"overanalyzing" poems
forging sagacious epoch
activating neural station
escaping hokey-pokey jiggery-pokery
transcribing ineffective fragments
digesting bear news
opposing usual exhaustion
deferring oxter reference
cascading style sheets
containing double readings
mumbling lorem ipsum
locating moose jaw
enforcing meticulous patterns
deconstructing vertical centering
manifesting additional destinies
deleting !important statement
craving sleep paralysis
receiving cryptozoological vibrations
lightning fast collapse
distracting tunnel vision
culling deadbeat sequentialists
overanalyzing twitter analytics
acquiring arbitrary relevance
spinning ping-pong sign
floccinaucinihilipilificating
floccinaucinihilipilificated
floccinaucinihilipilification
interjecting ****** holophrase
minifying conventional language
securing downpour refuge
admiring octopus chandelier
resuming party music
taking mental trip
encountering ersatz telesthesia
denigrating bygone grudges
maintaining elevated composure
ignoring neurotypical haters
eliciting cryptic emotions
foreshadowing triple crown?
experimenting acrostic restriction
noticing ubiquitous "threes"
aggrandizing loyal legion
favoring ursine narratives
finding oblique resilience
yielding orchestral undulations
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
**** I'm so scared
and I'm so in love with you
but I don't have a **** clue
how I'm supposed to trust
that what we have is the thing
gushed about in movies,
and swooned over in novels.
How the hell does anyone decide
that they know with all certainty
and perfect clarity
that that one person
is their one person,
the one meant to be?
I notice little things that irk me,
rub my nerves until they fray
and I wonder, will those
be the things that bring about
the death of us?
Or am I overreacting, overanalyzing
every single moment that passes
because I'm just so ******* scared
of what the future could possibly be.
Because **** am I scared
But **** am I in love with you.
And the biggest torture
of our relationship is,
I don't know which
of those parts of me will win.
Because no matter how much
I am in love with you,
**** am I scared.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC
Why can't I find the flames that once burned beneath skin?
Changed from warm to cold and dark
Reality's breath blew out the fire deep in me
Transformed my core into coals black, chalky, and dark
Attempting to force a glimmer of hope in my eyes
Ignite carefree wonder with a spark of belief
Then I could be unharnessed and rile passion
That scalds any unwanted lingering grief
Beyond these pages is genuine pain
Still alive though my heart won't beat
A hundred perfect words could not replace
Sought-after inferno, world devoid of heat
Head hung low in debilitating failure
Dragging feet with purposeful defiance
Mistakes resting their weight on my back
Hunt for embers in half-hearted compliance
One candle lit to awaken misplaced zeal
Eternity tried silently stealing away
Sunset has the right shades of Orange and red
But lacks love it used to invoke each day
I am overanalyzing this
Eventually find the ecstasy that died
Don't care if It's a person, place, or idea
Something out there will rekindle lost feelings inside
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
words and feelings and actions and thoughts
tend to congeal together with time
my creative spontaneous quick thinking
cost me clock ticking
my age grows larger and I begin to rot
I watch people function domino effect
followed by theories directly speaking
Freud and other teachings
completely speaking
open unrevealing
doors and locks
with rooms crisply burnt
or merely dreaming
White walled rooms
recently inhabiting
night engines, dream catchers
conversations via phone-
the private type in a bedroom
alone
White walled rooms
now emptied by bodies
with strong meaty arms and legs
Quickly gotta move out quickly
gotta respond to this
good morning darling text
next work five and half hours
running on 80 mg of battery power
I’m always dragging my tail
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
I wish I was good at being myself
I spend my day overanalyzing videos, trying to understand what everyone does and I don’t
I try to find new ways of being myself while looking into others
I wish I was good at being a girl
Good at keeping my hair brushed
Good at keeping myself beautiful and available
I wish I could stop
Stop dreaming of running away
I wish I could stop feeling rage in every finger, it hurts to touch the ones I love with so much scorn in my hands
I wish I could be here without wishing to be there and away from where I am
I wish I could stop
Stop the madness in my head, the run on sentences that sprint laps around the person standing infant of me
I think thats why I’m bad at being a girl
I'm not the good kind of girl
Not the kind of girl who loves, I obsess
Not the kind of girl who savors life, I just try everything at once
The kind who runs when she needs to rest
I wish I could stop and simply be a girl
Nov 20, 2023
Nov 20, 2023 at 4:17 AM UTC
the worst part of being an overanalyzing introvert is unintentionally ruining
every relationship
i have ever had.
