"overemotional" poems
there are 10 things you may need to know about me
if you'd like to get to know me better
if you care about me
1. i love thunderstorms
i love the way lightning looks against the sea at night
i enjoy the presence of crazy rain and
the arguments the clouds seem to have
i am a pluviophile
2. i hate small talk
i do not care for my feelings on this particular time of day which is why if you ask me how i am or "how i'm feeling" i will provide a bland answer
this is such a boring step for you to get to know me better
you probably don't even care how my summer went
tell me your fantasies, childhood fears,
tell me things you wouldn't tell your best friend
ask me questions about my former lover
i am curious to know
3. i am quiet a lot
i ponder about life and odd little ideas pop into my head randomly
like: i wonder if you can naturally change your eye colour or
why is it quiet only at night?
i think about people i haven't met or people in my past
those whom i care about and those whom i hate
4. people with sad eyes are attractive
i do not know why
the roundness and dull sparkle in their eyes arouse me
it creates me to gravitate around them
i do not pity them but i am somehow attracted to them
5. the internet is amazing
i have gained so many friends from here
different photos and art has inspired me
i lost fears through the internet
it's fascinating really
6. i have a fine appreciation for art
there are so many different forms of art and i love all of them
whether it's poetry or dance or drama
i have experimented and flirted with them all
they are unique and brilliant in their own way
7. i do not love myself
no matter how hard i bring myself to it
there are so many flaws and dents in my skin
that i cannot do it
i am shameful of myself
afraid of myself
and most of all
i am saddened by my own soul
8. i long for a soulmate
one to appreciate good food with
one to travel with
whether i am in love with this person or one whom i am
very fond of
i long for someone to be there for me at all times
9. i cry easily
i am sensitive and this is hard to admit
i am overemotional at times and the tears fall easily
most of the time it is because i can relate to the certain emotion
that is being depicted
10. i am filled with stories
i could go on and on about different rumors and secrets i have stored inside
i am in abundance with stories and good laughs
i have fascinating scary stories both fiction and non-fiction
many stories are mine and there are a lot that aren't
but both are entertaining and i enjoy telling stories
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
Poetry is just scratches on paper
forming dramatic words
by an overemotional character
Poetry is certainly
not a pen that digs trenches
for the blue blood to follow
draining a soul to a sterile existence
Who Needs Poetry Anyway?
Poetry is all
roses are red
violets are blue
blah, blah, blah
I'm so in love with you
Nobody cares about books
Notice how the poetry section
in the bookstores continue
to diminish with every look?
Poetry is certainly not as profound
as the inert words
lay gutted by the rapper
which boasts his materialistic empire
that his target audience consumes
yet cannot honestly digest
And you'll find the album
in an abundant display
set in the center of the bookstore
Who Needs Poetry Anyway?
Poetry is just something studied
from history books to obtain credit
A time before the internet
and a true social status
Before days rapt in vanity
Poetry is certainly not a self sacrifice
to explore the wilderness of the heart
and the shutters to the mind
An outlet to tread another day
Who Needs Poetry Anyway?
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 6:00 AM UTC
when i was little, i dreamt of being a princess
because taking charge is what i do best
and why not do it in a long pink dress?
i may not be royalty but i am royally *******
by being an overemotional teenager who ...
listens a bit too much to what society says
and not enough to what she has to say
about herself
i feel like that needle in a haystack
when it comes to the future.
i’m still asking if i can use the bathroom
when i’m expected to have my whole life planned out
by the time the leaves start to change
and i have to surgically remove my arm to sell on the streets so four years from now i’m not living on one ... with nothing but a fancy degree held above my head when it rains the cold realization that i am $100,000 in debt
and have no idea what i’m doing
so what am i supposed to do
when i still find myself comparing who i am now,
to who i could have become
without the challenges of 2012
still hanging on my shoulders
when i lay in bed at night,
thinking about how different i would be
if life hadn’t thrown me a curveball
that knocked me off home plate and out of my comfort zone,
out of the dreams of an ivy league school or graduating with high honors -
when i’m just lucky to be graduating on time.
while my peers are getting acceptance letters,
i’m getting the reminder that the battle has just begun,
the war of me against myself in accepting the past as it is,
regretting my mental disorder will not make it go away no matter how hard i fight.
i know that forgiveness equals growth,
a never-ending road of
constantly changing
twisting and winding
paths that never seem to have any clues
as to which one is the right one.
i’ve blindly picked a path, a quest if you will.
i am on a quest to be the best
no no, let me rephrase, MY best
because my best is all i can give and someday,
those that told me otherwise
will be eating those sugar coated words
when i have finally accepted MY best is true success.
so when i was little, i did dream of becoming a princess
but today, i’m dreaming of being a better me than yesterday
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
Picking at my skin,
making me bleed,
scent of flesh,
melting with the rouge.
Stuffing up my chest,
with a knife to my skin,
playing doctor one-on-one,
******* in my breath.
Am I pretty enough?
Are my thoughts pure enough?
Am I desirable enough?
Obedient enough?
Overemotional,
heart too big for my body,
keeps leaking out.
It's better with my mouth shut.
I'll gloss my lips,
twisting up my insides,
I'll become all that you want,
until only a shell remains.
