"cheesiness" poems
The world is in full color, the sky still sporting tones of pink as it grows dark
every word spoken is like a tiny love note to me, i wonder if im too sentimental
ive got galaxies in my heart and im afraid of all the stars burning out too fast (talk about heartburn,,,,,,, hah)
maybe one day we'll all go to space together
what do diamonds shine like on the surface of the moon?
11 pm, watching the cars go by
ive never been a fan of light pink until i realized it felt like home
love feels like pastel colors, like the comforting presence of the moon in the night sky, the calm quietness of underwater
is it possible to die from cheesiness?
im worried i might start throwing up glitter (even though that would look pretty cool)
everything feels lighter and softer than usual
it almost feels as if im surrounded by bubbles
youre like crystals, beautiful and perfect no matter what shape or form
and im floating on air
im going to cry? but in a good way
everything feels like pastel colors and sparkles and so much sugary-sweetness its almost TOO much but not quite
filed under: "Love Aesthetic (tm)"
im going to literally scream and explode into rainbow confetti
im so gay
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
A Shoelace Knot (An English Assignment)
A shoelace dangles between my fingers.
It is my gift to you this Valentine.
It's a bit muddy, stinks of sock
and is coloured a fading blue
The aglets still remain, but are worn with use,
something like my feelings for you.
I know you love cheesiness and chocolate,
But accept it, my love, for it belongs to the shoe,
that led me to where you stood.
Tie it around your wrist,
so that I'll stay around you, in your mind,
around your beating pulse,
lest you forget
all the journeys we undertook.
Look.
The string is tearing at places,
but we'll just tie a knot again.
We'll be inseparable and true.
I fall with your fall, and you match your footsteps to mine,
because like the tied shoelace,
our lives are tangled and knotted.
Accept my gift, an old shoelace
and tie us together
Tight.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
Lately, I’ve been feeling a little light headed. No, I’m okay. I don’t have a condition or anything. I just feel like my world is slowly collapsing. Every time I try to fix things and somehow getting good, the universe will do a huge clap back and smack me in the face.
Lately, I’ve been feeling a little useless. Just when I thought I’m doing an excellent job at work, it came to a point that they have to let me go because of personal issues and choices. “You’re good but...” There’s always a but. But should be my middle name in other lifetime. It suits me well.
Lately, I’ve been feeling very insecure. My girlfriend loves me, I know that. But sometimes I feel like she can’t express so much of a feeling like how she used to express it to her ex-girlfriend. When we started dating, I stalked my girlfriend for fun and I saw posts and letters and all that kind of crap how she loves her and how every single second is important when talking to her. She even right the call details in a ******* notebook with all the hearts and smileys and all cheesiness. Me, on the other hand, being mad at for being demanding for asking more phone calls. (she’s working milessss away, btw).
Lately, I’ve been feeling a little betrayed. My mother, who is supposed to keep me safe and warm based on the world’s rule, messed with my life. She placed me in a very difficult position and now people are hunting me away. My cousins, who are my very best friends as well, turned their backs on me because of what my mother did. They even back stab me during dinners that I’m not around. Referring to me as “she’s like her mom”
Lately, I’ve been feeling… Lost. I have nobody to turn to. I have nothing to do. I always tell myself to “Focus on what I can control. But now… I don’t have control about anything anymore.
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 9:19 PM UTC
It's not when we met
because nothing comes to mind.
It's not all the times you made me laugh
you, me, us, we, rolling around on the warm beach sand
because nothing comes to mind.... right?
The faint kisses on cheeks and whispers
of sweet cheesiness...
nothing. comes. to. mind.
What I do remember is the present, not the past.
It's the way we pass each other
without saying a word,
memories locked away, greetings and questions
kept in an air-tight chest.
I've gotten a taste of my own medicine,
you could say perhaps.
A heartbreaker with a brokenheart.
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 6:22 AM UTC
You have had your heart broken more than once,
Just as you have had fallen in love more than once...
And even when it's very likely that the cycle will repeat itself
Sometime in the future,
Remember that what can break a heart can fix it
And what goes through a painful ending can go back
To a beautiful beginning.
And whether you've given up on love
Learned to re-define love in a less dramatic way
Or looked at relationships in a more realistic way,
Debunked Maslow's hierarchy of needs by putting love at the tip of the triangle;
And when you watch those soppy movies you pretend to just laugh at how the cheesiness can never work in the real world!
The truth is that, there is always....always
A soft side of you willing to unleash itself,
To take the leap of faith.
To love boldly.
When and if only true love gives you that moment.
