Long Cliched Poems

The problem I have with religions is that they forget themselves. All of the great religions start out from a MYSTERY. Something or someone happens that is unique, remarkable, almost incomprehensible in terms of everyday...

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They told you and promised your breath will expire
Your soul will go missing like the crackling fire.
They told you -- they advised -- to accept it and live
Use up the time that your creator did...

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True love for a nerd (specifically a logophile)

True love for a nerd, specifically a logophile... is him not interrupting you while you read, just watching your face, and you, who could read through 7th period...

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Wake up a little earlier; another troubled night
But the remnants of pre-birthday make-up still do their job remarkably
Smile for the camera; these pictures are keepers, so realistically modelled for
Thank yous for unthoughtful offerings; why hurt...

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Do forgive me, it has been a while,
And perhaps far too long, since I've been here last,
With you or with such burdensome weight. 
 
Hands clasped between my thighs, awkwardly sitting,
And I swear and I could hear...

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She stumbles over wish-less objections,
     frozen times, out of rotation
silent quotations of words never said.

Rightful wrongdoings/cotton candy-flavored lies
 hide beneath black hazed shadows.

Still stanzas whisper secret
   hopes/misgivings/dreams/realities
bleed crescent scars...

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I love them, truly love them and surely always will 
They come for me in hope when sleep eludes my night 
They dance about my mind in early morning chill 
And fill my world with...

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it's not enough Guinevere,
or should i call you Morgana?
unless you, too, see me
like a novelty act, with your shiny wizard.



you're always against everything anyway.
the cliched apples,
the nudes i draw,
the fig leaves your nerves cover them...

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Color is a unique sensation/,

Color doesn't sense. 

Senseless color is. 

Is color one way or the other? 

Color may not be what it is. 

It may not be what color is—either. 

Expressively cliched, color isn't always black and white. 

Why devil...

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Describe 'love' in 100 words
or less;
it's not a daunting task,
it's quite easy;
go on,
put yourself to the test

Some scientists digress,
saying that describing it is
impossible
like a human breathing water

I have swam the Mediterranean,
and navigated by way of...

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Its creation’s simplicity still stands as a difficult puzzle
head is twisted backwards while in a forward motion
still looking behind at the chronicles of some centuries ago
long before the infiltration of Christian missionaries and Arab traders
is...

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My love is what love is to me!

Placing his hand on the small of my back,
wishing me through the door first,
no, that is not what love means to me!

Buying me flowers or writing me a...

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"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; " 
                         ...

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Unflinchingly, you sit in slumbered pose
as breath is amber bathed in bright moonlight 
with rhythmic pulse in time's perspective held,

when fragile candles caress tawny skin, 
you watch the honeyed flame shimmer air. 
This morphs in...

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You’re gone, well that’s okay
But where do I place my longing of habits that intertwined with yours and your belongings
My dependency for you drags 
Sweating, suffocating
I wish you’d stayed, but really it was a blessing...

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13/8/2009

Momma collect yourself
I cannot lead the way
Why,
what for?
I wasn't even there...
While I knew you
petrified became my part
The anger,
all hope and faith
began to dash away

Momma,
its you
My prequel to cliched tragedy
A vessel I'd cling to
gone now deserted;
crashing...

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My eyes were sorely struck when once they perceived
verity in your insightful words. Oh, how they grieved
when you chose to kneel low enough to kiss the ring
of a cunning being, whose unmerited praises you sing

My...

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One taste, and I'm in purgatory
Neither here nor there, not in Heaven nor Hell,
A cliched, overused allegory,
A taste of poison to make me be well

One taste, and all my thoughts are dead
Resting, peaceful, buried deeply,
Forbidden...

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We laugh and cry. We smile and have fun
But even when that is all said and done 
In our hearts still lie the sadness and woes
I guess our brains are too slow to know

No amount...

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Let me not be so distracted by the nay-sayers
For whom everything seems to be doomed,
With those who rely on holier-than-thou prayers
Help me not to allow myself to be consumed.
May I find myself giving out optimistic...

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claiming to have the poets eye,
that when upon looking at the world,
your vision goes beyond the sky.
to see the formation of clouds,
the birds singing,
the insects disappearing.
sorry, sweetheart, thats no poetry of mine.
i see the loneliness,
the...

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The empty canes of raspberries hang low

Red maple leaves are mashed up in the mud

Nature seems to hover by death’s door

Animals and humans drained as whores

No feeling ,no green sap,no flowing blood

The crackling canes of...

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The empty canes of raspberries  hang low
Red maple leaves are mashed up in the mud
 Nature  seems to  hover by death’s door 

Animals and humans drained as whores
No feeling ,no  green...

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The relationship I was standing 
on
was
beautiful like daffidols that filled meadows,
and I was kissed with a dozen roses 
painted with love.
But being wrong was what 
you pushed in my vocabulary.
The second she walked in
you threw...

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To appease the post of profoundness

you break away to progress

Through mindless battles of ego and treacherous confiding like chemo

Creating your reality and fakeness----You have turned around and taken this

Frozen heart, none the less, and given...

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