#overflow
My child
Don't let poison fill your cup
Rather fill it with joy
And much love
For what your cup is filled
Your cup will overflow with
Mar 20, 2024
Mar 20, 2024 at 9:01 AM UTC
Something in the atmosphere
I can smell it
I lie to everyone
“I’m doing well”
We talk about the weather.
Desperate efforts are made
To keep strong the dam.
To stay calm, to
Keep the river from overflowing.
It is, anyway, overflowing.
I will flood the space around me
You will all drown as I drown.
Mar 24, 2022
Mar 24, 2022 at 6:11 PM UTC
ive been going out every weekend
i dont know if its bad or good
i don’t know if im sad or masking
I dont know if i am replacing habits with other bad habits
maybe im the bad habit
the liable rabbit that fell down the rabbit hole
i always seem to overflow
producing tears by the bucket load
i didnt mean to unload too much
unfold too much, save that for drunken spring brunch
grateful for my team, i know that much
but its hard to me to show my real love
but i live and i learn, i larbour and earn
i wait for my turn, the tables always seem to turn
take a left, trust i’m right, work the day, come alive at night
Mar 21, 2022
Mar 21, 2022 at 9:49 AM UTC
The emotions I carry are too big for my vessel.
Twisting, no entwining with my veins.
Like vines engulfing trees they’re
Slowly choking me.
Mar 7, 2024
Mar 7, 2024 at 12:27 PM UTC
i think we should
be allowed to cry
in coffeeshops
or any other place
when, even in public,
we are so overcome
with f e e l i n g
that it spills over
maybe into our
nighttime coffee
anywhere
we finally feel
quiet, calm, safety
wash over us
briefly,
for no good reason
what's the use in
sitting there, alone
working, reading
drinking things with
stupid names and pretending
we have it all together
i think we should
celebrate overflowing
which is how i've always
really felt about
crying, anyway
it's all so much
just to exist in a world
with everything to experience
in so little time
and it's really
no wonder our delicate
little vessels
can't handle it
all without some
overflow
what's the point
in doing it all and never
letting yourself be full of it
so full that it
spills, runs, drips
from your insides
because there's simply
not enough room for
you to hold it all
i want it all
even if it stings
even when it
really, really, hurts
like deep down in
my bones hurts
and i want the rest
especially when it
feels like my chest
will explode if i
even think of inhaling
another bit of life
i want to cry because
everything hurts so much
even the best parts
i think we should just
let each other be open,
maybe a little too open
what does that
even mean anyway?
i think we should
be allowed to cry
in coffeeshops.
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC
O’ Flowing Stream, smooth and calm,
How gentle are your waves
Oh, how refreshing is your taste;
Like crystal glass, your gaze
I came a long and weary way –
Walked through the deserts dry
And in the moment that my eye
Beheld your view I cried
---
I cried because my eyes then traced
Your course up to the Spring –
The Source beyond the mountain top,
Where blessings flow and bring
I saw a bright and lovely sight:
A plan in the Grand Scheme
Providence…it brought me here,
To drink – to sing – to dream
---
O’ Stream, now that I’m here with you,
I’m here with you to stay
I’ll make my home and plant a tree
Beside your waters way
I’ll watch it close and give it all
I can to help it grow
And trust the Source to ever-pour
That you may overflow
.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 8:41 AM UTC
Bullock's orioles, namer cred, for which
I spare no intentional attention
to find the namer's bio, or even spend much time
wondering why men with names like
Bullock need the degree of fame,
there must be a spectrum, of fame, or worth,
a curve on an xy flatness depicting data points
of value, this to that,
high from low, long or short
here nor there, today the birds are being curioser
and kurio-ish, as if
playing a role in my reality, this one
with you
as dear reader the life force pulling lines from
-- Marcus Aurelius and C. G. Jung (in his waning days)
-- influencive words from men at leisure
-- to constitute a self
-- aware of you, dear reader, without you, no word
believes itself, per se,
beautiful for no intended reason. Ask that yellow fellow,
sipping sugar water,
why are you so beautiful. He takes no pride in saying,
I am a Bullock's Oriole.
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
Like every *** has a limit
So does every existing heart
As to the weight of emotions
It can carelessly contain.
So let not the *** overflow
Or the heart over bloats.