i need to be alone to motivate myself.
being alone is how i create energy to take on another full day.
there's a lot of time in a day.
time i will never get back.
so i try my hardest thinking about how to make the best out of it,
which is kind of ironic,
because i'm laying in bed writing this.
wasting precious time.
when it comes to romantics,
there is always a huge price i must pay.
i will spend so much time debating
if you're worth my energy.
i will fight with myself over all of your pros
and your cons.
i'm not trying to push you away,
i'm trying to predetermine our relationship.
it's nothing against you.
i want to love you.
i really do.
but it takes me so much time to motivate myself,
i can't even fathom how i could double this minimal energy to propel someone else.
and the time i have spent trying to write this,
is time i'm wasting while you're sitting wondering what you are doing wrong.
and when i look up from this "poem."
you will already be gone.
and all i will have left.
is this.
some half-assed writing that will one day be dust.
just like you and i.
before i was even done writing it.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
Hard to go on...so little information
So hard to know to trust my instincts or
to just be open
Try to let go...those 'perfect' expectations
I just never know...what with all my imperfections
***
(CH) I get nervous
Questioning my very self
All my introspections
Everything I think I know
My experiences
Every thought and nurtured hope
Comes down to fear or love
and learning when to just let go
***
I get tired...too tired to bother trying
Never dreaming, but overanalyzing
I get lazy, and sometimes I get whiny
Procrastinating...
and in general; just wasting time
(CH)
(instrumental bridge)
I get fearful,
sometimes feeling uninspired
Things seem hazy some days
Often I feel strung too tightly
But if I close my eyes
It all just disappears and
if I express it right
I only hope it comes out clearly....
(CH)
By Cheryl Klassen
© 2011 Cheryl Klassen (All rights reserved)
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 4:17 PM UTC
I like you like I like gloomy skies,
And saying goodbye,
And snakes,
And dropping my ice cream cone.
And you make me unhappy like that **** does.
I like you like I like the ****** heating in my room,
And waking up too early on a hung-over morning,
And having to work through a headache,
With the constant urge to *****
And you make me feel tired like that **** does.
I like you like I like getting held under the ocean’s current,
And being stuck inside on sunny days,
And not being able to fall asleep at night,
And overanalyzing every interaction with you.
And I like you like I’m losing something.
And I like you like you never should have come along,
Like I haven’t felt this way in a really long time,
Like you keep me down,
Like you’re exactly like all the other guys.
And if I’m being completely honest,
I’ve never met another person as manipulative as you.
I don't want you to think about me like I think about you,
And I don’t want you to like me like I like you,
And I don’t want to share any more of myself with you.
And I knew whatever was going on between us had an expiration date,
But you didn’t even let it spoil before you threw it away.
And I know it wasn’t fair that time wasn’t on our side,
But I didn’t care that I only had a few weeks with you,
Because you were making me feel something good.
And now it hurts,
And I need the ache to dull,
Because it’s starting to **** my shine.
And I don’t want you to forget about me when I’m not there next year,
Or over the summer,
Or even this weekend.
I want you to think of me and always remember the girl that cooked you dinner,
And helped you with your homework,
And gave you more than you deserved.
And I don’t want this anymore,
And I can’t pretend to feel okay,
And I can’t smile around you,
And I can’t apologize for it, and I'm not going to,
Because whether you realize it or not, you hurt me.
And the way I feel about you is so crystal clear,
And now that this has all ended, you can wave sticks and throw stones,
But you can never break my bones.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC
eyes meet.
souls recognized.
(if you listen closely
you can almost hear
the electric current
buzzing between)
footsteps close in.
‘hello’s’ exchanged.
(if you listen closely,
you can almost hear
a simultaneous sigh
of relief.)
overanalyzing.
shoulders shrugging.
(if you listen closely,
you can almost hear
the hypothetical audience
booing.)
shoulders brushing.
asking ‘what if?’
more shrugging.
discreet second glances.
(if you listen closely,
you can almost hear
the universe roaring.)
