Metaphorical

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Under the Hood

I like cars a lot,
Got the same love for them cars that my fathers got,
But most cars are...

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Ghost Need Signs

Ghost need signs to aid their care
For darkness is but so long
How else can they keep up the...

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To Busy To Die

They seek my life
And would capture it without notice
My life has but one strife
Death...

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Silence

Silence is my sister
She's devoted to finding peace
But fighting without a voice
Is no...

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Shades Of White

In the community
Where there are shades of white
There's no immunity
For shades of...

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Madness Will you have Tea...

Nothing stems from thin air,

everything as an orgin,

has the core reason of why we

...

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Live Your Dreams

You can wait for the sun to rise or just follow the sunset.... You decide.

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In The Mind Of A Genius

In The Mind Of A Genius

Writing Articles
My pen is a particle,
neutrons are equivalent
to the force in my pen...

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Light and Dark

Mother sun long ago lived

her children very quite opposite

Luminous, the bright...

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Tiny Stars In A Blackened Sky

Tiny Stars In A Blackened Sky

I represent an uncountable group
Tiny stars in a blackened sky
Constantly seeking the greater...

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How it Feels to be Transgender

The boy runs

trying to escape the obstacles in my head

The girl in the pretty pink dress...

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Human Machine

Systems in my mind haywire,

Lines tracing my thoughts cut,

Sparks start to fry,

...

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Beat The Storm

Beat The Storm

The time has come to beat the storm
No matter what its current form
...

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The Truth About My Personal...

My hell was sixth grade.
My demons the eighth grade girls.
The vile words hatefully thrown my...

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Ballad of the Broken

In your eyes there lies a song

It plays quietly in the background

This song that never ends...

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He Is The Slits On My Wrist

He is the slits on my wrist.

He is the blade

ripping through me,

and the blood...

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Icing Life

There appears a blizzard

hopeless confusion in hapless conditions

which we've concocted for...