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 8:40 PM UTC
i am faulty
the toy that gets thrown out
during the factory checks
the one that gets put in the back row
i am a little bruised
(i will not lie to you)
(although i do not doubt
you can already tell)
a little broken
i am overemotional
i get so upset at the world sometimes
and begin to despise
everything that i am
sometimes.
.sometimes.
but i promise i will care for
you stronger and harder
than anyone has
before.
i promise to look at each
bruise you have on your body
and ask about it
and listen if you want to talk
and be okay if you don't want to
i will not ignore your broken pieces
i will not ignore your broken pieces
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
Songs run through my head
playing on shuffle
sweet melodies
to dark songs of sorrow
songs with the power stick
in a overflowing overemotional mind
songs run through my head
singing all day
and all night
happy songs
sad songs
with the power to change me
songs run through my head
unphased, unaffected by everything
else happening in my brain
When the facts are forgotten
the songs remain
when nothing else is there
the songs stay
The songs save me
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
You're supposed to get up every day and walk with purpose
Smile and greet others
Push your cheeks up until it hurts
Laugh at the right times and be quiet when you're told
Be kind
Apologize
Make sure everyone knows they're important because you're not sure you are
And as a woman you must be gentle and loving because women never lose their temper, never think ill of somebody else, never let that all important façade drop
You're pretty sick of it
because you feel like you're dying
but no one takes it seriously because you're an overemotional female
So it's probably just hormones *** you know) and you'll get over it in a few days
Yes, you're fine, you say when asked because you know they don't really want to know
what goes on inside your pretty, smiling head
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:55 PM UTC
Don't make me out to be so
Overemotional
Irrational thoughts seldom come to mind
I've got it all together
Well...
I mean to say my screws ain't loose
But you know it all falls down sometimes
So forgive me if I just want to feel everything
I've known sadness
Because I've known you
It's maddening how numb you are
Empathy
Simple
But you've dressed it in complexity
So don't make me out to be so
Overemotional
When all I have are feelings
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 2:47 PM UTC
Was that all you wanted?
It seems like I set myself up again for this to happen.
He seemed so perfect, so plastic, so unrealistic.
A heart of clay, molded to make me feel like it was all alright.
I remember the first time he said my name "you're so beautiful,"
We had talked a dozen times before.
That smile, a project I'd continued just to find out how it worked,
How was he so brilliant at making my stomach collapse?
I wish I didn’t remember.
I don't know what to do, just thinking about him.
And I think about what he's done to me.
I know I'm insane, I'm still so amazed I even tried.
To be with him was something I would never erase.
He was the one thing I knew that would **** me inside.
In this bed I'm losing sleep completely.
Just a little child, not even seventeen, strangled and ripped.
I'm too overemotional.
I’m too attached to things I’ll never get back.
I wish you the very best, the way it's looking, you’ll find somebody better than me,
Who does these things you want.
But I’m uncomfortable, it's too predictable.
I don't even know who I am.
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 7:02 PM UTC
When you're here were #goals and Instagram worthy yet when you're gone I just feel empty. You called me disgusting but corrected yourself and said my actions were disgusting. I take the bullets of hurtful phrases that our friends fire at both of us yet you are left unscathed. I on the other hand am shattered and falling apart. Breaking like a window and falling into the shards. But I still love you. You tell me that I'm overemotional but how can I not be when you use my largest insecurities against me and then say that you're joking. A huge important date arrives yet you're off with your friends. What's worse is when I tell you how I feel you dismiss me and say I should understand. But it's fine because I'll cry about it tonight and realize I was the one at fault because I'm overemotional and I shouldn't have made you feel bad. Tomorrow I'll apologize and then you'll say you're at fault and then we'll hug and say I love you and we'll both forget it and we'll be fine. But of course you aren't all bad because when my mother torments me at 11:30 at night you come over and we go on a drive where I cry and my makeup is everywhere yet you tell me I'm beautiful. I told you I was gaining weight and showed you my stretch marks you kissed them and said that everyone has them. When I tell you that I'm done with this life you never tell me to stay for you but instead you give me reasons to stay for myself. I really hate you sometimes but even when I feel that I can't be near you I can't help but think that
I love you.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
Overdramatic
Overshown
Can’t donate or share
Something I own
Overused
Overdiagnosed
But I know I have it
Looms over; my personal ghost
Overrated
Oversimplified
Not “feeling worried”,
Feeling like you’ll die
Overemotional
Oversensative
People complain
Even when I’ve got a sedative
Understand it’s not an
Understatement
When I say
Anxiety’s complicated.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC
Love is a painful thing, with it's varying degrees, it's overemotional arguments. It gives someone power over your heart, a power that is often misused. Every time it is, it feels like they've taken away a piece of your heart, and stomped the life out of it. When it happens so often you are numb to it, you are not loved, you have been used.
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
Stuck between overemotional and emotionless at the same time.
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 2:43 PM UTC
you are allowed to be sad
it does not make you weak
you are allowed to cry
it does not make you overemotional
you are allowed to fall in love
it does not make you dumb
you are allowed to express who you are
it does not make you weird
you are allowed to be yourself
that is so beautiful
you
you are so beautiful
you are so bold
you are so worthy
you deserve the world in the palm of your hands
do not forget
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC