Well said.
I can’t hold a conversation that is not in metaphor.
I can see through your lies as I show you my all.
It’s not a pretty sight seeing as you do.
It’s a mixed up Zen in a world of broken fools.
It’s a beautiful time to destroy everything.
I fall at your feet to ask you for nothing.
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Aa Harvey (
Online) - Published: September 2nd, 2025 10:58
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What is the truth?
The truth is written in the comment I left below.
Truth sucks !
Nicely written. Why is it that people have such a difficult time understanding metaphor and take everything literally? A good write
I love metaphor. My brain tells me things I didn't even realise, when I write poetry. Sometimes I'm shocked that I wrote a poem because it is so good (Sometimes its not so good) and sometimes I only understand the poem after it has been created on my phone, written into my books, and then uploaded. Realization can come at any stage in this process and sometimes even later.
So it is your wish to always speak in metaphor? Why? Because reality is too.......
I wish I didn't have to always speak in metaphor. I'm just unable to talk when I am required to as I have nothing to say at that exact time. Poetry flows through me at its own convenience.
I can talk easier through poems then I can have a conversation with a real human being.
I see ordinary people telling ordinary lies and I try to tell the truth whenever it is possible and the lies just eat away my soul.
People see people who have done nothing wrong in an ugly way sometimes.
The world is constantly out of sync with what it should be and people are broken and often wrong.
When the world is having a good day there is always someone there to point the finger and say "The End Is Nigh!"
I kneel before anybody and agree they are better than me in every way and still I want nothing from them.
I should not give direct advice. I'm in no position. However I cannot see how metaphor can in any way resolve the world problems you note above. Your last sentence I don't understand at all
Look after yourself.
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