here is mine: light years ahead. corny maybe but..
a thirsting lion devours my eyes
I dream
of obscurity
for the gaping wound
that will not heal
a faceless enemy
drops his full weight upon
the bayonet
that pierces
my lung
I kick once, and,
with an endless shudder
my whole life passes
through my bladder
a thirsting lion devours my eyes
Through clenched eye teeth
I dream
of obscurity
for the wound
that will not heal
I don't know what a metaphor is.
I am a rose, beautiful but thorny and slowly wilting away.
(hope I'm not getting marked on this, lol) :laugh: >:D
I'm rusted Iron Sometimes
I'm tough from pressure and heat
but rusted and forgetful or confused about what shines underneath
Truth to me is a brillo pad
or WD40
Or Acid that eats the rust away
And Corrodes the shine as well
So in the end I've polished too much of myself off
And I'm no longer strong
Just a piece of shiny, frail foil. Finally aware of what its true nature is because most nature has been stripped away.
I am a christmas tree.
Well my life...
Here's another...
My life is a thread of kevlar.
My life is coffee, grounded and aromatic.
How's that one? :)
I was shattered into fragments and reforged as something better.
My life is a ship at sea – a schooner under sail.
There have been storms that have nearly destroyed her. Storms that shredded her sails, threatened to snap her masts like kindling and swamp her hold. The briny deep seemed to reach out for her, and still she sailed on.
Her mettle was tested far beyond what it was thought she could endure. Tested to where every plank groaned under the loads, and she came through into bright sunshine – fair winds – and a following sea.
Her Captain will never doubt again.
There will be storms. And the battle will rage.
But she will never strike her colours.
We sail proud and free.
Our course set by Divine Providence.
We know not what lies ahead, but we will be daunted no longer.
Video game footage...hard to edit.
Quote from: SarahFaceDoom on April 06, 2008, 08:28:28 AM
Video game footage...hard to edit.
are you saying your life is a cleat in the face?
With these lyrics from Tristania's "Tender Trip on Earth"
Up on the gallery
God shouting down at me
Something I can not be.
Tears falling from the sky
Words from a lullaby
Everything beautiful dies.
For now, we're hanging in
Though we're all blessed with sin
You make my tired heart sing.
~Simone.
antiestablishmentarism
My life is the clock dripping over the ledge in a Salvidor Dali painting.
I am the little girl sliding down the wooden railing, and life is the nail that is sticking out about an inch.
tink :icon_chick:
I'm the Goddess of Spring. Here's (https://www.susans.org/forums/index.php/topic,27489.0.html) the metaphor, but since it's already been posted I've just placed the link here.
Nice topic, Tasha.
I am the box inside the box.
I was on a roller coaster for a short while until it made me giddy at which point I stepped off. Looking back, I noted I was the only one who had stepped off and thought I must be chickenhearted or something if I couldn't take it.
Then I started to note those still on the roller coaster were also giddy. They were complaining about being dizzy and getting sick from being giddy but they wouldn't listen to me when I told them to simply step off. They thought I was strange.
I watched them for a long while but this also made me kinda giddy and quite sad.
So I looked away.
My life is either...
A long queue at a bus stop.
Or an out of sync simulator.
I'm surrounded by wolves.
Quote from: Nero on April 30, 2008, 07:47:58 AM
I'm surrounded by wolves.
But its okay- I'm a sheep in wolfs clothing
i wonnnn kiillll uuuu
Nine mile skid, on a ten mile ride
hot as a pistol, but cool inside
from robert hunter
In the words of Ondine, who was probably one of my favourite people from the 60s.
To be all man, you have to be all woman
Not only did it make me laugh but i cant relate lol.
A bookish Peter Pan, with a dash of Rikki-Tikki-Tavi's curiosity. While some think I have grown up, I still retreat to NeverNever Land.
Swimming in molten lead
Hope and efforts gains are just like libido and a race.
Keeping it up
Keeping up
words from a spell by a witch in a magic nobody believed anymore
My life is my dream in which i am in control and where i can be anything i want to be, but everything rarely makes any sense and I'm left with the confusion that can turn my dream into a nightmare.
As a Piscean, my symbol is the fish swimming in both directions at once. It fits. ;D
I often feel like an M.C. Escher painting in which the stairs or waterfalls are going down and up at the same time, or birds are metamorphosing into shadows...
Zythyra
The bumblebee I saw yesterday that thought it could escape its human prison by pushing through the clear glass of the window.
It believes it can get through if It flies at it hard enough, because of what is clearly on the other side, but is having a hard time doing it, and is damaging its wings.
My life is a comic book, probably published by black horse or vertigo.
Looking for the summer.
A head on collision......harsh...yeah I know..... ;)
gina
My life is a metamorphic virus. It just keeps on changing and adapting. Also because it is very complex in size. (Very controversial >:D)
Rusted hulk, Brillo pads came eroding.
As it scraped my flesh and rusted machine,
I saw the weapons other purpose.
Tools of old once used for arcane process, Now used as swords.
Shiny and new, and so honed and sharp. I thought these were used to kill, but rather just sharp enough to create life.
