Dark Metaphor Poems

The jars were meant to confuse even me —
labels scrawled backward,
dates falsified,
contents misnamed to keep them harmless.

I stacked them like decoys —
rows of false feelings,
the...

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[Verse 1]
After mind hug
I was waiting in the dark
Warm as the kiss
You never gave me
Time didn’t stop
But I did
Right where you left me

[Pre-Chorus]
Even angels are...

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Echoes of the holy grace, for this place,
Endless woe of devolution,
Forever entice, your grace,
The moon is your solution. 

Confined in this space, of endless grace,
Under...

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Sun's swimming low
diamonds in the waves
heart out with the tide
lost between a mountain and a molehill

Chasing the night
sky's got no stars
moon hiding high
trying to outrun...

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if I could describe your soul it would be 
clear mirror shattering forevermore 
where pieces are jigsaw puzzles 
not fitting, falling under oak...

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I think I shall - oh yes, I shall
put you to words in books, et al
and share my scoundrel’s rationale
with those of impish-like morale
but pray...

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The Ferris wheel, a spoked and sputtering crown,
Pinned back the velvet dark. We paid our fee
In crumpled bills, bought passage to the town
Where gravity forgot...

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 no turning back at nineteen years of 
age with bonded Love no eyes could 
see or earthly arms could hold dear
into a fold of...

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I found sweet deeps to plunge you in
    where oceans cease and vaults begin
      the wakes there...

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Before thought–the heart: a struck bell's hum,
in the chest's dark chapel. No word. Only thrum
that echoes the void where meaningwill climb. 

Is this the soul's...

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This clinging dark
not death, not bloom
stilled in air. 

Soft walls resist what dares to come
The skin forgets its former hue,
Will light find purchase there? 

A...

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    light   d i m m e d  for  Hathor
she wants to bring in Persephone

chocolate candle dripping consciousness
creating...

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A SUMMER JUXTAPOSITION)

Wow…90 degrees!
Suddenly, white clouds...dark blue:
Then, steaming rain falls

...

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When alabaster twilights 
rain upon celestial roses,
with tear-soaked trinkets 
of ancient aromas ~
I wear their amaranth scents 
upon acrylic wrists, 
and tie my terracotta threads
of...

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Throbbing, concave marks
adorn my skin—records of
your hunger, sated only by
the meat of
my body.

Though the pain is sweet—craved,
fulfilling—and my blood rushes
to provide you with drink,
my head—detached,
neglected—wanders.

Tell...

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