Posts Tagged: metaphor

Roaring

Each day I wonder how different I’ll be from the last. And it happens so gradually It’s like watching water boil But when it happens, it’s roaring. And the heat carries. Even if the source is snuffed Even if the

Roaring

Each day I wonder how different I’ll be from the last. And it happens so gradually It’s like watching water boil But when it happens, it’s roaring. And the heat carries. Even if the source is snuffed Even if the

My Moon and My Stars

When you take into consideration that the moon reflects the sun, it’s actually incredibly bright. I can see so much of its depressed craters with my naked eyes, and the deeper I stare, the brighter it appears, and my eyes

My Moon and My Stars

When you take into consideration that the moon reflects the sun, it’s actually incredibly bright. I can see so much of its depressed craters with my naked eyes, and the deeper I stare, the brighter it appears, and my eyes

Tinkyada Yada Yada

“Promising a delightful eating experience” Rice noodles are never soggy. If I soaked in hot water long enough would I become fuzzy? lose pieces of myself as oxygen boiled through me tufts of flesh floating away in waves. when did

Tinkyada Yada Yada

“Promising a delightful eating experience” Rice noodles are never soggy. If I soaked in hot water long enough would I become fuzzy? lose pieces of myself as oxygen boiled through me tufts of flesh floating away in waves. when did

Celestial Beings

When I try to hold my balance like I am a planet maintaining gravity, I find it difficult revolving around just one massive churning star. But here, I am surrounded by so many joyous, influential energies, it’s hard to pick

Celestial Beings

When I try to hold my balance like I am a planet maintaining gravity, I find it difficult revolving around just one massive churning star. But here, I am surrounded by so many joyous, influential energies, it’s hard to pick

Falls and Streams

It’s interesting to discern The path of water. Looking up from the canyon, Imagining the Spring, When all of winter’s snow will be melting, Trickling down tiny mountain sides, Into clear but rocky basins, Troughs. Thorough paths for water, Paths

Falls and Streams

It’s interesting to discern The path of water. Looking up from the canyon, Imagining the Spring, When all of winter’s snow will be melting, Trickling down tiny mountain sides, Into clear but rocky basins, Troughs. Thorough paths for water, Paths

In a Cloud

I remember the first few years that I flew. The clouds were too low in density to support me, but I often dreamed of walking on them, burying my facing in their fluff, rolling over, and catching beautiful Zzz’s. It’s

In a Cloud

I remember the first few years that I flew. The clouds were too low in density to support me, but I often dreamed of walking on them, burying my facing in their fluff, rolling over, and catching beautiful Zzz’s. It’s

Danced in the Sun

She danced in the wake of the sun feet stomping palms up. Light waves beat through her constantly, but sound waves gave her bounce made her twirl kept her turning gave her life to feel. to laugh to love, lose,

Danced in the Sun

She danced in the wake of the sun feet stomping palms up. Light waves beat through her constantly, but sound waves gave her bounce made her twirl kept her turning gave her life to feel. to laugh to love, lose,