#overflowing
the body has a limit
no one tells you where
sadness fills it anyway—
lungs, throat, behind the eyes
like water rising in a locked room
until something breaks
and it comes out
not pretty, not poetic—
just salt and shaking
just proof we couldn’t hold it
we don’t cry because we’re fragile
we cry
because we are
overflowing
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 9:23 PM UTC
For the longest time
All I could do was sulk
I mired myself in memories
Surrounded myself with sorrow
I dwelt on each detail
Poured over every particle of pain
Absence seemed to stretch to the stars
Vast as the vacuum of the void
I felt that my life was as lonely
Feared that my heart was as hollow
At some point, something shifted
Persistent entropy became perpetual energy
I started learning to lean into the light
Instead of seeking out the shadows
Memory, sorrow, pain, and longing revealed
Not just as modes of mourning
But as aspects of affection
And I realized that the space between us
Was not empty, but overflowing
With love
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 2:43 PM UTC
You touched me
You filled me
You stretched me
You go so deep when you read me
Even deeper when you hurt me
Deeper still when you want me
My body reminisces on the warmth of you
My hands memorized the feel of you
My mind is so full of you
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 7:58 AM UTC
*a quicksands ******* a trap for sure,
but the cozy warmth of the feeling,
is muy attractive, and the first step
is a ****** sweet curlicue slide into
oblivion
the more you sink, the sweeter the meat,
but when you can’t breathe no more,
and the lungs burst, neath the sea of
reeee~greeted re|greet, and the pinpoint
***** of light bidding you adieu with
a wink, is thinking out aloud
“ah those human fools, they drown themselves
so willingly…”*
May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 1:49 PM UTC
Some is too little,
And more is never enough.
Your chalice spill, an overflowing cup,
You would still moan
For a top up
Jun 26, 2023
Jun 26, 2023 at 6:47 AM UTC
In pain I labour and toil
for such is the lot of Man
The Helper comforts
not to take the pain away
but overflowing Spirit
revealing the ends
uplifting the Soul
into mysterious realms
of Truth, and Beauty,
and hidden things
Mar 21, 2022
Mar 21, 2022 at 9:54 AM UTC
As you sit to look at your calendar,
Something once overflowing,
Is now becoming more and more
Tauntingly blank.
In a place between the end of something
And the start of the next thing
Stuck in what feels like a hiatus
As you sit to look at your calendar,
Something once overflowing,
Is now becoming more and more
Tauntingly blank.
In a place between the end of something
And the start of the next thing
Stuck in what feels like a hiatus
Bit by bit,
Your calendar starts to fill again
This time it fills with things for you
You and only you
Your calendar,
It has more white than before
But now the white looks like snow
Instead of the ice from before.
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 8:07 AM UTC
My cup
is far from half empty
Overflowing with dicsipline and self love
in her highest form
To choose self love and self respect
over forgivness in shallow hopes.
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 10:52 AM UTC
A prelight; relight.
Reviving glow breaks the line!
Overflow of Light.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 3:28 PM UTC
The overflowing sadness,
that courses through thy vein.
Thy heavy mask,
that thou places upon thy face,
for thous never-ending show.
But thou always ask is it worth it?
for is it really worth it?.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
Outside life is in its green glory
springs and explodes with gusto.
Trees and plants shout with joy
irrepressible energy pulls me forward
leaps ahead from my dust and darkness
and takes me into sky from my fright
transforms my darkness into light
I thank you life for appearing in my night.
It is in this mixture of shadows and sun
that you appear most awesome overflowing
running over the fearful edge of my soul.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 10:39 AM UTC
Darkness flows through life
Loved the sun and moon for light
Hug the night sky tight
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 8:48 AM UTC
They say our body is compiled of 60% water, and everyone runs around preaching self care but my glass is metaphorically full but physically empty.
I can’t stomach another drink and I’m starting to to feel like I’m drowning.