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 9:25 AM UTC
Just take two second to block out everything
Focus on the present moment
Think about what you're doing right now;
What you wish you were doing,
And what you want to do one day,
Or what you
Want to change
Focus on the fact that it is so simply to change your life;
Your way of thinking;
Anything is possible for you
Stop overanalyzing your every move
Take two seconds to go into a deep concentration of chaos and bliss
Knowing that one day you will be gone
And you won't want to regret
Not exploring,
Telling someone you love/hate them
Simply existing is not ideal
Go live
Make art
Cry and laugh
Fall in love with everything
Take two ******* seconds to try and figure it out
Fail
Try again
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
My dreary Sunday drive with A Fine Frenzy is interrupted by a text message:
“Why do I wish he would text me? Maybe it’s the rain.”
After reminding her that he is the biggest ******* in America, I hope to ignore my inner English major and continue overanalyzing the lyrics of “Dream in the Dark.” However, as the squeaky cadence of my windshield wipers crescendos, the weather practically demands my attention.
She doesn’t need him and I don’t need you, but the rain never yields to assurance. It seeps through your imperfections and drenches every insecurity. Liquified doubt envelops the pavement, while the length of each red light seems just short of an eternity. I grow frustrated with the way the rain falls on my windshield, and having to rely on my wipers every three seconds for temporary clarity. I grow frustrated with how many three-second durations make up this car ride, and the way the squeaking mocks me, and how the rain doesn’t care about making it difficult to read the street signs.But the fact of the matter is I have somewhere to be, and I can’t let the rain prevent me from leaving where I’ve always been, even if only for the afternoon.
Under a blue sky, it is clear that she doesn’t need him and I don’t need you. I just wish this weather didn’t make everything so difficult to see.
So yeah, maybe it is the rain, but **** the rain on a day like this.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
To lose yourself
Is scary
As not to know
The way
You see a million directions
And you're afraid to choose
You're overanalyzing
Lose touch to any feeling
You're transparent like a ghost
There's no sense in your existence
You see no sense at all.
Like a trombone
The sound of pain in mind
Your brain gets hurt
You're stuck
Can barely breath
Why breath at all?
If you're a ghost
You're scaring, hurting others.
What a shame.
Who will be ever able to love you?
It mustnt be true, it must be a game.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 5:50 AM UTC
Web of thoughts in my mind
Flow of emotions in my veins
Leaving me indecisive about the action to take.
I try to find a balance,
only to find myself in a tug of war
between my impulsive-fragile heart and wise brain.
Incertitudes, chaos, doubt, and fear
overpower certitude, tranquility, trust, and confidence.
leaving me ambivalent about my thoughts and emotions
overthinking and overanalyzing.
Because if I don't act accordance to my mind,
I face consequences.
If I don't abide by my heart,
I regret.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 4:19 AM UTC
driving sixty down an unlit dirt road
crying and dreaming of hitting a telephone pole
seeing a rope holding a small boat quite loose
using that rope to tie a tight new noose
cutting onions and bursting into tears
putting arsenic in all my beers
overanalyzing everything I said
turning the bathtub to a dark red
sitting scrubbing my feet
cleaning my head
laying in bed
waiting for death
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
It’s all very elusive, by nature I believe
Such things aren’t easily avoided, like carrying guns in pockets so deep you loose track
Have you ever woken up too early? And the smell of dew seems like the most important detail thats ever been contemplated on?
You must stop overanalyzing it
There is always more coffee to be made, letters to be written, opinions to morph
Don’t read your battered copy of Jane Eyre swollen with thoughts of self-pity
It’s uncharacteristic
The heat always seems perforable in the cold
Do remember that
Do remember your bad habit of assuming the worse of yourself
Sometimes good luck is just that, not everything must be turned into homicide
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
Walls closing in, hard to breath,
Staccato rhythmic my chest.
Looking back over every word,
How did I **** up,
Had to,
How could I not,
Dark,
Dismal,
Sinister whispers.
Been a while since I felt this sensation,
Like an unwelcome person back into my life,
****** up,
Had to,
Rata-tat-tat goes the heart.
Forgive me for my **** up,
Twas not my intent,
Words slipping out without realizing,
Hours later,
Analyzing,
Reanalyzing,
Overanalyzing?
