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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Metaphor

I feel myself as made of soap
Bubbling, popping, squeaky clean
The softness of my frothy hope
May give the porcelain tub a sheen

The melting candle with no jar
The wax is lovely; useless, too
The wick is lucky; burns too far
To notice all the dripping stew

The mask of tears, the house of glass
Provide a shield I cannot use
I kick my own pathetic ass
What's yours to win is mine to lose

My robes of rags, my cardboard crown
I wear them with a bitter smile
My kingdom heart is crumbling down
But as the queen, I'll stay awhile

And now my calloused heart I flaunt
As on my bed of thorns I lay
The roses, what I really want,
You'll trample on your senseless way.
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  1. AlanJanuary 23, 2011 at 10:29 AM

    I loved the first three stanzas. The use of glass, wax, and soap, all kind of create this image of a non-water liquid mix thing.

    The fourth and fifth stanza are marked by a shift.

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