Metaphor Anxiety Poems

im playing cards with pandora
and she’s bleeding her hand
its so painfully obvious
i see her grand plan,
because calamities hit a set
and she’s feeling alright
but theres one...

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Thinking and thinking and thinking.
I want to stop going over the memories,
The looping record of agonising nothings.
That's the problem, you see?
It's not a problem to...

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I can't relate how I feel within metaphor 
For I'm unpoetic in this frozen state
Any move I make ruins my life
But stillness means I don't...

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Teresa of Ávila
Dreamt the passion of God.

A physical fire 
Burned an image of his power.

An image I envisioned was one so dull 
Full of pain
A...

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In a realm where feuds festered, fierce and free,
Two clans clashed, Kovacs and Petrovics, starkly set.
Amidst the mountains, a tale of sorrow spun,
Where bloodied bonds...

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the lawns are strewn in paradise
roses stained, unsweetened
beauty is bleeding
can we lick these festering sores?

my days are alchemy
as I exhaust to turn a gold
and paradise...

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It is 2 AM by the room clock,
Body, helpless, detached; done
Brain, still active. Heart wanting
the sweet melody of music. Alas,
the speaker needs the electric
embrace of...

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Trapped in my space suit
Tied down to the launching pad
Terrorized by the rocket
Paralyzed to the surface
The cold surface of my skin
Basks in the judgmental sun

Strapped...

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yet his gait was limiting
to the harvest of shadows around him
breathing whatever air was there
at the time
and since his writing 
caught no-one's attention
and colourful birds...

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I’m hanging on a rope of lies hanging on for dear life.

I don’t know what got me today but I gotta let go this rope...

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sitting at a table
not eating

sitting
at
a table

not

eating


...

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I am a dream,
infinity is my playground
imagination is my companion
and fantasy is my reality.

Both the alpha and the omega,
I go where only thought can go
into...

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Hair is meant to grow long and unruly
Who am I to interfere with nature’s treaty with time?
A king’s crown a tangled mess,
so fashion forward of...

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Ensembles of little wonder,
rattle the mind amiss,
percussing each muse asunder,
more a kick drum than a kiss.
Inherent absurdities,
on which I plaster a smile,
mortified in memories,
regressing all...

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As the apologetic sun
melts in hibiscus vase
of pastel-peach 
horizons and peels off
those pristine pigments 
of egoistic elegance, 
sailing upon 
aquamarine foam
of vanilla waves ~
where dignity
unveils...

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