An Army of Cliches

[*electrica*]

Boredom courses with each flood
It forces me to paper with
An army of cliches
Your absence makes my heart grow distant

Well that fall broke my boundaries
But the wall, the knife, the matches
Built them back higher
Absence turns my heart to jade

I didn't demand to be your gravity
Never bronzed you with my glow
Welcome to the ice age
Pallor makes my heart grow cold

My violence hurt your sensibilities?
Well your silence hurts my ears
It doesn't heal this blister
Absence makes my heart forget

[fulmah]

I really enjoyed this one *electrica*; first off, it's a very catchy title, and I liked the way you worked the cliches into the overall structure. the flow here was beautifully maintained, your wordplay was great, and a good ending finished this one off; thanks for sharing this :)

Well that fall broke my boundaries
But the wall, the knife, the matches
Built them back higher
Absence turns my heart to jade
I loved this stanza!

[*electrica*]

I don't know what to say. Thank you for always saying such nice things to me, I guess.

[Razor Face]

ouch.....felt that one.
Was expecting a rant on bad writing and instead got a very honest, personal, direct expression of bitterness. A very good write. Thanks for posting.

[*electrica*]

It does come off as bitter, but it's actually just what the first line says; boredom. I was honestly just bored and kind of forgetting all about my boyfriend because he wouldn't talk to me for a week lol. But thank you. I really do appreciate all the kind words.