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 5:48 AM UTC
Alive
with a white fire
with the angel's sword
with cliches
and cheesiness
you're running through silicon valley
with your wide blue eyes tearing people to pieces
and putting them back together
drink them like your ocean
You acrobat, Death's jaw has dropped to the floor
soon in your millionaire car
and your diamond fingers on the wheel
you can take on the emptiness of this all
and make it shine
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 7:55 AM UTC
As infrequent as a night alone.
As subtle as a touch on the shoulder.
Love stands above all else as the goal of our lives.
To Love...
I know... that's cheese.
Yet, that seems like a consequential goal of life too.
Doesn't it?
We spend our lives in pursuit of love, and what do we come up with?
A boat load of cheese.
Not that cheese is a particularly bad thing,
Sure sometimes its smelly, or doesn't taste very pleasant,
Its funny how those cheeses are usually the ones most sought after,
Still, everyone has their preference as to which cheese was the best.
The most well-made, the tastiest.
No two cheeses are ever the same.
As is with love.
Some people wish to gather as much cheese as they can, becoming collectors,
Others are allergic,
some are even Turophobic.
But in the end...
What really matters?
The cheesiness of a pizza?
Or the mere fact that you ate it?
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
I shouldn't be swallowing the sweet sizzling pop beverage,
Why am I biting into a sweet glazed donut goodness?
I must not smack and crunch on the chips that ruffle in the bag,
Just couldn’t resist the creamy, sugary, ice cream that was left in the bowl.
I shouldn’t be dipping my food into the hot cheesiness,
I need to stop whipping the cream on everything I eat.
Why do I chew voraciously with meaty greasy devil burgers?
I can’t stop digging my fork into the rich flaky cake.
The days go by and I keep pulling out potato salt thin fries out the container,
Every day I grab a strip or two of thin, crunchy, meaty flavored bacon illness.
I need to reject the bad double cookies that fill my mouth,
Stop reaching for those greasy hard-shell tortilla tacos.
Need to resist the temptation of powder crisp doughy funnel cakes,
Stop licking my lips every time I savor a chewy sweet caramel chocolate bar.
Why can’t I stop grabbing handfuls of tiny fruity demon skittles?
I must back away from the calories, the gluten, the salt, the fat.
I need to stop eating junk.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
I want to take you away from your situation
and put you in my arms on the warm beach.
I wanna wake up to you taking photos of our flowers
and listen to you hum as I sweep the floors of our flower shop.
I want to make us dinner after being on the beach all day
and tell you how pretty you look with sea salted and messy hair.
I wanna watch you paint a picture of our cat and ferret
and make us tea and coffee because we both can’t sleep.
I want to take your hand as we dance in between flowerboxes
and gently lead you around our home as we laugh about the cheesiness of it.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
"It feels like swallowing nails for saying this-- but for you, I wanted all that cliche, Valentine's day cheesiness. On any other day, for any other person, I would puke my guts out and rather **** myself than be a girl with hearts for eyes and roses for sleeves. I never thought I'd want what other couples had that I scoffed at, condemned, ridiculed and spited because for the longest time i thought I was too good for all of that... until i met you. Right then, I realized that the only thing worse than shaming people for what they had was falsely glorifying my own loneliness as something grand was that there was nothing worse than loving without being loved back."
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
When I licked on my fingertips, I could taste the saltiness and the cheese of the popcorn I had just ate,
The saltiness and the cheesiness made me very thirsty,
Water was the only beverage that could quench my thirst.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 11:46 PM UTC
Dear cheese,
I love your cheesiness,
I love how you swag with your flavours.
I love how you can be dress in so many ways.
And I especially love how you melt when you touches my tongue.
Love,
Human
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
Life is too short to deal with all this misery and pain. Yet when I'm with you it all seems to fade away. My life seems more meaningful and in the end, seems to be worth it all. I feel alive and happy. Your voice, your smile, your happiness and joy. Just your everything; just you.
It's like I'm a drug addict, yet I'm not addicted to drugs.
I'm addicted to you. Your Cheesiness and everything about you.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
The physical symptoms are unmistakable. The tightening of the chest. The quickness of breath. The mental longing that doesn’t go away, that doesn’t falter or get distracted. This is what love is at the very surface, but man is it hard to control. It’s as if everything else in the universe suddenly took a plunge in stock value and the only thing worth investing any amount of time in was that person. I don’t know who it might be for you. For me, it’s a girl. For me, it’s someone I’d like to spend the rest of my days with, the rest of time with if possible. It is someone I would die for, and more importantly, someone I would live for.
Sue me. Martyr me for the cheesiness I’m spewing. That doesn’t matter. Literally nothing else does. It means something, it means I’m human. Above the hopeless expanse of responsibilities and tasks exists still a space in my soul for someone else. Well, to lose that is to be human, too, I guess.
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC