#clich
How cliché,
Today is my day.
But I'm thinking of my deathbed,
And saw someone's too.
Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 1:49 AM UTC
My eyes flick over the textured ceiling,
connecting dots and making patterns
like some kind of giant Rorschach test.
I surrender to cliché and tell myself that
if I can just get through the night
that tomorrow will be different,
that everything will be fine in the morning,
but the dawn rarely brings salvation.
I close my eyes instead and listen
to the sounds of owls awakening,
asking questions that have no answers.
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 9:11 PM UTC
It ended before it began.
I think that’s how the saying goes.
It was for the best, I’m sure.
I’d have broken my own heart
and not let you pick up any of the pieces.
But before I hug you, wish you the best,
and tell you to stay in touch
as we part amid a myriad of clichés,
I have one grain of truth to share:
You made me feel beautiful again.
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 8:21 PM UTC
and to believe that i,
after only a
handful
of months,
have fallen
truly and
unmistakably in love
with
everything about you
hr.
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 5:00 PM UTC
I thought I was scribbling metaphors
and my poetry is a waterfall of words
like a continuous flow of blood
when I cut my throat to voice out my thoughts.
But I am wringing my mind,
and removing worthless thoughts
together with my inscribed prose.
And I realized,
I am humming verses,
Instead of writing poems.
Constructing another cliché
for an underrated piece.
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 9:28 AM UTC
feelings.
everytime this cliché word is said,
it hits hard with a new meaning .
now,
the word no more
remains cliché.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 11:04 AM UTC
Roses are red
Dripping salt and slate
Brimming with anger and jealousy
Crying out tears of dead fate
Violets are blue
Only fear is grated on the board
Highlighting the stale
Mate, leave at your own accord
Sugar is sweet
A devil’s temptation they say
They pour the bitter water
Washing mind’s hallucinations away
And so are you
Willing to *******
Inside the walls of envy
Shaking your burnt-bulb rattle
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
Why do people care when I fall down on air,
It's a root, first of all, I don't know why they dare,
I don't die, must I fall, I may cry and may crawl,
Let this be something learned for the next one who saw,
I know I'm the one that will die in the movies,
However I go I know It won't be soothing,
I run after day when it's worse for the sight,
Of course, I would trip when i'm running in the night,
For the better or worse, I'm the first one to go,
It is good that I know I'm the start of the flow,
At the end of the day, It all goes out to show,
I am falling on roots, not the air you a*sholes!
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
And we’re on the phone like this, 00:44 am.
I’m on the balcony so my roommates don’t hear
I’m freezing a little bit cause i’m in my *******
I don’t have my glasses so the city lights are kinda fuzzy and man, does that one star reminds me of your eyes.
We talk and we talk about our day
How I’m starting art school soon and we’re gonna be together forever.
You hate your school and the job is going great.
We’re gonna have a puppy and name him Wilbert.
« I miss you little dove..
-Missing you too baby »
This feels too much like a cliché but **** I get it.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 12:57 AM UTC
I risk it all to have it all;
The be all and end all.
Clichés like unmutual love
Show you what I'd do for love.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
although age in and of itself
does not declare experience
or the depth of knowledge one has gained
and in my opinion is silly for anyone
to think otherwise
I'm always told
"your so wise for one so young."
Or
"oh I remember what it was like to be 19
and think you know the world."
Yet what they refuse to acknowledge
is that in 19 short years,
I may have experienced both
horrors and beauty
that they have yet to dream let alone see.
Who is to say that age is a boundary of the mind?
That inexperience creates an age divide?
Who are they to claim that we would be consumed
when they have yet to wander in our beaten old shoes?
Who are they to judge me of a story
they have yet to hear?
All becuse they refuse to lend an ear?
