"overcasting" poems
Civilized life is rigged, O land-dwellers!
With landmines hidden
in trails of Society's doctrine,
'Too often is it stepped on,
Too often does it explode.'
Blowing constitutions to smithereens,
Where you then rummage within your nucleus
to piece together your scattered jigsaw,
Misplacing your natural elements,
Overcasting your ability to side with beauteous aspects in simplicity—
Of those ethereal-resplendent butterflies.
Disillusioned on land thus is you (the complex you).
Let go—
Rise above your materialistic graves—
Walk on air!
My kindred wisps
Walk on air!
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
And after the sun had set and the kitten was sleeping, I’d lie awake dreaming of a me I could never be. I’d lie awake promising a change I would fail to make as the days went by - As I marked my calendar June 29. I lied awake hoping for a chance I would fail to take because somewhere along the way I lost sight of my strengths, I switched paths on who I really wanted to be. But one day I hope I lie awake at night only dreaming of beautiful sunflowers of yellow and sluggish greens. I hope one day I wake up in the morning greeted with warm tea and an overcasting shadow of soft pinks and purples in the sky. I hope one day it’s you and me instead of just me. Just me
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
What happens when temporary is no longer
When you feel weak without them
Yet somehow stronger
How do we feed the darkness of our pasts
Well i can tell you, easy,
With memories of us staring at ourselves through broken glass.
I can finally say I'm no longer afraid of you or who you'll be without me
Because I finally can see who you've been without
a shadow of doubt overcasting.
You are now who you've always been.
It's just now with some alcohol running rapid through my veins and some tears gathered in my eyes
From staring vaguely into my mind
It somehow all seems clear enough.
I'm no longer pinned.
Blindfolded by one's own fogginess.
A mist that overtook me a year too long to clear.
You are the same.
And no not that cliche **** the same as every guy,
but you are the exact same reincarnation of my worst fear.
My fear of falling for someone who only had the interests of their own held dear.
Maybe this makes sense to you and maybe this doesn't
and you know what? That's a risk I'm willing to take.
I would rather let these words and phrases pour out of me like an unstoppable hurricane that might drown you,
Than to, for one second longer, let this hurricane continue to destroy me.. Whatever is left of course.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
Despair is an old company
In lighter days he’s the shadow overcasting every object
In darker days he’s the strongest
Strangling and suffocating
Clouding all reasons for treason
Was he born with me,
I always think he lived this world long before I did
How he found me how I wish he never did
Despair is an old felony
He lived longer than any of us, and he will live longer than any of us
To love him is unutterable
But to let him linger or to let him pass for another time
That might be a way
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
oh the overcasting
dreary weather
the sun just looks sooooo
grey
oh damb you my sweet sweet sunshine
why'd ya hafta go away?
oh the sky
looking suspicious
ominous is my
dark and sunless sky
now tenebrous an so dull
as I often wonder why
as I find a sweet moment
in the a lull,
an clouds above are full,
so then you know that I
I must anticipate the cry,
....oh sigh...
we -
just plodding along
the clouds now form
in a flowing heavy floor
I hear stomping godly feet
an then the slamming of a door
boy it sure looks now so moody
an it's hard to just ignore
oh I say baby
it is like a leaden sky load
a heavy mess of pain in dear heaps
raining here now
on my dear sweet sweet abode
that man how he weeps an he weeps
he waters my garden now too
everywhere his loving
just seeps and it seeps
as his joy and his pain
it just reaps and it reaps,
oh back through the earth
an then back to the sea
as he pines after her
yes his sweetest Daphne,
oh his wonderful love
oh where you might be?
an but to be the God
of all that
sweet poetry
prophecy
medicine and
Light?
I just don't know why he must cry
I guess it must be that **** night
because then he must wait again- ignite
looking for his lover Daphne
that she'll be in his sight
then making sweet love again
all will be alright
sigh
so as he burdens my deary sky
tho I shall not be depressed
I might hafta go an ask him why
is he is feelin so distressed
when to be the God of what I say everything
I'd say that man is blessed
but perhaps he don't remember
a memory repressed?
oh an it's a-comin dark again
in shadows falling quick
reluctantly he goes behind
mountains
but feeling low an thick
he needs so much to shine on
it's left him feeling sick
he needs your sweet waters deep,
to cry your nector
must be
he only wants to worship you lover
the way he is worshipped too,
you see,
he is a-cryin my sky
becuz my dear he's just
waitin
on your sweet sweet love again.
Ma Cherie @ 2017
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
the city is dark, dreary, and dismal
there's no escape from the seemingly never ending cycle
of vicious men committing acts so brutal
every day it gets more abysmal
the sun doesn't shine much like it used to
clouds of hatred and malcontent overcasting it’s rays
fear and anger cloud the skies
an uncontrollable rain is soon to break through
but sometimes a light breaks through the night
pure and bright and keeping you safe
arms wrap around you and hold you close
maybe you could win this fight.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
Slowly.
