Metaphor Sorry Poems

Here I sit...
Behind steering wheel.
My back is numb
My head reels.
Cars pass me left and right
Ribbons of crimson taillights 
Leave traces behind my eye
Deep in my...

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Sitting under the willow tree
on a hot and gray day 
just passing the evening away 
delicate sounds of thunder 
rumble far far away
watching the winds...

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Crimson chrome 
bitter bone covered 
in dust broken  
in rust of ages
as industries rage 
the sage of the ministry 
gathering the storm 
lost bits...

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like a dog with a bone,
 I
    threw  
            ...

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I'm like what's next?

I'm in the P.D.X,
so flexed-
come rain or come next,

if the weather has test,
"I say" take the heather to caress the pests-

rush in...

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Ever transparent
Elusive to those that seek
Torn and wounded
Its insides peek
A floating breeze
Silk upon its cheek
A world of thoughts
Where no thoughts meet
Through layers of empty
Its insides...

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Kilroy Was Here, etched in sand on the shore
Waves wash over the inscription till it’s seen no more
The sea crashes over castles built by children...

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Sometimes I sit and wonder why 
no ones allowed to turn back time?
No quarter given to right their wrongs, 
forgiveness for the things they've done;

Worked...

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I've burnt so many bridges
with an empty box of matches.
Friendships fall to waysides,
and I watch it while it happens.
Distant conversations;
Eyes no longer fastened
on the times...

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I like that you are ill, but not by me,
I like that I'm not drowned within your fever,
that heavy sphere of earth will never be...

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Helga’s wrists are out of caress
I can’t touch’ em, this is true,
Full of woes I’m really jealous,
Pain is same as songs, anew
I am blaming Fate,...

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Many voices from the past,
Always echoing in my head,
How long can it last,
I thought you were dead.

You always tell me what to do,
So I don't...

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Through troubled times of struggle, hearts were muddled, I'd dissemble,
I'd drop your hand, chest buckles, you withstand and reassemble,
you've restored so many times what I've...

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I'm sorry for you, for all I DID mean to.
I'm sorry for truth yelling under the letters.
I'm sorry for gloom I used to be into.
I'm...

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Love floats by,


reaching,
tantalising,
meandering,


tip-toeing past pain,


leaping through walls,
weakening the barricades,


of the most private heart.



Love settles in,


trusting,
searching,
dissolving,


quietly beyond anguish,


erasing the desolation,
soothing a battered spirit,
enveloping the shivering soul.



Love...

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