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You are like a bird that sits on my shoulder and pecks at my ear -
Right through my ear! -
right through my skull
and into my mind,
and you re-embroider yourself on my cortex, though I’ll pull out your stitches again and again
You are like a bird…
But, no, you are more. Birds sleep, too, and cannot pester your memory both night and day.
You are like a fallen fruit, that sits beneath the drooping tree and waits for winter -
Growing limp and sour
and brown and wrinkled -
and turning into a sticky, messy mush at the touch of my fingers, though I still tell myself not to entertain thoughts of picking you up again.
You are like a fallen fruit…
But, no, you are more. Because a fruit eventually rots away, then it is gone for good
You are like the ocean that stretches endlessly ahead and behind and beneath
To the depths of the trenches -
and to the very tips of the sky,
until I find myself sinking and flailing in your vastness, though I keep telling myself that I do know how to swim.
You are like the ocean…
But, no, you are more. If I drown in the ocean, I will eventually find the bottom and will cease to sink down and down.
Right through my ear! -
right through my skull
and into my mind,
and you re-embroider yourself on my cortex, though I’ll pull out your stitches again and again
You are like a bird…
But, no, you are more. Birds sleep, too, and cannot pester your memory both night and day.
You are like a fallen fruit, that sits beneath the drooping tree and waits for winter -
Growing limp and sour
and brown and wrinkled -
and turning into a sticky, messy mush at the touch of my fingers, though I still tell myself not to entertain thoughts of picking you up again.
You are like a fallen fruit…
But, no, you are more. Because a fruit eventually rots away, then it is gone for good
You are like the ocean that stretches endlessly ahead and behind and beneath
To the depths of the trenches -
and to the very tips of the sky,
until I find myself sinking and flailing in your vastness, though I keep telling myself that I do know how to swim.
You are like the ocean…
But, no, you are more. If I drown in the ocean, I will eventually find the bottom and will cease to sink down and down.
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Oh, those silly, unruly things that insist on pestering us. No, I actually wasn't under the influence when I wrote this.
Oh, yeah, and for the record, I actually love birds, the ocean, and fruit. They just happened to be convenient similes for me at the moment, which caused me to portray them slightly unpleasantly :3
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I suppose my concern is unity (too many disconnected similes? ) and how well my experimental grammar is working out...
Oh, yeah, and for the record, I actually love birds, the ocean, and fruit. They just happened to be convenient similes for me at the moment, which caused me to portray them slightly unpleasantly :3
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I suppose my concern is unity (too many disconnected similes? ) and how well my experimental grammar is working out...
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I enjoyed the pacing and wonderful pattern you used.