drawn by some Renaissance artist.
How will I draw her lipwing of rose petals, flamed like scarlet wine?
And that smile beneath the cheeks just like the before sunrise.
Or her hair, flowing like waterfall down her shoulders same as rocky mountain.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
Sun baked sand holds back withered shrubs
From the slow salty invasion of Poseidon
Drooping palms drop laden fruit
On passing, unsuspecting, heads
Where beauty once lay, now lies a trap
Calm steadily turns to white-capped waves
As surely as Poseidon's slow victory over the cliffs.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
These ****** intentions
seem to **** more than those so-called "reported" serial *******
To say,
-off the record-
that you give me both...
feels very disturbingly corrupt
yet thats not why you see me blushing.
can this burning betrayal flesh be helped or better prevented? probably not
my fight or flight instinct is to be the only suicidal bunny wet with desire, pressed up against the starving fox
wanting you to give me it all.
this is to be the root of my eternal damnation.
have all these urges
-that even you have yourself-
really be tainting the fragile lining of my soul using only my sinful secrets like a parasite?
or is the questioning of my own morality while you **** me religiously the real sin?
How dare my mind even wonder while you posses me from the inside.
if i am to be ****** for finding what you only long for then so be it,
mark me ****** and chisel me into the future's mythology.
and on that day,
the divine powers from above decide to strike me down,
when they smight me,
plaguing me with some eternal curse
I will welcome all fates with a smile.
I found a love so powerful it made destiny insecure
resulting as my name serving as some cautionary tail of knowing ones place
forever blazing in the stories with danger and warning.
but even if the sight of me were to turn you to stone, making me your demise,
i will deliver your marble tomb each and every time.
I will always choose to make you hard-always.
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
I hear the Siren's cry.
A bittersweet laughing ruse
full of a life fulfilled
just out of earshot.
Here I stand restrained.
A mute with perfect hearing,
A rigid, fettered meat husk.
Jutte Bristles feast upon the flesh of my wrists-
Vegetative vampiric cord.
It holds me to my main sail in a sea of
Violent storms.
My ship tosses and bucks, riding the bull of Poseidon
while phantoms of light dance on crests of oblivion.
My sailors, ears plugged with wax
Shift and sway on legs accustomed to rough waters.
I Alone, Hear the call and strain to act.
And what do these Goddesses of Lies offer,
(for deep down I know what they are)
these voices of fell winds wrapped in painful beauty.
Riches or Aires?
Sweet coupled love?
Secrets of the Green Mirror?
No, an end to loneliness.
Become one with the sweet horror and chaos.
Come dance over the waters with ****** abandon.
Feast on the tripe of torn souls.
I long to follow, but will not.
Rope against bone and sinew.
Blood pools at my ships rain-drenched trunk.
The song it calls, it calls…
Vile once-men, future minstrel demons,
Abominations that haunt my ghost ship.
Listen to your commander and allow me to follow
these kisses of spectral wanton lust.
Screams of anguish echo--
and then realization!
It is my own voice that parts
the waves of the storm soaked sea.
It is my own voice that
parts from the divine.
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
"How do you call it when you quit believing in the only thing you used to believe in?
Losing my religion.
Since I stopped believing in you, I've got an atheist heart beating in my chest."
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
Amongst all of the satellites in the sky above me,
my beloved,
you are by far the Sun,
and,certainly I'm the Moon,
constantly longing for you,
running after you,
thoroughly
each night by night
aware that you'll be doing the same,
aware we won't actually ever meet.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC
When i feel like im drowning, i feel like im home.
My fragile body, suspended animation, I swim like a stone.
Wobbling bubbles erupt from my mouth, conciousness dissolving in the sun.
Too quickly I'm loosing oxygen, the beauty sedates my urge to run.
A cold caress numbs me as the waves hold on to me tighter.
My thoughts stray from you, you'll drown with me, you blighter!
Fishes swim past, they carry the rainbow under scales that shimmer with stardust!
With an angels voice they sing a lullaby, slip into silent slumber I must!
Here we go again, my ball and chain pulling me away.
The ocean has swallowed the black sky, darkness calls to end my day.
Blurry faces scream above the water, Brushing fingers a grip they cant find.
There is no way back from this maze of mind!
Am i dreaming, is this fantasy, this peaceful state wont fit my reality!
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
You are a book i read
By definition metaphorically
Everything is on the page
Chapter and verse not hidden
But i do not see it!!!
Gaping holes in consciousness
Normal!!! Normal!!! Normal!!!
If i could comprehend you always
I would never fear one moment
Of your existence is precious and holy
To you not me unless
I make it so
Through effort
Perhaps i will see you as
a
Folio in a wayside shrine
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 2:16 AM UTC
As crepuscular light ebbs across
Celestial stretch amidst silky streams,
Exhaling enchanted orange hue,
Left along pathway of eventide...
And sun descends into elysian blanket,
As crystal rays entwined in embrace,
Heralding glorious glimpse of moonbeams,
Whose ascent adorns heaven's height...
And sunset sank into a sweetly sleep,
Twilight thrills...
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC