Metaphor Emo Poems

Deep in my shrewd mind, a storm rages on 
Dark clouds gather as the wind howls till dawn
A tempest of thoughts, I cannot control
A battle...

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5-20 Lines on: The art was most masterful on the dark canvas


The genius of her life paled in comparison amongst those who balanced easily walking...

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The sun was blinding 
but not as much as your rounded oceans 
Sparkling like a firecracker 
Like the first tinges of a lighter 

Hold it...

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Once a wish, always a pipe dream
You would’ve known what it was if it came true 
Let’s swap journals and see what we find 
Show...

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Thin are the lines between love and hate,
  Between life and death...
  But I'll tell of your fate
  With my dying breath...

I...

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Darkest heart a ruddy black 
Dried blood and static
Blackest of black eyes roll in empty space
The darkest night in deepest oblivion 
Of volcanic hell frozen...

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In impressions:
I reflect...
my expressions retract...
In composite cycles
I react...

Burning optics of set cycles 
Spins
Around
Falling
Down,
Swirls, twirls to a stop.

I see lightning striking the ground.
Echos of reality
Excite liquids...

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Stumble across the threshold of memory into places I’ve known or unseen and only relived in deepest dreams…

Clutching the candle of revelation high, its silken...

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Amber in your eyes
Crimson are your lips
Ivory is your skin
Sweet is your sin
Smooth are your hips
Here are your lives
Between pillars of fire
Stone, golden is your...

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There at the back 
of my mind like an elusive form…
Out of focus a blur in my inner reality 
never dreamt in nightmares 
waiting to...

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Metal, blood, and mascara 

Half sunk a shattered visage lies,
A wrinkled lip, a sneer of cold command,
Of boundless and bare
Along the level, sands stretch far...

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Lone machines hum and sway, 
back and forth to the rhythm and rage. 
Optics lens reflect refract and collect 
the thunderheads of blood-soaked clouds, 
build...

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A god mended in string and wired corsets, armature. 
The blackened police the striders in the dark… 
a crippled plaything, 
a hymn of the tourniquet...

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Once in a blue moon, in the circuit of the cryptic sky appears the transcendental fusion,
when the acquiescence of the sky emerges to display two...

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Sharp the need
burning the bitter weed
burnt offerings in
fragments of imagery
feeling the spice sweet 
dreams come
nice as the world swims 
out of view 
the light feeds...

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