"overdrive" poems
I will write you the most romantic verses tonight
For you deserve nothing less my love
Than verses to make your heart soar
Than verses than make you want me more.
I will say “You carry my heart in yours”
“You stole it like a thief in the night”
“But I don´t want it back, to you it now belongs”
“It is yours, my sweet, as am I”
I can write the sweetest verses tonight
For they remind me of you my love
When I see you, I smile from side to side
The clouds go away, the sun shines bright in the sky.
I can say “You are a beacon of light”
“You are the reason I go to sleep every night”
“You are everything to me my dear”
“I love you, please, don´t ever leave my side”
I could write you the most sensual verses tonight
For it´s something I can´t help my love
The sway of your figure, that look in your eye
It sends my senses into overdrive.
I could say “Tonight no one else exists but you”
“The night is only yours and mine”
“Your lips clamor my kiss, your hips my hands”
“As our breaths mingles, our bodies melt into one”
I want to write so many things my dear
Fill pages with silly love poems
What I don´t to ever write is “Goodbye”
And I want to tell you always
“I love you… I love you so much…”
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
I'm blessed to be alive.
One of the chosen few
That'll see the sunrise
And feel the early dew.
I'm blessed to be alive
Living on his promise
With my joy in overdrive,
He cancels my demise.
I'm blessed to be alive
Covered by divine grace
Favor into which I dive
With smiles on my face.
I'm blessed to be alive
All healthy, happy and fit
Comes trials, I'll survive
By his grace, I'll make it.
©️IB-Poetry
2/27/2018
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
Crescendo at the pitch ,
the touch of the octave,
the slide of my ribcage.
Put me on the overdrive
the feel of the rhythm,
beautiful eyes in glimmer.
I can't believe we are back,
on the track and split laps,
the untimed togetherness.
At the start of the race,
where heat and mist rose,
steams in the gush of the ****
Poised passion rose to the skies,
wetness and action felt so right,
the torrential evaporated rain.
My future lies in your bed,
on the blue walls with graffiti,
away in a continent afar.
Inside the cocoon of a time-space,
irrigated by sprinkles of growth,
where we hum through civilisation.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
Robot
Tincan man.
Input, circuit, overdrive.
Shadow of the future and past.
Movement hidden, you are not alive.
Programs still running fast.
What else can you do?
Wake up by morning not able to read the news.
Passing a breeze God gave to you.
Barely feeling the I love you's.
Your data has been set to self destruct.
Walking around all confused.
While your memory is set on stuck.
A heart not made to rust.
Hanging laundry out in the rain.
Lazy technician you can not trust.
Look what hes made out of you.
Ready to blow your ******
Compute- abort- system to self destroy.
Restoring the joy ****** out of you.
Input: input: information .
Wipe out the old, store in new.
Delete all files to recycle bin.
System reboot to life again.
With a new program that reads:
Feeling like a human once again.
(This robot is on)
.(self shut down!)
Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 3:56 PM UTC
(An experimental piece)
Dark coffee
overdrive
Give it to me
hot
or
ice cold
with
cream
or
pure
midnight black
reality it seems
to speed by
it's so fast
I don't even have to
try
I am
stimulated
excited
trembling
brave and ready
but even
coffee
pales
to what
you do to me
when you wear that dress
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
Together we swim,
Skin touching satin skin
Fingertips grazing knees and thighs
As my engine of a heart enters overdrive with glee
Her breath keeps me alive against the strain of our instincts
My breath catches and my body contorts
Until I am suddenly entangled with a hooded figure instead
His heavy limbs pin me against the wall and his hands greedily search through my home
I realize I am being robbed but
He's not a stranger
His lips warm my neck and I choke on his telltale cologne as his hands hastily break through the deepest closets that house my innocence, my treasures, and no matter how sternly I refuse, he shoves through the doors until he finds exactly what he wants
I thought it was hidden
I thought it was safe
I thought it was mine
He smiles and lavishly thrusts his hands into my special box
Thanking me,
Between heavy breaths,
for giving him access to my prized possession,
To my heart
But
when he asked for a taste
I refused. But
He insisted and
Kept pushing
Pushing
And pushing against the wooden door until it splintered and snapped and he could enter with
Or without
My permission
Once inside, I had no choice
but to let him manhandle my possessions,
I can never again close that door that He broke
To fulfill his needs and
To satisfy his craving
Although he leaves with satisfaction dripping from his palms
I know it won't last forever
His hunger will return again,
Stronger.
And no matter how much I invest in new locks
and thicker blockades around my special space
He has already stolen a taste of the core of my emotions that
That door served to protect
He will return again,
with a sense of entitlement to my insides
And I won't fight back
Because his sweaty palms and greasy skin have already leaked onto the pieces
Even those he had not yet touched
My pure and personal secret now leaves nothing but bitterness on my tongue and stains on my body
And now,
I still feel his hands, not hers
I hear his breathing
Feel his weight pressing against me,
His hands destroying my body
I become hysterical and
Tears burn my eyes and stain our sheets.
