Mandrake
He eventually came up with drunken aikido, a flexible, wobbling, flowing style intended as a metaphor for his psychological method.
Place of the heart
#1 of poems a prose worth reading for those that are lovers of nature in metaphor my heart has a place that it calls home. a room that the blues skies are that rules the ceiling. where the floor is green, green, grass.
Chapter XIII: Ask Us To Do Anything
'metaphors' to handle new surroundings." "is that why you don't have a plushie with you? or did you not get one?" he asked, clutching ikici more tightly to his chest.
Taking the Stage, Lead by the Audience
Definately not one of my better ones, though it's still okay... not as metaphor and allusion filled as my last ones. i'm somewhat proud of it though, kinda have to be.
Poem #71: A Snow Globe
It's an extended metaphor for people and their personalities.
Stepping...
Into a day unknown beyond what may be needed beyond the standard worry, many still hurry, to what's already proceeded a want, need, succession at its purest form commonality finds us, stays by us, through even a perfect storm metaphorical, physical, &
A Still-Beating Heart
Rev thought about ricky making a silly metaphor regarding them dancing to the sound of beating hearts. having written a story or two about how they are in tune to a song of life.
Teaser- "Perfect Lives"
I think that's a really good metaphor to sum all of this up. trying your best to get back to normal, and having the sky open up and take a piss right on your best efforts.
I Miss You
And bright so reach for the sky feel the wind blowing up there grab a wish and blow it away like seeds it'll sprout somewhere else and grow into something more i hear you but i can't see you here like an article sound connects us and like a metaphor
An Unforgiving Mind - medium poem
I'll wander in a metaphorical desert, dry of comfort and hope. loneliness may overcome me, maybe anger will reach me first. before lunch i'll have lost the stability of the morning.
The friends that I made through dragons (poem)
This poem is nothing but a metaphore of how frustrating it feels to have internet friends and having to wait for months, if not years, to meet, without stopping to be grateful for them.
One Dot Below the I
And bends over slowly she climbs in between her legs o difficult she slides in wet and slippery and disappears willlllya lookat that i repeat: the reader with x-ray vision jumps out like a measuring tape twisting himself blinking loop-de loop through metaphors