"hyperness" poems - Hello Poetry

I’m from wigs and hats and baseball cards From perseverance and working hard I am from “you can surely ace this test” From “things will always turn out for the best.” I’m from belief and passion and prayer From the constant feeling that God is there. I’m from a camp where everyone belongs From cheers, from sports, from campfire songs. I’m from the lake every summer in the sun, From gathering the family and just having fun. I’m from painting on doors and singing on stage From constantly working so hard to behave. I am from stories and poems and art I am from passion and power and heart. I am from hyperness and hysteria. I’m from Doctor Who and Nerdfighteria. I’m from often feeling that I’m not good enough But from pushing through when times are rough. Although sometimes I’m from pressure and loss We make it through, because my family is boss.

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Sep 3, 2012

Sep 3, 2012 at 1:18 AM UTC

cameron-godfrey

I am from...

I’m from wigs and hats and baseball cards From perseverance and working hard I am from “you can surely ace this test” From “things will always turn out for the best.” I’m from belief and passion and prayer From the constant feeling that God is there. I’m from a camp where everyone belongs From cheers, from sports, from campfire songs. I’m from the lake every summer in the sun, From gathering the family and just having fun. I’m from painting on doors and singing on stage From constantly working so hard to behave. I am from stories and poems and art I am from passion and power and heart. I am from hyperness and hysteria. I’m from Doctor Who and Nerdfighteria. I’m from often feeling that I’m not good enough But from pushing through when times are rough. Although sometimes I’m from pressure and loss We make it through, because my family is boss.

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The first time I saw you, you we were 18 years old and you were in jean shorts You said I had cool hair and we agreed to start a band. I thought you were so hyper and that we could never have a sustaining friendship. But life's funny like that You told me of your dad Your hyperness; My sombreness Our delicateness; Our humaness We are girls too big for this world And the thing is: we didn't start a band but as we go through life we'll always have each other's hands Because we're scared as hell And you might have forgotten all the things you used to love But I'll be there to remind you as we're growing up

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Jul 9, 2015

Jul 9, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC

littledeath

Jess

The first time I saw you, you we were 18 years old and you were in jean shorts You said I had cool hair and we agreed to start a band. I thought you were so hyper and that we could never have a sustaining friendship. But life's funny like that You told me of your dad Your hyperness; My sombreness Our delicateness; Our humaness We are girls too big for this world And the thing is: we didn't start a band but as we go through life we'll always have each other's hands Because we're scared as hell And you might have forgotten all the things you used to love But I'll be there to remind you as we're growing up

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Long tail fat pudge lanky body You chew on plants attack my hands bite through bags pounce on buttons killer **** Then you curl up on my lap lick my face purr then goodnight time for a nap Kabooki Your name is spelled "wrong" And your a trouble maker Though your hyperness entertains me Dont stop being you Your my Booki bear

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Nov 4, 2010

Nov 4, 2010 at 5:21 PM UTC

elizabeth-woelkers

Kabooki

Long tail fat pudge lanky body You chew on plants attack my hands bite through bags pounce on buttons killer **** Then you curl up on my lap lick my face purr then goodnight time for a nap Kabooki Your name is spelled "wrong" And your a trouble maker Though your hyperness entertains me Dont stop being you Your my Booki bear

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There's a point you pass, It's when you know that no matter how hard you try, You're not going to sleep. No matter how much you want to, You've passed that point, That point of no return. You're no longer tired or exhausted, You're just hyper. Then the hyperness turns into boredom and restlessness. As the hours drag on and on And you stay up later and later, You hit the emotional breakdown. You hit the point where everything Goes from hilariously funny To tragically sad. The final point comes When you everything that comes out of your mouth, Is unfiltered! Raw emotion, Words tumbling over each other, Not making sense. And then all of a sudden, You don't know how it happens, But out of nowhere, You're lying down somewhere, Waking up from 5 hours of sleep.

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Jun 13, 2014

Jun 13, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC

dev-a

Insomniac

There's a point you pass, It's when you know that no matter how hard you try, You're not going to sleep. No matter how much you want to, You've passed that point, That point of no return. You're no longer tired or exhausted, You're just hyper. Then the hyperness turns into boredom and restlessness. As the hours drag on and on And you stay up later and later, You hit the emotional breakdown. You hit the point where everything Goes from hilariously funny To tragically sad. The final point comes When you everything that comes out of your mouth, Is unfiltered! Raw emotion, Words tumbling over each other, Not making sense. And then all of a sudden, You don't know how it happens, But out of nowhere, You're lying down somewhere, Waking up from 5 hours of sleep.

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