I see the panic in her eyes
She doesn't know
She doesn't know I'm ***** and broken
She doesn't know why
And I can't
stop
crying
She's scared.
I would be too
But I'm dead inside.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC
Contemplating the versatility of Mayo
And all that can be done with it
From the slathering on whilst sun bathing
To globbing it on my bologna sandwich
I find it tantalizing to the tastebuds
And it sure does sizzle in the sun
I once applied to much and set my toes on fire
Lucky for me I lost only one
Thank goodness I was near the water
When my foot went up in flames
I guess that's why God gives us ten toes
In case we lose any along the way
As with anything you can even get bored with Mayonnaise
That's why I strive for different ideas
So I put my brain juices into overdrive
And came up with this amazing list
Instead of milk in a shake you can use Mayo
Please wait till the end for all the applause
I'm still having trouble dealing with thickness
And have yet to get it through the straw
Perhaps if I leave out the ice cream
And just add Mayo, milk chocolate, and ice
I guess I'll just keep on experimenting
When it's ready you can be the first in line
And who doesn't like mayonnaise on anchovie pizza
The perfect combination at best
Even better than peanut butter and jelly
If only I can figure out how to package it
Mayonnaise is also the perfect conditioner
You could leave it in your hair for days I suppose
But try to avoid to much time in the sun
After all...remember the toes
I'm going back to my room for more ideas now
Or as I like to call it..."The Mayo Think Tank"
I know my family thinks I'm a genius
Cause they always leave me in there for days
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
Show me a field that is filled with golden flowers
hours upon hours the smell of the grass elevates the scents
that seems to send passerbys into an overdrive of envy.
Lend me your hand so that my coarse skin is softened by yours,
the door to my heart is forever open awaiting your entrance
and the defences are fending off other fiends so don't worry about guard
because as hard as it is to trust, I've let my guards down a long time ago.
Show me that you can be the green to my gold
let us grow old but never grow up as we play like kids
let the bliss fill both our hearts as we unite together against the world.
Girl, will you find it in yourself to love me? ...as much as I love you?
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
what's crazy
is that when you look at me
my mind goes into overdrive
and I imagine every single fantasy
us on the beach together,
Me and you laid out on the sand
I grab your waist and kiss you
while you guide my wandering hand
I slowly kiss and caress your neck
biting softly and holding you close
I feel you running your hands up my back
assisting me in getting out of my clothes
the bonfire we had has long since died out
but another one starts within
our passion and lust blazing bright
as you command me inside, within.
We both ****** simultaneously
almost as if instantaneously
we knew when our bodies could take no more
it's like my mind is an open door
when you look at me with those deep eyes
I become lustfully hypnotized
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
I get my kicks
in the early A.M.
Brains on overdrive
Can't sleep
Overdid it again
So I drift off
Into another twilight
Numbed with
Self-created blissful ignorance
And when the sun
Hits the horizon
I hit it back
With a smile on my face
And I laugh
As I tell the world
Good morning
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
my sneses are in overdrive
like a car driving over a big sped bump
i look to the left
outlines of claking clikers await me
i look to the rite
there bulgig eyes dare me to make the fist move
i like to wisper sweet nothing's into they're ears
like "mr claker yuo are so powerful" or "scutle away with me to ******
but then i had the truly terible reelisation
they doo not have ears...
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
the magic of sensual pleasure is the most simulating powerful thing that the brain can experience
a simple touch can turn the body into overdrive
heightened senses and heavy breathing
eyes rolled back as the release is soon coming
the body clenches as the ****** approaches
the brain loses consciousness it’s like a dream
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
A frizzy blue black shadow, there you hold,
curtaining off the door to the pleasure garden,
in my frenzied day dreams, it seems like everglades
where your chiseled alabaster legs smugly join in.
It would take many shapes in my hazy dreams
when my ***** imagination, for you is in an overdrive,
at times it's a soft winged butterfly flitting around your *****
intermittently sitting on your thighs, inching slowly upwards,
how it takes my breath away! in each of it's tickling move.
Excited I ogle, and just then it assumes the look of a face,
with such inviting succulent lips, I fully lose my patience
at first the kiss is soft, a fervency takes over,then, I slip in to a trance
erotically charged and ecstatic, I hear you moan,when I explode!
കാമ നിഴല്നാടകം
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കുനുകുനെ കരിനീലയാമൊരു
നിഴല് അവിടെ നിനക്കുണ്ട്
സുഖകവാടത്തിനു മൂടുപടമൊന്നിട്ടപോലെ
എന് ഭ്രമ ഭരിതമാം പകല്സ്വപ്നങ്ങളി
ലതു നീര് നിലമായിമാറുന്നു.