Quietly.
Almost completely
Unseen.
Barely felt.
It drips.
And drips
Into
My mind.
It consumes.
Slowly.
Dripping.
And dropping.
Slowly.
Ticking.
Then tocking.
Slowly.
It takes over.
Over and
Over.
And over again.
I try.
To find dry.
But ever so
Slowly.
It turns.
Into.
A.
Downpour.
And so it rains, it pours, all down on me
Unwilling to let up, unable to find safety
They called for skies filled with clouds overcasting
But this pain of rain is always and forever everlasting
It tiptoes on windows, a faint calming at first
Those inside seem to call it a soothing quench of thirst
But outside, in the middle, in the center, right in the ******* middle of it all
The rain falls down, and my mind consumed, from drip to drop to downpour to downfall
Others will never know, can’t comprehend how it feels
To be out here as they live the life they call ideal
They lay there and sleep in their beds of comforting sheets
As I toss and turn, sleep defeated, letting my heartbeats beat sleep
Those perfect ones, the chosen ones, the ones who fit in the norm
Will never understand why I stand in the eye of the storm.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
There is a never ending winding street
That crumbles beneath the feet
Of lies and hate that ive created
To better fit within this fix
That I call nothing more than a piece
That’s broken from the heart you held
The one that lays there fragmented before my face
My eyes overcasting the idea that we may someday be
Put back together by glues we secrete
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 7:29 PM UTC
A painting having an abstract background theme
Words of blend and coordination being the painting story
The word contrast being what was constructed within
Once you look at the painting your journey will begin
Words in showing the brightness of the sun
Centuries on earth living and still being among
Clouds overcasting mountains
Waterfalls dripping as shooting moving fountains
Beauty as the skies with the color of light blue
Today is a new day that one must pursue
The character in what the painting possess
One last chance to grasp and catch your breath
The feeling in how vision of the painting that is captured in words
What’s in the heart but is remembered in the mind
The painting having a touch with a very classy wine
Painting words with no need to say a word
Just observe and you will be the word in heard.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
some days I get so bad
so sad
my demons are here
saying hello
their shadows are starting to grow
overcasting me
I need to flee
where else can I go
they are everywhere I look
everywhere I turn
can they all just burn?
moments like this
i sit still
feeling so ill
I am not able to do anything
all i feel is a sting
a tingle
where I want to be hurt
an urge so strong
things become a blur
I try so hard to resist
blast the music
fizz out the voices
focus on anything but it
but there I sit
hands around my neck
feeling like such a wreck
tears falling
like a water fall
I sit there and just bawl..
-te
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
Winters Eyes
My demons are beautiful, I can deal with em too// I hope for the seasons of perfection// overcasting the outcast by miles and miles to come// struck by uncertainty, and the split roads that come// a young warrior will arise amongst all that have reigned// to enjoy the sunshine, is to enjoy the rain// to keep your mind full of knowledge, turn off your muscles// no violence cured freedom that wasn't meant// from the shadows we glorified the beauty in black// shock waves sent through the natures strength
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 3:22 AM UTC
What is your shadow at night?
Where is your shadow at night?
The ever lasting being that follows you throughout the day.
Yes a being.
That being who reflects the exact image of you.
But at night what is your shadow?
The very essence.
The dark, discrete image of your unconscious self.
Hidden by others and especially you.
Portrayed as the other one.
Yin and Yang.
Good and Evil.
Where is your shadow at night?
Engulfed by darkness.
At high noon sheltered by shade.
Hidden by the overcasting clouds
But revealed in the the sun.
Some say the equivalent length and dullness of a persons shadow, gives presence to how much secrets they secrete.
Shadow.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
I am the soil that farmer refused, flung into the vast
expanse, crushed beneath the weight of restless hooves.
I am the spark that could have ignited a revolution—
if only the shadows of doubt had not stifled my youth.
I am the visionary wielding my pen like a ***** and
unearthing these many buried truths.
I am the sky weeping a thousand tears swelling
these clouds; and overcasting my perfect smile –
I am the battalion feeding the fury of mankind,
standing resolute on the peaks of man’s greatest trials
I am the wandering cab driver, burdened by the weight
of unfulfilled dreams, seeking in the silence of his
backseat the warmth of true companionship
I am the mirrored gaze of a suffering companion, reflecting
their anguish- as I too bear the scars aboard the same ship
I am not the arbiter nor the prosecutor;
I am not less divided as man, or feel any more equal —
I am the contradiction, the enigma; I am the visage
that conceals the essence of the people...
__I am the People!__
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 7:59 AM UTC
If I could paint the way I love you it would be a beautiful sunset.
Overcasting a sunflower field.
The beautiful blended light of the sun joining the darkness.
The canvas would be filled with so many shades and colors.
If I could paint the way I love you...
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC