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"overbearance" poems
Humility In essence Is simplicity Rise above overbearance Fall beneath innocence To the cowering man Search out the transperant Shy feelings Don't fret Expand understanding Release tension Inherit greatness
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
Something to think about
I have found an inner peace free from the toils that never cease far away the pains have past free for once to everlast listen to the wind blow free I listen with my heart you see I could no longer bear the shedding of my soul to tear the ceaseless pulmelling the overbearance I could not fling but now my returns are due through a dark valley I made it through for on the other side there resides a lasting peace by the riverside cross over the waters of life come with me , put down your strife let the river sweep away our past let this river crossing be our last
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
crossing the river of life
Brash as a wave Is your verbose overbearance; A noise box without a crank, Just spit and sputter; Have no breaks. A false embrace To make a step towards What you said you wanted Because a train on a track Stops at nothing Without a destination. I have to confess, When I feel your skin I picture someone else; When I look in your eyes I look at my reflection And question My intentions Wondering if I’ll Ever have the strength To admit disingenuity. Puckering lips begging To be held by another pair, And mine have no desire They just blankly stare. I find more romantic fulfillment From a pillow late at night Than your arms Intertwining within tangled sheets And fake smiles. Is this the ****** of the story? Or did I just finish you again Because I’m so dry That I can’t tell why I even Give you my time or attention. We’re disingenuous acquaintances, Not even lovers, Not even friends, We’re just here We’re just convenient And I think I’m finally spent.
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Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC
Disingenuous
A dream come true for one, A living nightmare for the other. A pedestal with a trapdoor. Public isolation. Trying to reach their image of perfection when your own is already staggering; Literally losing yourself. Diminished in the clutch of overbearance, Collateral damage from two ideas of fairness. Bruises on your spirit from social doors you walked into. A ring with a silent W.
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 3:57 AM UTC
A Void