നിന് വെണ്ണക്കല് കടഞ്ഞ
കാലുകള് ചേരുന്നൊരിടം.
എന് ഭാവന യുടെ കാമ സ്വപ്നങ്ങള്
നിന്നെത്തേടിപ്പായവേ
എന് അവ്യക്തസ്വപ്നങ്ങളില്
അതു, രൂപാന്തരങ്ങള്തേടുന്നു.
ചിലനേരംനിന്അരക്കെട്ട്ചുറ്റി
യൊരുചിത്രശലഭംപറക്കുന്നു
ഇടയിടയില് നിന് തുട പറ്റിയിരുന്നു
മേലോട്ട്മെല്ലെനീങ്ങുന്നു.
അത് മെല്ലെ ഇക്കിളിയിട്ട്മേല്പ്പോട്ടു
നീങ്ങാന് തുടങ്ങവേ
എന് ശ്വാസം നിന്നുപോവുന്നു!
ഉന്മാദിയായിഞാനവിടെ നോക്കുന്നു,
അവിടെയൊരുമുഖമല്ലേകാണ്മൂ
മദ ഭരിതമാ ചുണ്ടുകള് കാണുമ്പൊള്
ഞാന് എന്നെത്തന്നെ മറന്നു
മൃദു ചുംബനം, ലഹരി പകരുന്ന മുത്തം
പിന്നെ,എല്ലാം മറന്നമയക്കം!
രതിലഹരിയില് നിന് വിതുമ്പല് കേള്ക്കെ
ഞാനുമൊരുകാമ വിസ്ഫോടനമറിയുന്നു
(In Malayalam Translation)
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 6:20 AM UTC
I opened up my eyes to the morning
Sunshine, as it blazed through the
Window panes. Basking in a moments surprise.
As though suddenly, the world had changed.
Darkness filtered with the sunlight's rays.
Everything glittered in the sparkling terrain-
like fairy dust had been sprinkled when at night
we lay. But as movement prevailed my body
the glint in the shine did fade.
As though all along I had been staring
At a facade. Untruth in the form of truth was it
Masked. Likewise the hatred could fool the eye
With smiles of laughter and packs of lies.
So was this life? Every morning was a lie to the night,
Hiding in the darkness, hoping to survive?
Or was it just me? Maybe my mind? Running in
Overdrive of hurt and confusion- longing for the past in which,
In which my soul was my solution.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
Slowly does it flow through your veins. Choke on your own demise and desire. Wanting something bad enough can drive you mad... getting it can **** you.
He lay there unknown, alone, and ****** Sleep and silence is the only peace he's felt in the last 15 minutes, as important as the last 17 years.
Unconscious states are the least he could ask for. So tired, so undead, wishes are hopeless. Barely breathing, it's painful doing so simple a task. He cannot move, he could hold his breath, he cannot see, he cannot dream.
Unconscious and thoughtless... his brain still works in overdrive. Controlling his lungs, his intake, his ability to live.
Broken bones and tragic endings to persistent stories leave no room for unknowns. Answers to be found have lost their simplicity and luster. The lack of information that matters most can ****** him further into his end.
Shattered teeth and swollen eyelids, black and blue and bent awkwardly at the joints. Does he want to move? To risk is to live, to try is to put forth effort, and to succeed means either nothing, or everything.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 3:13 PM UTC
numbers and cost crunching figures
she stood quietly calculating shelf spaces
calorie content
fat overdrive, taste sensation
and slowly but surely automatic fingers
ticked off the cents and savings
and chocolate biscuit treats.
pushing her trolley to checkout
she knew well
where indulgence took over sacrifice
where synthetic fizz was tastier
than real fruit syrup
and how supermarket shelves
connived with the devil.
home again
she balanced the books well
served plentiful dinners
kept the *** boiling
kicked *** out of roast lamb leftovers
yet chalked up a secret piggy bank
empire in a biscuit tin under the couch.
Author Notes
ordinary people? think again.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 2 months ago
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
I wanted to give you something more than the pen stroke on paper, more than emotion, something more than the Soft breathe that expelled the words I love you.
So the labor in this mechanism called my brains goes into overdrive. Pumping out words like a chimney releasing smoke. Creating a way to show you my appreciation.
Left with empty lungs from all the times you took my breath away. Weak from the moments you kissed me. Stunned from your everlasting natural beauty. I fail to represent the true meaning of you in my life
Searching for something more. Trying to show you your worth. Knowing your worth more than you can believe. I sit here to realize. These words are misrepresentations of my emotions.
There is no alignment of grammar or sentences to explain what you deserve. stuck. Stuck a single equator away.
I'll show you one day. I'll be able to give you something more. More than you know. Until then, catch my breath with your beautiful butterfly net.
