"overcomplicate" poems
Animals that have one soul, but two faces
Animals that hide themselves in lies and insecurities
Animals that like to overcomplicate life
Animals that will assault each other with words
Animals that have prides, but act alone
Animals that discriminate on each others individualities
Animals that will **** each other of a matter of ideals
This specie is suicidal
They do not deserve to share the Earth with the other creatures
They build and build only for it to be destroyed
One step forward and two steps back
We repeat history, never learning
We may as well call ourselves Chaos and Insanity
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
1) I wish people called me Mike Hart, I think it’s a really cool name. I wish I were a year younger and a foot taller. I wish I spoke less and listened more.
2) I’m a love child between science and art but I was raised under the rain in a house made of silver linings. Behind a red door, with gold hearted kids peeking through windows at a world full of endless possibilities.
3) I don’t share a lot about myself. I have dreams my pillows don’t know about and skeletons my closet hasn’t seen. I tend to hide things in the space between the ink and the page where no one can find them.
4) I don’t connect with a lot of girls, but when I do, I tie my shoelaces to their heart strings to stop myself from falling for anyone else. All I have left are scars on my chest from all the times cupid has missed and a few ****** shoelaces.
5) I have a photographic memory but the pictures tend to come out more picasso than canon. I tend to overcomplicate things, I describe hair as the perfect shade of sunset or the sun as that perfect shade of blonde. And I’m called a poet for this.
6) I’m familiar with broken promises and broken people, sometimes I’m doing the breaking. It took me a while to realise that being a man wasn’t about how strong you were to break things but how strong you were to fix them.
7) I love Ice cream in winter, it makes my body shake and reminds me I’m a bit like an earthquake. My laugh has always been a bit too loud but I always believed my life will grow into it.
8) I have holes in my sleeves from where my heart used to be. I locked it up in my rib cage and swallowed the skeleton key. I guess I took it too literal when they said the way to a mans heart is through his stomach.
9) Honestly, I don’t know a lot about myself, but I do know that sometimes my mind is like a paper mâché prison and it’s hard to control the thoughts that get out. Most days I try to keep my lips zipped shut but my eyes are like a see through body bag. On other days music tends to be good enough superglue for broken masks.
10) Hi, I’m Dagogo Hart and I’m Human.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
I wonder what this world is coming to
When we have to overcomplicate everything
All I hear on the TV of late
Is ‘bare craic’ as my northern Irish friend would say –
“I can’t understand this credit crunch,” she said
Poignantly, (neither could I) “I think I’ll take
A dander down to the shops.” And so she did
We were out of milk
And living off salami
I picked up the paper
And I realise nothing is without a price
Or a fate
They are the two certainties
So is death
And the price is not so hard to see either.
The American bigwigs sit round a table
Complaining what is to be done about the financial crisis?
Each eating a $16 dollar muffin with their $8.48 coffee
Wondering where oh where can money be saved?
And they’ll get back in their private limos
Drive past their second addresses
Back down to Bel-air
Lock themselves in their villas
Count their bonuses
And sleep happy
After doing jack ****
While Greece is going down the crapper.
I can see the solution
Can you?
Or is it just me?
Or can you see it to?
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 3:06 PM UTC
How silly we are to overcomplicate love
Legal forms, caterers, and the same line spoken eagerly at the top of the Eiffel Tower.
All you have to do is ask
And just like that two silently become one
Simple solution for complex creatures
Nov 15, 2021
Nov 15, 2021 at 2:20 AM UTC
steadily, all grows, like the tower of Babel,
numbers and figures,
measurements and monotony,
all come falling down
and syntax is sequestered down
to simplified ideals,
and yet you overcomplicate it all.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
Overcomplicate me.
Make
Mountains
Out of my dust.
When I inevitably go,
Don't let me
Go easily.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 6:01 PM UTC
I'll speak in my mother tongue
And embrace
the slang of my Brooklyn roots
I won't try to change
My colloquial way of speech
I don't have anything to prove
With the words I choose to use
Because I'll speak my message plain as day,
I'll spit my rhymes
Like straightforward
Old school rappers
I don't need to sugarcoat my words
I don't need to overcomplicate things
With my messages
I'll take pride in my mother tongue
I won't pretend to be something I'm not
I'm just a girl from Brooklyn
Who has a lot to express.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
We are, according to society and this grand world that we live in: Nothing.
Compared to the greatest of Gods and vastness of universes, we are not even able to completely understand how we are not even the dust in the wind.
How we might matter so little to the world.
And at the same time, how little the world can matter to us.
But what about us?
What about us is so special?
Why do we fight for our legacy? Why do we try so hard that it hurts? Why do we care?
Well...
Why the hell not?
It is just so easy to disregard that as an answer?
Maybe the reason, we don't accept "why not?" as an answer it because it's so simple.
It is so easy to just say that something is because well.... it is!
