"overacting" poems
The Performance
The curtain rises,
Swishing its many disguises,
Every face ever worn
Ever since you were born.
When audience's show
They sit down, stand up and go,
In and out of your life
Like your mother and wife.
The music is strange
Like your costume change,
One minute a rhapsody,
The next a parody.
I wish I could pretend
The dream could never end
But the boards you tread
Are only in my head.
A little more make-up perhaps
To hide the missed lines and gaps,
Such swagger and finesse
In your childhood sequined dress.
To whom are you playing?
The crowds that are beying?
Ignore them, my dear,
Dying is only a fear.
Critics can be cruel
To such a pretentious fool,
I can't always be my best
When sincere and undressed.
They'll never know
That you've fallen or how low,
Just be what you want to be
Because I know you are me.
The curtains shut,
The audience tut tut...
"Overacting!" they shout
As we try to get out,
But hey! I'll dream some more,
Life or death for the encore?
Artists don't have to conform,
But please heart......just perform.
© RJVHorton 2015
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC
Watching black and white flicks
From nineteen thirty four
With overacting stars and
Rinky-tinky scores;
Heroines with painted lips
To make them twice their size
And everyone with black liner
Smeared around their eyes.
Those were the big old movies
After school in the afternoon.
There were even snappy teasers
That told us ‘coming soon”
But television was free to us
And movie shows expensive
So, my backlog memories became
Inclusive and extensive.
I still can name most of the stars
And even say the name of the flick
And name some supporting actors
And I can do it super quick.
Because that was the entertainment
In a family with no movie budget.
If a movie came on I hadn't seen,
You can be sure I would watch it.
Later TV went to color shows
And it truly made my life great.
I’d see a favorite was coming on
Like Wizard of Oz, I couldn’t wait
To see it in color! Well, at least
Once Judy and the house landed.
It was enchantment for sure
No matter how heavy handed.
But for a decade or more, I watched
And was perfectly content to see
And not have a clue about their hair
Or color that their eyes might be.
For happy in a black and white world
Pleased the young, unspoiled me.
After all, those fabulous stars
Were there for greedy young me!
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
Khat can we talk?
About what? Wait let me guess, about us? Me and her?
No, about us,
Us? I said I love you, then you logged out. So, I decided to delete it baka lang kasi mag log in ka ulit :) the next day you said you had an internet issue. What do think, I'll buy that? no your kidding me,
No hi and hello after that.
Why cant you be just as honest as I want you to be. Why everything seems so complicated. Tell it to me, why?
I checked your skype, you had 2 more account for what?
Is me being an overacting actress once more?
Or is it you who falling out of love once more?
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
It’s nights like this, that I wonder where you are.
What city are you in?
How are you?
Are you ok?
Are you cold?
Are you tired of the view out of your window?
Did you sleep well?
Have you eaten today?
Did you drink enough water?
Did you cry today?
Your image has permeated itself into a part of my brain that can’t seem to collect dust. Because I open that image everyday and rehash the same pain all over again.
Why do I do this to myself?
I count the stars in the sky in hopes that it confuses my overacting brain to think about something else. When all I want do is spend my last paycheck and fly to wherever you are and hold you.
I try to shut the voice in my head up, but even that voice, misses you too.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
First then the second,
let gather for my recompense.
I didn't hear myself,
I didn't make sense.
Hours, days and years.
I cry because of pain of my fears.
My friends make me alive
but I'll die because of the
internal pain that I was
next in line for.
I wanted this to be a one time thing,
it keeps coming back to say hello.
Please, go away.
You take my time away,
you make me feel guilt,
I replenish for the next welt.
Just to cry again for overthinking.
Am I overacting because I'm crashing?
Love is a blessing but it'll smite my knees
and I'll fall again to get back up to
start all over again.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
beside you, behind you,
why can't you see,
im right in front of you.
lost in the eyes,
lost in my heart,
but you never seem,
to give a ****
am i overacting?
am i fretting?
because sometimes,
i just want to find,
a little part of me,
a little part of me that cares for me.
i might be selfish of me,
but why am i always,
finding someone to love me?
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC
ughH i hate
hatE feeling lonely
its like everything inside me is being
suuuuuuuuuuucked out.
and on top of that
my motivation has g o n e
d
o
w
n
the drain
so even normal tasks are a struggle :(
theselfpity
is at an allll time low
just seing others happy with their friends or just being active makes me feel jealous
i just want someone to embrace me and tell me ethery things okay
and i know im overacting but i cant help it;;;
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 5:06 AM UTC