"overact" poems
questions/replies/answers/expected
to you: never a dull moment
to me: ive lived this before
im stuck in quick sand
but instead of sinking me
its ******* the life out of my head.
apologies/acceptance/forgiveness/regrets/revenge
always went in that way
like you had some sort of list
etched into your dna
and you are doomed to repeat that forever
(at least with me)
mature/not even/insults/sarcasm
you say i joke to much
yet are so insensitive to my problems
when i am always here
for you
gossip and lies
your tongue has no taste buds
so you yearn for those
you say i overact
but i am just bringing
this to your attention
you have two blind eyes
ears that distort things
and lips that don't stop moving.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
Never pretend all the girls as cat
There is a lion who roars when it is hurt
Don't think all girls are cute
We know how to react when you overact.
And not all girls love pink..
Because I love black.
Being silent doesn't means that she is shy
She is just waiting to tear you apart.
Girl is meant not to cook food and do laundry
She's same as you; a human
She's not a toy to PLAY with..
There is feelings inside her
One day she'll burst out like a volcano
Then you can't control; she'll
Destroy everything around her
So beware ; be careful think twice before you act
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 9:38 AM UTC
Timeworn visage juxtaposed
with youthful posture,
dark eyes signify
a soul gone far
from home,
and lost.
Despite your eyes’ placations
the world has cast you
off.
Your story is a sad one,
a missing puzzle piece ,
a sordid tale of grief:
Perhaps deceived by me
to find eternal meaning
in that infernal hell-path
winding
through my mind.
Away! Away!
Save grief for darker days.
Tonight sail towards the stars.
The ****** blanket
voices weave, it
covers, but fails to **** you.
Cast it off.
The moonlit path awaits.
The ground is black.
The air is white
and young.
Snowflakes overact
for your attention
one by one.
In a land of characters
whose empty voices sow
a blindfold of despair:
Instead converse with snowflakes,
falling for you, in the air.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
I overact in overalls
When overcast jump overboard
I overdo not overdose
I'm overdue and overdrawn
I overhaul my overhead
Throw overhand or overarm
I overthrow the oversee
And overwhelm those overseas
My overshoe's in overflow
An overnight in overcoat
Earned overtime then over-ruled
The over-ride they overlooked
Don't overstep over-the-counter
An oversight I've overcome
I over-run the over-rule
In overdrive I overpass
It's over now; Buy Pepto too
And you will get over the gas
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
Hello, Mister. God, or is it Miss, or Missus,
Don’t rush down to smother me with kisses.
Why listen to pleas and heartfelt prayers?
There must be something better elsewhere.
Somebody you can help that has better words.
The kind of holy roller crap we have always heard.
Maybe I can take a class and learn to speak
In Latin or Farsi or go get dunked in a creek.
Maybe I can buy black clothes and a collar
Or stand on a busy corner downtown and holler.
I’d even be willing to suffer in a golden palace
And only drink blessed wine from a silver chalice.
I’d gladly have a television show and do healing.
I’ll gladly lift my arms, overact looking at the ceiling.
I can practice celibacy and ignore my own crotch
I am sure I can. You just sit on a a cloud and watch.
I’m sure I can do laying on of hands quite well.
I can chant and sing and save people from hell.
I’m not too bad to look at and clean up good.
I’m perfectly ready to be a holy person if you would
Just cast your divine magic glance in my direction
And notice the piety and depth of my genuflection.
I have been told of the sparrow’s fall you see
That you’re to be revered on holidays regularly.
When babies die, and any pitiful sinless soul
We are told we are to accept it is part of your role
To take a life, or give disease as it’s all your plan.
That your love and your grace is greater than man
And therefore we must must not question you
And just accept all of the miracles that you do.
My hope is that, if I do it all perfectly some day
You’ll take our earthly pain and suffering away.
No, not mine. I’m being fairly lucky in my life.
I mean the pain of every husband and every wife
And every single person, of any age and station
And choice of worship, in every town and nation.
People at games and parties and battlefronts all
Keep praying for your help. Mr. God, get on the ball!
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
A tiny little piece of
poetry
to shake your evnin' hour -
♬
To send you just a little bit
of my outrageous brain
tonight.
I am afraid
I overact.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC