Metaphorical

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The Note

The Note

The upturned boat on the beach
lay idling unaware of the waves.
Unintroduced in fact, for it...

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I am the sea

the deep blue sea is my attire,
I wear the depth I so desire
crashing waves make up my gown...

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Live

Live

Those who live to live,
Never truely live
But
Those who live to die,
Never...

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Final Destination

Final Destination

Altitude
Latitude
Longitude
Absolute location

Next to
In front
...

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Deep Seeded

I keep my cool to walk a beat
and step on down the only street.
In front of me, the view I'm...

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Burnt Carbon [ALT VERSION...

Burnt Carbon [ALT VERSION No. 1]

BANG.CRASH.
A lightning Flash.
I roll out of bed-
And land on my ass.
I utter...

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The Grieving Gardener

The Grieving Gardener

And lock away and let it stay until the seed firmly is grained
When the flower that blooms at night...

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had me thinking...

had me thinking...

hello?

hey!
hi baby
...so you just called to say hi?
...well hi to you too my...

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MARMOLADE

MARMOLADE

I found it hard.
The time was wrong.
A spirit, high.
Kingdom come.
Purple eye...

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CHAINSAW

CHAINSAW

I’m a chainsaw with no chain.
A nice old bike, sitting, rusting away.
A cloudless, bright day...

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COMING TIME WRONG

COMING TIME WRONG

COMING TIME WRONG
Take more next time, gee.
Jesus ain’t too soon singing free.
Can’t...

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WATER BOTTLE

WATER BOTTLE

I’m an empty water bottle.
My lid has been lost.
Even my label is all ripped.
I’ve...

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Children All Fall

at one point

Sons from small from trying to ride bikes
Running trying to hist kites...

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Dirt Patch

Dirt Patch

Small patch of dirt,
In a perfect space.
With enough sun and water,
Sprouts all over...

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Consciousness

Consciousness

In this metaphorical poem, consciousness is adressing the species it's accompanying and speaking about the...

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THE BEGINNING OF THE...

IN THE BEGINNING, I ONCE WAS A MAN, OF PURE FLESH AND BLOOD,
MY ONLY QUEST WAS TO PROVIDE FOR THE...

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Thorn Bleed

Prick.
That's what it does.
It pricks you.
Injects you.
These are not regular...