Metaphor Introspection Poems

Burned by dawn of brand new light
I drift back into primal night
to find upon my dreams a dance
in wait to be
restored by chance.
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 it’s such a modes
 hint of fall yet it is  just
spring time cause cooling

chill the breeze April 
it is so now spring season
so...

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Ink stains and fragmented thoughts 
fuse upon lined pages,
 a dance of fleeting emotions 
and raw revelations. 

A symphony of words whispered to the wind,...

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Changed my mind
and most probably
my spelling and words
quite a lot recently,

thinking we all live
in a simulation and
are bodies are
avatars or emojis,

was watching
high end particle
of love...

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Balance is difficult for me -- 
generally leaning one way 
or the other

if not oscillate
more apt to choose that
additional cold beer, 

wanting to capture sunset

squeeze...

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Poe’s Hourglass: A Melancholic Decree

Once upon a midnight dreary,
As sands slip through life’s hourglass, eerie,
I pondered upon my penitent past,
And the regrets that will forever...

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I take in the morning's last breath,
it's fleeting hour, surrounded, 
by little whispers of thought,
I swear, will lead me to where,
the rivers run too deep,
but,...

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I settle not 
within the belly 
of the tempest
nor shall I surrender
to the hounds of hellebore 
foreshadowing the darkest whims 
I can only bare to...

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I soar high above the mountains touching every elusive peak
carrying white fluffy clouds on my back, unhinged and free
The parched lands look up to me...

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Must morning return so soon?
her hand-me-down haste,
& moth-eaten bloom,
grieves for the rain,
of last night's pour,
but, I still taste,
the petrichor,
dancing,
on my tongue.
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Tight stretched skin, not unlike leather parchment
Adorned with scars and burns and such carvings
Among the colors, red ink's enrichment
Envelops a file cabinet's burnings

Advice from the...

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Have I not yet awoke,
since last I wandered bare, 
in fields of bergamot and smoke,
and spring morning’s air,
blows a little more brilliant,
holding her prayer,
in my...

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Intangible, running faster than the time,
and in the middle of my reality, I am living a lie,
like you'll come out and tell me you are...

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“Life is too short to be serious all the time. So, if you can’t laugh at yourself, call me and I’ll laugh at you.” -...

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