3.30.2012

PERSONAL METAPHORS

If I were an animal, I would be a squirrel.













If I were a car, I would be a hybrid.



















If I were an article of clothing, I would be a hoodie.



















If I were a day of the week, I would be Thursday.



















If I were a kind of food, I would be an onion.



















If I were a colour, I would be blue.










If I were a movie, I would be The Sound of Music.



















If I were a fragrance, I would be vanilla.

















If I were a type of building, I would be a skyscraper.



















If I were a plant, I would be a carnation.















If I were a musical instrument, I would be an oboe.













If I were a geometric shape, I would be a diamond.
























If I were a piece of furniture, I would be a circle chair.
























If I were a song, I would be One Sweet Day.
























If I were a season, I would be autumn.















If I were a cartoon character, I would be Winnie the Pooh.
























If I were an appliance or machinery, I would be music speakers.


















If I were a natural phenomenon, I would be a fog.













If I were a superhero and had any superhero power,
       I would be able to live without sleeping.



















           If I were a natural phenomenon, I would be a fog. Fogs are difficult to see through and are often used to illustrate the element of a mystery. Although they are difficult to see through, every step you take in a fog clears out what is standing immediately before you. Like a fog, many people fail to know what I am actually like but rather have very different views on me. I also symbolize a fog as I do not open up to people easily and getting to know me is like clearing up a fog. Each step you take will reveal another side of me but to actually know me, it will take many more steps until the fog is out of your way.

3.02.2012

This is just to say

                                 I am trying
                              to do my best
                                but I guess
                        I am not good enough

                                Stress builds
                       as expectations from me
                                 are high
                              way too high

                                Forgive me
                           for this is all I am
                                so lacking
                              and so broke

Judgement


so much depends
upon

comments and criticism
I receive

everything sounds like
attacks

remaining as deep
scars