But we overcomplicate that. We try to justify everything in its complexity and we find plot holes, or evidence of a crime, something to praise or blame for the answer to "Why?".
I stopped asking that question simply because there isn't a point to asking a question you already know the answer to.
So again, now that I know why we do things the way we do...
What is so special about us being like that?
I see you, you know.
I see everything.
I pay attention to the small things.
And I write about the details when you don't care to notice them yourself.
I do this in order to earn the title of "Poet" but I don't have the goods to back it up yet.
Yet...
I see you.
And I also see us.
I see the suffering that we go through, and try to make sense of it.
I see a car, and picture the destination.
I see a sign, and imagine the paint still drying.
I see myself, and I am left speechless at what could've happened to me, and what I was lucky enough to get, assuming that I got something good.
And I mean, that's true because I had you for a time.
Promises can be empty.
Friend circles can be full.
Text messages can be messy, but I can translate.
And my words will always make absolutely no sense.
You are everything.
And so am I.
We can not be insignificant, or overlooked if we are this present.
Your smile could probably build another universe where we aren't so small in comparison to everything.
And I will never overlook that.
Because every good thing about us is still true.
Why?
Like I told you, it exists... it is.
So... why not?
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 2:32 AM UTC
Words almost said.
Almost is not enough.
Is it worth the pain?
Only one way to find out.
Predicted reactions, overthinking outcomes; better prepared.
What do we do now, moving forward?
Stuck within the safe middle-ground, no...
You'll grow tired of me.
What do I do now...
Could we just leave & live a life together?
Would it be better?
Are there ever consequences to real love?
Humans put the pain in love when there isn't supposed to be.
We complicate things & overcomplicate everything.
Let's just be simple.
Let's just... b e .
Let's just exist.
Let's just love because tomorrow is never promised.
Tomorrow is never promised, so let's just
l o v e . . .
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 9:49 PM UTC
I’ve decided I’ve more things to say,
Thoughts wishing to escape my brain,
Whether it’s wrong or whether it’s right,
Prepare for a third piece of my mind.
Is it just me,
Or is communicating,
The hardest trial of life?
Living isn’t hard to me,
It’s coexisting that’s filled with strife.
Trying and failing to express ideas,
In a way that makes sense,
That they can comprehend,
These abstractions of thoughts in my head.
Talking is hard,
Especially when your mouth and your brain,
Aren’t on the same wavelength.
You think one thing,
And say another,
Leaving nothing but shame,
And discomfort.
Sometimes you say the wrong things,
At the wrong time,
To the wrong person,
Such is life.
They push you away,
You feel regret,
Part of the process,
You can’t take it back.
Apologies are just more words,
Added to the wound,
Actions are more powerful,
For better or for worse.
There’s something mesmerizing about the piano,
One of, if not, my favorite instruments.
The piano can make me happy,
Nostalgic,
Sad,
Or bittersweet,
All with a couple of keys.
How powerful when held,
Hearing the strings ring.
However,
I prefer the sad piano songs,
They do a perfect job,
Painting the scene,
Of bittersweet contentment.
The somber melodies make me long,
For those early childhood days,
The ones I rarely remember,
Basking in the sun’s rays.
How miraculous,
And part of what makes the human experience so grand,
How these feelings can be stirred,
From a few notes played,
On a grand piano.
To fit with the tradition,
I’ll quote a song by Alec Benjamin,
This one titled,
“The Plan,”
This is the chorus.
“What I wanted then isn’t what I’ve got now,
But if I did it again I wouldn’t change it anyhow,
I had a vision in my head,
I even wrote it all down,
The plan didn’t work but it all worked out.
The plan didn’t work but it all worked out.”
This song laments on how plans can change,
And paths we’re lead can be different than what we imagine,
Yet, even so,
The path we’re on,
Is the one we’re meant to walk
I agree…
Sometimes it’s difficult for me to distinguish,
Between an acquaintance and a friend.
Is it based on time known?
Or the quality of the relationship?
Or how well you click?
Or do I just overcomplicate it?
Sometimes I wish,
I thought less,
Because sometimes it seems,
Like a curse…
Here we are at the end,
Another poem at its conclusion,
My mind feels at ease,
Finally feeling included.
Only one more piece of my mind remains to be said,
The rest I’ll keep hidden in my head.
Farewell,
Until next time,
Where I unleash,
The final piece of my mind…
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 10:30 PM UTC
You negate and overcomplicate,
Obsessed with trivial intricacies;
At the risk of contradicting yourself,
You foolproofed your own idiocy.
You oppose in totality just for the sake of it,
And obviate the need to deliberate;
Instead of making bridges from paragraphs,
You built garrisons out of sentences.
Convinced in waging petty wars,
You run your mouth without poise;
But for all intents and purposes,
A bark is nothing but recycled noise.
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
They say I over-think things
That I read too much into things
Or overcomplicate things
The simple, shallow, impulsive
Fuck-ups
Should lament their inability to keep up.
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC