PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

th goosbumps spread from my fingertips up my arms creep across my chest and shoot down my spine.

those same sorry,cliche,used words seep into my brain to finish this piece.

"your face in my mind; your heartbeat in my ears"

blah.blah.blah.

so many more overused phrase coould pour from my brain through my nerves to this pencil.

but i digress.

i've come to accept that im'm just and old cliche of myself.

i've come to accept that until you're out of my system, rinsed from my blood stream, exsponged from my mind, every piece will sound, feel, hurt the same.

but the wordsflow freely through every fiber of my being and come over me as if knocking me over with the intensity of every emotion.

but i digress.

i'm just another face you have sampled and moved on.

just another fool you've grown to love; and let go.

tring to avoid the inevitable torturous acts that provoke these feelings to surface.

put up walls to every incoming party trying to get in.never letting guard down to open up to new love, new hope, new oppurtunity.

& wth that line, i sink back into the unavoidable cliched lins that are my life.

attempting to create this piece from the remnants of others.

spoken word comes from the soul, from the hurt you've embraced reluctantly.

my purpose, any 'artist's' purpose, is to enshroud you with a plethora of thoughts forcing self-examination and realization and questions.

"why do we love; what is the point of all this hurt; is any of it really worth it?"

& so may more overused phrases could pour from my brain through my nerves and to this pencil.

but i digress.

every piece, every song, every tear, will be filled with memories of you.

to avoid the expedted,inevitable,unavoidable cliche of words...

im not wasting the lead,ink or thought process on you anymore.