There are several allusions to the great [Cliché] in this poem.
Her(s).
She wears pink.
Splattered with black ink.
I wear black.
It is pink which attacks.
Pondering, wandering by the sea.
A quotation swims free:
“Happiness is not a fish.”
Nor is it a fine dish.
A dentist jumps off a bridge.
He already paid his mortgage.
Time to roll up the sleeves,
Happiness is not green leaves.
I’ve become so neutral.
I need PayPal.
To purchase uniqueness.
To destroy meekness.
To contrast is to exist.
To normalize is to desist.
The pills aren’t working today.
I threw them all away.
It is not the month of may.
I am forced a moment to stay.
Breathing has a fee.
Breathing has a fee.
It’s almost time to go.
The tide is too slow.
Julie and me sitting by the sea.
We drowned Hamlet, it is to be.
I like 7up
and I'm 5"3
now..do you want to know me?
damnable lists.
Wanna be cool? Slit your wrists and put coal in your eyes.
My name is Carrie.
I put the C in Cynical.
When I tell people how to spell my name, I usually refer to the horror movie "Carrie".
I have a weakness for boys with british accents.
He stood there looking at his reflection. He pondered about himself. He knew he acted like an asshole..but there was maybe that one spark of goodness in him. Then he thought harder and deeply. Maybe deep down he was a nice guy.
What a joke, he was just an asshole.
Everytime I browse through peoples houses, I feel the insufferable urge to say 'foolish mortals' over and over.
Hmm.
That ain't healthy.