Simile
As empty as a graduate student’s bank account (how’s that for originality?)
As weak as a new born calf
Gathered together like Starlings
as rough as sandpaper
Trembling like a washer
praying like hoarding
bouncing like Mitt Romney’s policy?
smiling like squinting
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Metaphor
Heart of a mammoth
Mountains of crap
War is a mill
The Ocean is the bed
The moon is lamenting
The house is a lagoon
My love is a lock
Writing is the Universe
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Composition
I walk the vast stretch of the land: pavements as rough as sandpaper, air too thin to feel, and the scope far too blurry to bring into focus. Everything seems elusive; my breath blends with the silence of what surrounds me. Every new and different shape has to fight my pessimism to come into reality. Reality–huh! I whisper to myself, with every snaps of scarce optimism that glimpses by, “the moon is lamenting on the other side.” That moon is the shelter waiting to be felt is the only solace that my endless steps, exploring void horizons, couldn’t salvage. If you see me, don’t be fooled, I am onlysquinting like smiling; the arch of my brows have nothing in common to the line of my lips. If you hear me, don’t be startled, because that’s my passive pulse. The heart of the mammoth has still the magnanimity, but between stillness and eternity, it is bound to halt.
