There is an elephant in the room,
It is white.
I try to run from the awkwardness,
It follows in my head.
I am the living proof,
That love can’t be taken.
There needs to be some change,
Quarters and Dimes.
Plink
Plink
The red water flows slowly,
From my fast beating heart.
Someone calls,
Do I dare pick up?
Ring.
Ring.
“Hello?”
“Goodbye”
Click.
I get the Beatles now,
They just knew the other side of hello goodbye.
Lucy is in the sky with onyx,
An onyx heart,
It is mine.
I throw some light grenades,
They are too bright.
I think of the world
And how it never stops.
Spin.
Spin.
I'm getting dizzy,
Standing outside it all.
It’s like watching paint dry,
No fun.
There is another side to you,
Switch for me,
Let me see all of you.
I got angry and wanted redemption,
All I got was 5 cents.
I wanted to ring out the truth,
I wanted to do it with my bare hands.
My hands are as cold as my heart,
It’s like stone.
Stones sink,
Even when they are rolling.
Skip.
Skip.
Stop.
Drop.
Roll.
I'm on fire,
Can stone be this hot?
Maybe I should ask the earth.
Gaia is a myth,
Chaos isn’t.
If you sat down for days,
Could you feel the earth moving?
I am the walrus.
My head is too big,
I think that is your fault.
It’s a contrast,
Big head,
Small heart.
Throb,
Beat,
Its silent,
I'm no longer sentient.
Or at least coherent.
Have you seen the light shine?
From another person’s eyes?
I saw it all too well.
It burns,
Only after it stops blazing.
Sizzle
I just don’t know what to say,
For once.
I am a painter,
I paint with words.
I am the pencil,
Scratching away at my paper soul.
All of this is because,
I had writers block.
Scratch,
Scribble.
Onomatopoeia,
What a stupid word.
One among thousands,
Love.
I have a sense of Drive,
It’s driving me crazy.
My get-up-and-go
Is doing just that.
Without me.
Shift.
Accelerate.
Red light.
Green light.
You’re out.
I want to be back there,
Being a kid again.
But that is just the nostalgia talking.
I'm no longer here,
I'm back there,
There and then.
People tell me to come back,
But yelling doesn’t wake me.
I'm comatose.
Don’t unplug me,
I'm happy here.
I live in my own little world,
But it’s ok,
They know me here.
I am superman.
I'm untouchable.
I'm Free
Watch me fly away
Whoosh.
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Submission Name: I Am The Metaphor