Do often share sums of it
With the hearts that lack it
Or you’ll fail to handle
The hurdles God throws.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 12:50 PM UTC
Anticipation
To see you
Excitement
Overflows
My heart
It swells
At the thought of you
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
I've been scolded for using the word 'love' too often
throwing it away, as if it had to be secured for romantic encounters or within a length of time
like it might become tired or meaningless
but what if I am so full of love I can't help but overflow with it?
what if I've known platonic love, tender love, fervent love?
so I'll say 'I love you', only when I mean it
and I hope my abundance of it never runs dry
I hope it flows out of me effortlessly, because there will never be such thing as loving too much
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 12:25 AM UTC
Crying
Pain
Loneliness
Hate
The dam
Keeping thoughts at bay
Cracks and overflows
Please save me
Before I drown
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
During the night
Thoughts overflowed
Of you and I
I can't sleep
With a love further
Than the sky
If only you were with me
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
They drop like flies I tell ya-
can't contain the pressure,
eruptions fused by anger;
frustration...
but rather than seek an explanation,
the assumptions over take them-
everybody suffers now. . .
what an awkward situation ?
to partake in such petty things . .
is to deny the soul and its awakenings . .
a waste of time and energy I tell ya-
and there's nothing worse
than feelings hurt, ignorance, and
being a ****
so have patience, be kind,
remain strong, and put the past behind,
always move forward, and seek truth
for there are many possibilities within our youth
to learn from, and be living proof
that this too shall pass
There's so much more to life than broken hearts
and senseless strife...
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC
i call out to you
echo chamber
you call my phone
instant answer
give me a chance
my hand on your arm
a fire inside
my head in your hand
heal me from the inside
give you a chance
what does it mean to be
me? with you as you are.
can you fill this hole?
overflow me
your concept
permeates
into me
become liquid
sticky sweet
can you hear it?
replay it three times
love sounds because I love you
but we knew that already
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
it's like all the pain
and numbness
in you,
echos through me,
and I absorb all that,
until my heart
can't take it anymore
then I overflow
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC
Have you ever seen the white in the snow?
Quiet nights above Buller when the sky is aglow.
Wild thoughts of thunder in a world so clear;
You sit back and wonder what am I doing here?
Perhaps you’ll never know.
Hush dearest mind of mine,
Enjoy this land, divine.
Eucalyptus limbs eclipse you.
Don’t let her lips-ellipsis kiss you.
You’ll learn the truth in time.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
Sitting on the floor.
In the cold and dusty corridoor.
My ears placed on the floor.
The waters carried memories.
The wet mossy floor carried the memories of those who lived here before.
It's careful hands hugged those little lights tight.
The moonlight shone with silver light.
The promises of tomorrow held in his hands.
As the savior slowly lands.
Taking back the land.
Sitting on the floor.
On the once ***** corridoor.
My ears placed on his chest.
His mercies afresh.
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
A faucet,
Dripping ever so slow,
But filling the bucket all the same.
While others may be smaller,
Filled with holes,
Or just warn out,
I watch as the dripping continues.
Although the bucket is new,
The warn out faucet is not.
Dripping away,
While everyone plays.
Pretending to be fine,
A fake smile across my face.
Nobody seems to notice,
The dripping stays the same.
A faucet,
Dripping ever so slow,
The bucket continues to hold true.
While life moves on,
It's hard to really say,
Was is the worn out faucet to blame?
Or should the fingers be pointed else-where.
Drip, Drip, Drip,
The faucet never stops,
Although it may be soft,
Not enough to drown a bee,
I buzzed in just in time for it to drown me.
Nobody ever noticed,
As the bucket became weary.
The faucet became stronger.
In the end it was hard to tell.
The bucket over flowed.
But the faucet never stopped.
Drip, Drip, Drip.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
I am a lake
I am full of turmoil and water
There is thick mud at the bottom
All kinds of things get stuck
There are bodies buried inside me
My chest is full of corpses
I ripple with every disturance
Surface tension broken by those who do not lightly tread
I tend to overflow I tend to spread the bog
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 7:46 PM UTC
I'm so full right now so very warm
Like a coffee cup overflowing with ideas
I cannot wait to be off this road
I cannot wait to be onward with this journey
To create again and to let my words flow
Outward and into the microphone
How I cannot help but overflow
When the questions stored up inside my mind
May be answered so I might finally know
That is why I actually wish to overflow
So that in time I might just know
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 12:14 AM UTC
teardrops are prone to overflow
like a sea that has come into a bowl
and to no one can speak of woe
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC