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I found painted faces Or were they faceless bodies In the vastness of oblivion I found whites and offs Hugging their skin I saw lil old me lost within I found a paper a plane Or were they paper planes Flying high in the limitlessness of mind I watched lil old me hang by it's tail Trying harder to escape I found a lil green sapling trying to grow beyond its fate In the barrenness of undeniable ache I watched lil old me kick the can of naive nourishments And crush the weed The strong bitter aftertaste of the lasts of hot black coffee Metaphors. //a word or phrase that is used in an imaginative way to show that somebody/something has the same qualities as another thing.// These Metaphors make sense. The wet window I look out of While it rains cats and dogs outside. Sigh. Hear the sound of pennies jingle And laugh of stray kids and weak parents I see hope in disparity True joy is rare. I watch figures dance Wearing long blacks and whites In a red rain that falls upside down I watch lil old me Match feet with her red Play with her blacks and greys Speak her primary shades I've watched her grow. Bloom. Effloresce //reach an optimum stage of development.// In a barren limitless oblivion. My mind. It is not the chaos you assume it to be It is way more than what your imagination can ever fathom I've made peace with the truth And that is what sets me free I've started loving again. With my heart on my sleeve. Developed a taste For the pungent bittersweetness of life that is to last an eternity .