Gaze upon its reflective wonder. This introspection no longer has a sheath- Now forever armed to the teeth.
The light bouncing off my insides illuminate things close
I have no clue what to even write anymore
The wonder distracts me
A shiny ball of complexity, exploding screamless into the next dimension.
An old dog learning new tricks.
Mistress Janet
A farmer blowing his nose in his shirt. ;D
..........
I don't know what it means either.
I got two
1/Life is one big First Person Shooter (FPS)/Role Playing Game (RPG) game we all play, the only difference between life and a game is this, you only get one life, no restarts, saves, retrys, continues, reloads or cheat codes and there is only one game over.
This one is rather long thought of mine looking at my life in this sense. Okay more like a Poem
2/ Awakening from a hidden dream I see myself that can't be seen. I wish to finally break away, to see the light another day. Lost inside a Nightmare scream I wish to see beyond my dreams. Tear apart these tears inside, open my heart and wake inside my mind. To tear apart from my dream, awaken unto another fear. All that was left was rage inside, hidden back behind my own eyes. I can now escape away, to see the world on this day.
Abstract sense, such as smell. Fragrance. Perfume. :)
*smiles*
An irresistable force meeting a not-quite-immovable object. :)
One Continuous Mistake
-Suzuki Roshi
Quote from: Zythyra on May 11, 2008, 08:18:11 AM
As a Piscean, my symbol is the fish swimming in both directions at once. It fits. ;D
I often feel like an M.C. Escher painting in which the stairs or waterfalls are going down and up at the same time, or birds are metamorphosing into shadows...
Zythyra
Precisely stated, opposing pisces especially. For me also when things are bleak:
"Run away train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track"
Will I get to where I am going, which is against everything I have been taught? If I make that step, I can never go back. Will I find happiness when I get there, or will I simply collide with my other life along the way?
Chris
Everything is nothing
Nothing is everything
To be; I must cease being
Existence is futile
Quote from: Rebis on November 06, 2008, 07:46:23 AM
Everything is nothing
Nothing is everything
To be; I must cease being
Existence is futile
this is really dark, Rebecca. for what it's worth, i think existence is everything. it is what we have to work with. and chances are, many of us have been dealt lousy hands. but that's ok. if the odds were not difficult, there would be little point in playing. why that is so, i am not sure. but it's easy to see that some who have been dealt very good hands end up with very very lousy lives.
-ellie
Quote from: ell on November 16, 2008, 02:02:11 AM
Quote from: Rebis on November 06, 2008, 07:46:23 AM
Everything is nothing
Nothing is everything
To be; I must cease being
Existence is futile
this is really dark, Rebecca. for what it's worth, i think existence is everything. it is what we have to work with. and chances are, many of us have been dealt lousy hands. but that's ok. if the odds were not difficult, there would be little point in playing. why that is so, i am not sure. but it's easy to see that some who have been dealt very good hands end up with very very lousy lives.
-ellie
Only in silence the word,
only in dark the light,
only in dying life:
bright the hawk's flight on the empty sky.
-The Creation of Éa(From
A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. LeGuin,
The Creation of Éa tells how Segoy raised the islands of Earthsea from the ocean by naming them in the True Speech.)
In this Earthsea philosophy, which is a part of me, life and death are opposite sides of the same thing, much like the Celtic traditions. There can be no life without the absence of life. There can be no death without life. Together they create each other in the image of Ouroboros biting its own tail. And in that liminal space where the two meet, in birthing and dying, the sacred lies. It is a space where paradox becomes the norm. You are both right. Existence is futile, and existence is everything.
Quote from: ell on November 16, 2008, 02:02:11 AM
Quote from: Rebis on November 06, 2008, 07:46:23 AM
Everything is nothing
Nothing is everything
To be; I must cease being
Existence is futile
this is really dark, Rebecca. for what it's worth, i think existence is everything. it is what we have to work with. and chances are, many of us have been dealt lousy hands. but that's ok. if the odds were not difficult, there would be little point in playing. why that is so, i am not sure. but it's easy to see that some who have been dealt very good hands end up with very very lousy lives.
-ellie
I'm sorry. I was trying to be funny. That last line is a play on the Borg motto - resistance is futile.
Really I was just saying 'don't worry and things will be fine'. I guess the Borg thing turns it all around. ::)
Lizbeth said it better than I.
Now I have an idea for a record named 'suicide borg' - existence is futile.
That would make a good band and first record.
Life is two ambulances rushing to separate hospitals... Head-on colliding on the freeway... For me at least.
I am an ant crawling on a mobius strip.
(https://www.susans.org/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nine-on-line.info%2Fsiteimages%2Fescher-mobius-2.jpg&hash=7c9746dd7d679b2a0438623e81ede0ac77c5c791)
I am Schrödinger's cat (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schr%C3%B6dinger%27s_cat)
Crash and burn as often as I have and there's no doubt about my metaphor; the Phoenix rising from the ashes of it's own destruction.
Quote from: Claire de Lune on November 27, 2008, 02:07:00 PM
Crash and burn as often as I have and there's no doubt about my metaphor; the Phoenix rising from the ashes of it's own destruction.
"i feel like a Phoenix! rising up, out of Arizona..."