A poem without metaphor is a gelding; useless to nightmares.




(1 votes, 5.00 )The world is a room of heavy furniture. Eventually you are allowed to leave.




(No Ratings Yet)Time rises and rises, and when it reaches the level of your eyes you drown.




(No Ratings Yet)It was like the panting of a thousand puppies.




(No Ratings Yet)i do not give a sh*t, the toilet miss me now




(No Ratings Yet)that beauty can come from violence, if only in metaphor.




(No Ratings Yet)The brighter the light, the darker the shadow.




(No Ratings Yet)They are trying to make me into a fixed star. I am an irregular planet.




(No Ratings Yet)It is like the panting of a thousand puppies.




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