Blog Post 3.2
Similes
As empty as tear ducts.
As weak as muscle tissue.
Gathered together like a funeral procession.
As rough as a whisper.
Trembling like an epileptic.
Praying like an atheist.
Bouncing like flat stone across a lake.
Smiling like a fool.
Metaphors
Heart of coal.
Mountains of fear.
War is life.
The ocean is the moon.
The moon is the ocean.
This house of cards.
My love is the sky.
Writing is living.
Lost in Translation
Gathered together like a funeral procession
My thoughts set fire to my eyes
And burn through everything in sight.
My lungs left;
Empty as tear ducts.
My sanity teeters
As the ceiling closes in.
I am happy.
The thoughts linger still;
Uncertain like the past.
Life is war;
War is life.
My heart of coal sits still
Atop mountains of fear.
Beneath it the ocean is the moon.
My love is the sky.
Always there;
But never the same.
I am happy.
I am…
(I’m not very good with metaphors and poetry but hopefully this didn’t turn out too bad)
One response so far
I think your metaphors are amazing. You have a knack for them.