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 4:58 AM UTC
Everything is chide, and everything cliché
quantity of the word, and only so many ways
All the combinations, the puzzles and the riddles
assembled and amassed, words caught up, in the middle
Whether used, reused, over-used. or abused
groaning upon the view, but still, slightly amused
The combinations may be infinite
and the lines and prose, articulate
There can be no help for it
a synaptic, burnt out
indiscriminate
insignificant
impotent and
indefinite
light bulb
sort of
filament
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 8:24 AM UTC
yes, this is exactly what you can expect,
a poem about a love that can never get wrecked,
expressing a desire for love,
that always manages to go above,
above and beyond expectations,
because they both had to be patient,
no love that could even compare,
cause this love will never tare,
they share a love and a certian kind of lust,
and writing about it is a must,
cause no one understands,
the feeling that comes with holding hands,
the memories that are made in the moments,
that are always worth the hints,
the sacrifices they've made for eachother,
they love that they've gave one another,
its all so beautiful
and their hearts were so full,
full of love and happiness,
never hate nor sadness,
together they were strong,
together nothing felt wrong,
so they shared their story in a generic love poem,
even though most people considered it dumb,
it was a good way to express feelings,
and it was very revealing,
to write that generic love poem.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC
Yes, I admit it
I am that typical girl
Who waits for the prince
To show up
And in my dreams
He rides a horse
And brings roses
And chocolate
Please, stop!
Before it's too late
Listen now
What if...
The prince is
Terrified of horses,
Allergic to roses
And disgusts chocolate?
Life is not a fairy tale!
Why didn't anyone
Tell me that the world
Is not a cliché?
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC
Once upon a time
a long time ago
in a land far away
there lived a princess,
a damsel in distress;
with a hope
that one day
her life would be made whole
with a kiss from a prince.
A prince,
a hero of sorts.
He’s fought dragons and
monsters and
thieves.
He defended his kingdom
with all his might
with the hope
that his life would be made whole
with a perfect
damsel in distress.
At the center of the tower,
the one in which the princess lives
is a man,
of an unfortunate, horrible
evil.
And just like the princess,
and the prince,
the antagonist, the
king
is just as cliché as the rest
with a hope
That he will rule the kingdom.
The one guarding the girl,
the damsel in distress,
is the monster -
the dragon,
the one from childhood stories.
He shoots fire from his mouth
the color of blood
and he defends
the princess with all his might,
with a hope that one day
he’ll taste the prince’s blood.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
Location location location
Vocation vocation vocation
Des'pration
Des'pration
Des'pration
Cliché decay, is summation.
Dictation Fixation; Damnation.
Let's pray, son.
**** Nation- stagnation, frustration.
Creation.
Creation, salvation, elation.
Let's play son.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
If I somehow
***** this up, and die
in some stupid, boring, clichéed,
romantically tragic way
while I'm still sort of
young and
sort of attractive, and
you are, too,
I hope you
**** on my grave,
howl profanity at the couldn't-give-a-shit sky,
and curse me inside-out
for being
so derivative and
predictable.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC
Content I am to finally convey
I think of you everyday
Far flung from the realms of cliché
Because I truly DO LOVE YOU!
13/09/15
DLR
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
Another sleepless night
With my last cigarette
Coming to an end
And darling
Believe me
I was thinking about you
After a thousand times
I told myself not to
I inhale my last drag of the night
And pray to God
That the sunrise will be kinder
To me that always hide
In the shadows of my feelings
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
She was a cliché of depression and eating disorders.
- F.T
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
Tell me you know how it feels... To be sent into a downward spiral. To be controlled by pills. To have minimal control over yourself. To not feel happy in your own body. These 'clichés' are uncontrollably perpetuated by the society we live in. Annoying. Attention seeking. If only you truly understood...
-F.T
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
"i had every intention of telling you,"
he claims.
"but it's already too late,"
i say.
he replies with the ever so cliché line that is, "it's never too late."
i'm not sorry
that some things just are.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 4:14 AM UTC
The dust collecting on the window sill,
Makes me think of time
The days and hours accumulating,
It was the most dangerous crime
I had you warned but you didn't stray,
So I can't be put at fault
Starting to become someone else,
Routine every day like some type of cult
Like a sunset everything must end,
Even though we adore the mystical beauty
Sitting here lost in my words and actions,
While you were lost paying Call Of Duty
More days passed with nothing but anger,
Your fists showed exactly how you felt
Even if they weren't directed at me,
I had to pick up the cards after they were dealt
So many tears, shouting, and lies
But you always got your fill
Anything you needed I was right there
Well...not anymore, because I dusted my window sill.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC