Blog Post 3.2
Similes
As empty as death.
As weak as human flesh.
Gathered together like bees.
As rough as tree bark.
Trembling like a junkie.
Praying like a saint.
Bouncing like a deflated beach ball.
Smiling like serpent.
Metaphors
Heart of ice.
Mountains of tears.
War is peace.
The ocean is corrupt.
The moon is wild in the quiet of the night, escaping the claws of the night.
This house of crumbs.
My love is war.
Writing is dreaming.
My love is war
War is peace,
Peace unknown without the war,
War unknown without the hope of peace.
Even the moon is at war against the dark.
The moon is wild in the stillness of the night,
Escaping the claws of the darkness.
Waving the white flag.
The good is at war with the bad within us,
One is smiling like a serpent,
The other, praying like a saint.
I dream and dream for peace,
But I can’t write my way out of this one.
The war is constant,
The loser always left trembling like a junkie,
The winner reaping the benefits,
Neither of them being able to keep the winning title.
This race in never ending,
As the moon fades
And light shines anew,
We have entered phase two.
Writing is dreaming,
And I write for you,
as I write for me.
Imagine the sinner without the saint,
and the saint without the sinner.
What a sight such a thing would be!
We are as weak as our weakest link,
the weakest link being our own skin,
the humanity within.
war is peace,
love is war,
neither of them a winner,
both of them too proud to surrender.
thus we reach the end of phase two,
with a screeching halt,
and as empty as death.
[Some of the similes/metaphors I have used might be wrong. I dont know why, but I think sometimes I use them without noticing, but when asked to identify it, for some reason I am having trouble; or maybe I am just over-thinking here.]
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