Poems by Curing the Comon Cliche

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  • To the sleepless
    The loveless...

  • I often confuse being tired
    With being too depressed to move...

  • Into the darkness
    How subdued we all feel now...

  • Look at this mess I've made
    It's written all across my face...

  • Slow down world
    You moved to fast...

  • I think of things in viscous ways
    I count seconds when I live in days...

  • The smoke slips by my lips
    Taste the embers on my tongue...

  • Float (1)

    Hand floating on air out the window
    The tree's and the world fly by...

  • It's sad at the end of the day
    When every things wrong...

  • Abab (1)

    Look how far we've come
    Look how far we've left to go...

  • We'll sit on on a wooden bench
    Under a big old evergreen...

  • Evergreen falls in the forest
    No, it won't make a sound...