I’m overflowing from the inside out.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC
My heart is made of delicate glass
Understand that it breaks easily
The tiniest obstacles in my path
Freeze my heartbeat temporarily
Other times it feels as if
It has not yet pumped blood at all
Like red waves building up dammed in
Cannot push through my scarred heart's wall
Sometimes it is so full it bursts
Overflowing love right out of my chest
But that bliss also means when it bleeds it hurts
Great joy comes with proportionate unhappiness
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC
shadows and silhouettes
dancing on the ceiling.
blinding blue lights
circle the bathroom mirrors
stained with purple lipstick.
silent vibrations from your phone
blocked by the shower’s storm
and overflowing sink water.
spilled lotion bottles
and untouched lemon wicks.
wadded tissues
colored in colorless tears
drowning in puddles
of the bathroom tiles.
girls’ giggles in the room next,
moaning through the right wall,
and sad chocolate eyes
abandoned behind the shower curtains.
wet hair, wet mascara, wet sobs;
your sad chocolate eyes
trapped in a nightmare.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
I’m floating,
Just adrift in feeling,
Not fully one thing or another.
Except when I’m with you.
I get filled up with brightness,
So much, it overflows.
Spills out of me,
And tries to fill the room.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
To be in the eyes of others,
your name on their tongue
you can not control whether
poison or honey drips from their tongue.
Some marker your skin with their opinions,
and dissect the capillaries of your life.
Examining the intricacy,
scrutinizing and doubting
the flesh you wear,
the work you do,
the person you are.
Some compliment,
support
and believe
making you feel full;
a whole
and leave you overflowing with love.
It is ironic
how some see the same parts of you
as light
whereas others see it as dark.
The best parts of you
as the worst
and your strength
as the lack of you.
So dear one,
don't let their perceptions
poison your intention.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 5:39 AM UTC
a small cup’s inside a vat
drip by drip
I”ve been working
on filling up
that cup
when it is full
and overflows
then I am done
for then the vat and I
are one.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
I’m genuinely open-palmed to rain… and that skin of yours falling unto... my whole topography… gently sifting… summer showers from… salacious cumulus seduction… I wonder why there’s no escaping bliss… that indescribably sweet torture of… how good it feels to pull apart those ribs… and rip the last remaining strands of victimization... under the influence of sentient ambrosia… and the rivers break out galloping… splashing pirouettes on river banks… caressing, kissing, caressing, kissing… tenderness and passion… drowning hands tightly clenched, screaming madly… “I want you”…
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
I'm
Spilling
Out
Up and
Over
My
Head
My
Heart
Overflowing
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
Sometimes
I feel a well
dug deep
into my heart
I try to stop it
but it quickly
becomes ocean
and overflows
into great tsunami
rises over all the levees
rushes past dams
breaks down tall
city structures,
edifices crumbling
in its path
all the squid and octopi
skitting forth
in wild pulses,
tentacles entangled
in doorways and rooves
slipping through narrow
window-openings
as they pour ink
in clouds,
shifting shapes
in cephalopod excitement
while blue whales
and humpbacks
breach over bridges,
phosphorescent jellies
light up
the dark streets of
my arteries
electric eels illuminate
the alleyways of
desolation's thick syrup
and I cannot stop it even
if I wanted to,
these darkened,
swirling waves
I am both floating and flying
like a jumping manta ray
curling around the ferries
bobbing in seahorse iridescence
weaving between buses
as if they were corals
And when the storm subsides,
colorful rockpools form,
rich in diversity
It is there,
in between the
multicolored ***** and
succulent shellfish,
in a mermaid's
voluptuous smile
and turquoise eye
that I see you,
so crystal clear
I could reach out
and bring you to me,
holding you tight
until the
gentle break
of
morning
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
I'm a little too
Excitable
Or at least
That's what I'm told
Too positive
With my glass half full
Too happy, too many
Smiles, I know
I'm too naive
Too blind, unaware
To know what
Life's about
I'm too busy
Floating on air
To remember
The pain of the ground
You think I don't know
The pressure and strain
Of the final string
Of a splitting rope?
I've ripped, I've snapped
I have no less pain
But one thing I do have
Is hope
Well my glass isn't half full
Its overflowing
My rose colored glasses
Don't leave my eyes
I am not too much
Of anything
Except too good
At finding where hope hides
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC