I AM METAPHOR! (POETRY)

WHO ARE YOU??

USE METAPHORS…

I am a spine filled ghetto

With intellectual notes

That gets stuck in my throat

Mid way down the words become my cloak

I claim not my thorn

I am a womanly girl

With Bobbie sox and Shirley temple curls

That pushes me to the masses

That’s right!

My thorn pushes me to the masses

And its mines!

And can’t nobody tell me about my spirit

That sees deep into those judgmental eyes

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seanbidd says:

July 30, 2013 at 1:22 pm

Guerrilla drifts the wind in stealth, between the emerald words, these kin to lines they run ink their rivers, through the shallows deep upon each page, curling at the earth pressed edges, sharing beneath each branches approach, birds of paradise, inked in words of colour, Guerrilla drifts the wind in stealth… Read your above poem a few days ago while on lunch at work, but was not able to log in to comment, the above thoughts are what found some paper in the moment

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1. mentalnotes1 says:
  
  July 30, 2013 at 3:27 pm
  
  AWE THANKS FOR COMMENTING AS USUAL (: FIRST WORD “Guerrilla” I WAS INTERESTED, I LOVE ANYTHING ROUGH AND TOUGH, ALTHOUGH ROUGH AND TOUGH MAY NOT HAVE BEEN THE INTENT,THE WORD ALONE INTRIGUED ME. I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH THE SHOW NOT TELL CONCEPT OF POETERY.
  
  THANKS DEAR (:
  
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  1. seanbidd says:
    
    July 30, 2013 at 9:48 pm
    
    It’s not about rough and tough, Guerrilla here is about the stealth of a wind passing through a forest. It is always there, but one will not notice it to touch until crossing, or passing along one of its many changing pathways, to catch unaware till in the moment. As often you’ll hear and listen to the wind in the forest, high above, or at some distance between the tress fern, and undergrowth. To touch it, the wind in a forest, here is when everything around is most alive, one can hear its cousin, water, coursing through her veins, coursing through the forest, as if spoken ink upon a page,,,,
  2. seanbidd says:
    
    July 31, 2013 at 9:07 am
    
    You know something, I’ve just realised I may of dropped the initial word play comment on the wrong post of yours, or has the image changed, (I had a few open at the time) I think kept going on a tangent with the second reply too. I think I was just contemplating at the time how a wind can find one in a forest, and then be gone again in moments. Maybe that’s too much thinking.