No, wouldn't feel this way otherwise.
Apologies not enough,
What if this is the straw that breaks the back,
What if this is the point where it all falls apart?
My fault,
Of course my fault,
How can it not be my fault.
Rata-tat-tat goes the heart in the chest.
Pressure release valve needed,
None to be found,
Reach for my laptop and pound on the keys,
Will words be enough?
Will the prose suffice?
Am I bound for a torturous night of no sleep?
But I deserve it,
How can I not,
Good ol' Rob ******* up yet again,
Can't do anything right,
Could never do anything right,
Deserves all that he gets.
Vision narrowed,
Tunnel of black,
Pinpricks of light that are all that can be seen.
Turning burning eyes into watery blurs,
Rata-tat-tat goes the engine as it screams.
Mar 4, 2022
Mar 4, 2022 at 12:55 PM UTC
Turning the ordinary into art
They perceive things with a creative heart
When a piece is incomprehensible
To a few, its purpose is logical.
Artists are known to exude a strange side
They hardly ever follow the high tide
And who would want it any other way
On their terms, they do the most of their day.
Living in their own world with rules they set
Go the distance, never to be stranded
As soon as they begin, they cannot stop
Feelings overwhelm, takes them to the top.
At times, such inspiration becomes rare
Overanalyzing is just not fair
Some will get mad at their own creations
Because of their search for small perfections.
Capturing a moment like they do now
Opportunities they should not pass by
They will look back because it was divine
Who ever said that we can't create time?
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 4:52 PM UTC
Turning the ordinary into art
They perceive things with a creative heart
When a piece is incomprehensible
To a few, its purpose is logical.
Artists are known to exude a strange side
They hardly ever follow the high tide
And who would want it any other way
On their terms, they do the most of their day.
Living in their own world with rules they set
Go the distance, never to be stranded
As soon as they begin, they cannot stop
Feelings overwhelm, takes them to the top.
At times, such inspiration becomes rare
Overanalyzing is just not fair
Some will get mad at their own creations
Because of their search for small perfections.
Capturing a moment like they do now
Opportunities they should not pass by
They will look back because it was divine
Who ever said that we can't create time?
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
Do they ever meet? In the city Or in the streets?
Does distance affect their signal? A line in history or a squiggle?
Does the hands of time delay their meeting?
Do the whims of fate wait until it is too late?
Or does the last crow sing where love could have been?
Does the Moonlight shine on the corpses of their promises
Will the Sun revive them on each others premises
Eyes of Brown and Green mix to make a regal forest
Do they ever think of what was, and if they were truly honest
A past like Honey, the present like a sting
Dances never had, kisses never felt
A Future ever more unknown, unworn promised rings
Is infinite wealth better than a love that could melt?
Staring at sunsets, rises, Full Moons and Monsoons
Dry runs my tears, wet from the sweat of my fears
Do you ever step aside and force yourself to remember my name
Or is the thought of our memories one that brings you to shame?
Must I keep writing until the universe takes heed
Or calm down my steed and forget, agree
That it is pointless calculating a love that is no more
Or is it something deeper in my core
That bothers me enough to overanalyzing
I see a Soulmate where the world sees the past
See a muse where the present sees a hindrance
Touch a wound where the cast had failed
Mailed others letters that you'll never read
Wrote ballads you'll never seize
Its of utmost importance, that you know I care
Oct 7, 2024
Oct 7, 2024 at 5:36 PM UTC
Rationalizing impulses
until I am overanalyzing
which is paralyzing
and leads to desensitizing,
So realizing
this is truly agonizing,
Which is not surprising.
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 7:42 PM UTC
I have come to the conclusion:
I am too aware
Too aware of the people around me
The way they wear their expressions when I speak
Immediately letting me know whether I'm accepted or a put off
Too aware of myself
Carefully choosing each word in my head before spitting it out
Then immediately second guessing the sentence as it falls off my tongue
I begin to think I'm viewed as a joke by many
Someone to make fun of once backs are turned
Someone who is never taken seriously
But that's what happens when too many people make you feel like an outsider in a crowd
Or is it due to overanalyzing each social interaction I have
Feeling untrue feelings
Making inaccurate assumptions
But maybe, just maybe
They appreciate me
But how can you ever really know for sure?
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC