Overacting poems on Hello Poetry

RJVHorton Jun 2015

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

Brent Kincaid Aug 2018

BEFORE THE COLOR

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!

#tv #stars #movies #colorful #entertainment #poetry #kincaid

Katryna Jun 2018

Untitled

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?

This post surprises me a lot, I never knew it was posted in public and I'm glad that you like it. Anyway, this is not a poem (I'm sorry) this is just a product of my imagination. An imaginary conversation between me and my greatest love.

Today is my 48 hrs deadmachine peg. I wish I could share everything through my notes details by details, inch by inch, moment by moment. But I can't, I just need time and more courage for this, Giving up is not my type, but this time I guess, I need to and Fate begging me to do the right thing. For heaven sake.

He teaches me how to love a person and he told me that "Love is more about giving than receiving" That's the time I realize, how much I love him, that's why I let him go, I let him be with the person who can give him a life that is worth living for and be with the person who makes him proud, ung tipong taas noo, winner, trophy ganun. I know, everybody knows I'm not that kind of person, maybe I am, but too much, not really, he was the only person who believes in me with the things that I can and I cannot do.

He also teaches me how to settle, according to him, don't settle for less. I guess this is the reason why he didn't choose me. He never believes in forever, not as much I do but look, he's getting married. No hard feelings,I am so so so so happy seeing him on his wedding day but of course, I'm not invited. I can't wait for their pictures posted on social media at least, that will be the last time will see his eyes smile. Soon, God will redirect my life into more meaningful and worth living LIFE. Thank you for your time reading this short letter of mine as well as my imaginary conversation.

Stewie Dec 2017

The Traveling Man

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.

Impulse

Simple Nov 2018

Moving on.

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.

#moving #on #depression

thehighermind Jul 2017

|-laze

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?

AmbientThought Jun 2017

Regulate Repetition

Unsettled understanding, perhaps paranoid
Oculars overacting, should vision be void?
Are thoughts toyed, or distracted destructively?
Slide this sinusoid to come back constructively.
Away it's easier to see.
When near you know no need.
Stay thine hand from Mead,
and mind from greed
As only fulfilled neuron fires repeat

Elli3 Dec 2020

idk,,, anymore?

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;;;

maybe i shouldn't use this site to vent heh

#jrkahdl #lol #dumb

Ryan Jul 2018

manifold

you remind me of

a shadow eternity. remember how we
sat in emergency. glass linoleum and plastic and surgery
rat in a cage escaping wordlessly. see: cat in a burglary
house of mirror manifold she matches me perfectly
satin curtain collective passé theatrical major
playing savior, overacting both as master and maker
your odds are infinitesimal die cast into favor
Snake eyes roll like my saliva gave the apple its flavor
our catch-you-later never manifested, painfully true
Graceland cemetery afternoon parading our youth
Zombie on repeat red cups of ***** and juice
stepping stones like dead roses on anonymous tombs
stop me if i'm stopping too soon. lost in your music
strumming loosely on guitar strings to soften the grooves
mountainside Montana rainstorm, clover and wheat
frozen peaks, molten beneath. we die so vultures can eat
open deeply, soul discrete. woven woefully neatly
we're strangers with our lovers from the moment we meet
throat bleeding, choke/breath please queen cobra release
taste that venom sink slowly float to total reprieve
under the knife, over the needle. call me Mopey Knievel
stunts include both waking up and going to sleep
eau de repeat. doomed to resurface, funeral dirt
rebelling intently against immediate purpose
albatross across me like a soldier of fortune
amassing omens hoping for the locusts to swarm
smoking by porchlight oil-painting a portrait
reminisce compulsively until we're reborn
manifold origami we are egoic reform
i'm sorry nobody warned you
but here we are

dm

Sitan Oct 2019

C

you sympathize with me when i was lonely
only to compare yourself to me
i felt that i was just overacting
but now i realize you were just selfish

jan oskar hansensapopt Sep 2018

first of September

First of September

It is oppressively hot it as summer
refuses to leave the stage and is overacting badly,
to be a walk-on actor or a decoration in play
about summer, it is jarring.
We applaud, but we are tired of the monologue now
It is a time for the lesser actors

Butch Decatoria Apr 2021

(evangelist)

Great loud words from The Word: Hatemonger's propaganda/ masses conditioned at Sunday mass: Faith weaponized./

Siren song: Sheppard: gathers his "flock" for worship: overacting full of words./
False prophets' speaking/ in tongues for Heaven?/

Filthy rich with sin: master of the mansion / on his plantation, ***** down south/ molesting innocents devout./ His money on his mind, he's full of _ words./

Televangelist on HD-4K smart TV, now wide reaching, the preaching, most have bought into it. Cost? Hollocaust of doubt and lost minds.
Faith now weaponized.../

(Evangelist)

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