cliche
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Darling, I want to say I-love-you, although it sounds like a cliché.
Are there any other words to say when you love someone?
Is there a better way to express the deep feelings of my heart?
.
I want to forget the way your words became teeth,
Sharp, gnashing, unforgiving.
You talk ‘pretty’ now.
Your canines ground down and polished,
Dear Brother,
I write to you in a letter of clichés,
Mostly because I'm not really sure what to do anymore.
Burnt thoughts, burried sins
I never knew how to talk to you.
They say home is where the heart is
So I built us a house of cliches
Cut out the electricity,
Because they say love is blind
Cowboys love their trucks
and girls with long blond hair
In Daisy Dukes and boots
At the local county fair.
Cowboys love their trucks
I don’t love him anymore. The residency that he used to hold in my heart has been vacated. A year ago I was terrified when you left that I was over, I was done, that at sixteen I had loved the truest and purest love I would feel.
Black marker ink dries
While moist dark brown skin shimmers
Sweating the unjust
Love is all we need
So cliché but
Since when have we been
Too good for cliché
After all,
Clichés are cliché for a reason
Love is all we need
It lets us live out clichés
Everyone on earth has heard it before
It's a new car alarm
Or a knock at your door
A story so old they found it carved in stone
With all of the scrolls
And neanderthal bones.
The girl that can’t love because of you
Once so young and naive I allowed you to blind me of my perspective of love,
A love so beautiful,
A love worth value that spoke volumes.
I feel like you look for messages engraved in the cliche
i don't like it
but it seems to work.
this is straight forward.
i miss my metaphors
tired and hungry I can't help but wonder
Look all around you and tell me what do you see?
Are people fighting for originality? Or hungry to be like you and me?
This world lacks individuality, imagination and innovation.
I exist within a beat
A moment of synchronized sound.
An instance, determined by an ongoing tempo.
Rain
It was so cold,
We wandered through the woods to seemingly nowhere
Just because
Not even talking, just walking
What's on my mind? Well, most of the time it's this girl. She touches my heart in ways i never thought possible.
Here's another shitty poem,
about wanting to be a bird,
about wanting to be free
and the longing to relieve
of all the fucking stress
that we all have to deal with.
I want to fly the fuck away,
MAYBE IF I WRITE SOMETHING CLICHE I'LL FINALLY BE ACCEPTED BY MY PEERS. HERE GOES:
LOVE IS HARD.
LOOK UP AT THE STARS.
CRYING.
LOVE THE STARS.
IS MY LOVE UP THERE, IN THE STARS.
roses are red
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
if only you were too
youve sreded my heart
like it was paper thin
you crumpled my soul
like a can made of tin
Life is a glasshalf full of something or otherYet empty of something elseAnd no one can quite agree on whichOr remember that reallyIt’s all the sameBecause life is a glass half empty of time
A thousand reasons to walk away
A thousand reasons to say no
And yet I'm still wrapped up in you
They say they told me so
And now I'm in this hour glass
Of hate, pain, and shame.
And here I sit alone,
Stuck under the microscope
Pins through wrists and feet
Dried lips once muttered how to cope
And conquered Death’s compete
Oh what things I wish I could have said;
That I would taste rolling on my tongue;
The sweet and sugary words of not so cliche;
And the sour spite of not feeling wrong.
"Hey girl let me holla at you for a minute"What this generation has come toTrying to get a female as quick as one twoTrying to multiply and add but never subtracting from the equation
I could explain the pain of a broken heart
as well as I explain the comfort of rain.
They are only two of the unexplainable feelings
that course through my body from time-to-time.
When I was younger, I went through a lot of crap.
I didn't know how to express my feelings.
My emotions, my life, everything was out of wack.
I was bullied.
I had thoughts of suicide.
Do not say
that you have seen
another way
for us to play.
It has not been
at all okay.
You took away
my old routine,
promised me a better day.
Talk about cliche
I've got my heart on my sleeve.
Unsure what to do
Don't know where to go.
You reeled me in like a little fish
You've pulled me around like a puppet on a string