Keep it in a mason jar. Tighten down the lid and watch it as it breathes life. Keep it for memories of what is and what's to come. This breathe is all I have. So I give it to you.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
My heart is in throbbing tone
My hands are as cold as stone
Sleepless, I become restless
Shortness of air, I become breathless
Controlling emotions seems helpless
An emotional distress
In the realization of my hyperventilation
I get dizzy and sleepy
My mind is on overdrive worry
Voices have strained my mind
And the Echoes have drained my body
Into a slumpy Winnie.
© Pax
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
white walls,
solid empty,
begging to be a canvas.
silent,
ominous,
echoing and reverberating
with the slowly dropping pins of my mind.
lights out,
i call and everything shifts to overdrive.
my pulse is through the roof,
the beating has moved to my ears
as if to drown out the silence.
i'm wondering when the panic stops.
i'm searching for any thing
that bears resemblance to that which is dreamt.
dreams so often confused,
misconstrued,
bent at will to provide us with the most pleasing ideas.
time will only pass,
its up to me,
to us,
to usher them
and
it
is
still
so
EMPTY
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 5:41 PM UTC
my mind never stops,
a whirlwind of emotions rage inside me
wave after wave
the slam into me without notice
I’m speechless
my mind never stills,
unwanted thoughts consume me
sparks ignite new ideas
overthinking everything
I’m on overdrive
my mind never quietens,
songs blast constantly
reverberating, resounding within me
countless stories and jokes and memories
I’m tired
my mind won’t relax
and I’m trying
but I’m tired
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
And at the end of the day,
There's always more to see
In your life, through your eyes,
And in your dreams, through your mind;
So don't worry.
The world is in no hurry,
And in the flurry of scurrying that is a city street,
Remember to stop sometimes and take a seat
On the bright yellow-line next to the speed-limit sign
Because those who work overtime,
Always seem to turn into ***** of slime in the thrush of free-verse that is society;
And all the technicality as a result of liability issues is fine with me,
Providing they allow me to peak at the real reality to remind myself I'm free and more sightly than the tightly-knit and frightening father-figure CEO
Who can't go to sleep without affecting the lives of at least 1 million civilian bystanders,
Who forget to meander on the bright yellow-line next to the speed-limit sign from time to time.
Stop to make sure at least some of your words rhyme
When you write your hectic poetry through the overwhelming cries of 7 billion lives pushed into overdrive as a result of the 21st century.
Through all this I would like to pose a question:
Is it better to be happy than free?
Or greater to be free than happy?
And either way, if I'm working to hard,
I'll leave it to you to slap me back to reality,
Because honestly...
More than half of this was never real to begin with.
Jun 16, 2011
Jun 16, 2011 at 2:42 PM UTC
I knock back water bottles
And drive down the empty highway
My eyes focused on the fuel gauge
Pull into the gas station
Pay too much for too little
Whatever, its only money
I'm almost there
Countless miles behind me
Fuckfuckfuckfuck
It hits me
My brain goes into overdrive
Every possible reality plays out in my mind
All of them detached from reality
I think with such certainty
I almost say hello to my breakfast again
I pull over
I put the seat all the way back
And stare out the moon roof
All the clouds look like you
I guzzle down another water bottle
It helps disperse the biblical disaster that is my stomach
I reach tentatively for my cell phone
I dial your number seven times before i get the ***** to call
You answer.
I panic.
You sound good.
You tell me you miss me.
Fireworks. Marching bands. The key to the city
I answer calmly. That i will arrive shortly
We hang up.
I drive faster then scientists thought possible.
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC
distance.
I wish I could take the pain away
but I live too far away.
I fell in love with your mind and your soul.
now I want to rub my hands all over you, from your head to your sole.
I want to do all the cute things together.
dates, pictures, and just random movie nights.
everything could be so right
but distance.
Those random nights when I crave your presence, I wish I could reach over and grab you.
but distance.
every mile between us is another to my heart.
staying up late thinking about our meeting in the dark.
the anixety is in overdrive because there's no set date when I get to lay my eyes on your beautiful face.
I just need you here with me
but distance.
I'm trying to say patient and calm.
I'm trying to keep the faith.
I'm trying to stay happy and keep a smile on my face.
I don't care how long it takes.
just know no one will ever take your place.
distance is hard.
distance is ****
but distance..
it made me love you more,
if that makes sense.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
An olive branch, hurriedly raised,
sparsely leaved, sans any grace
sadly a belated thought she had,
a wingless bird's attempt to soar,
a withered symbol of an inept pair's
egomaniacal overdrive, a betrayal
in the name of a love lost it's soul
prickly floats down, as he watches
it swirls and turns on the turgid flow
a storm water drain keeps no memories.
Along with it a love, utterly vapid
too goes down, breathing it's last.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 5:53 AM UTC