"overestimate" poems
if i took a spider egg and put it in a cage all alone, would the spider react all on its own?
would the spider know how to get food by himself, or would the spider need help, just like you or myself?
could the spider make his own web? or would he need a teacher?
would the spider be nice? or just become evil?
could a spider live on its own? without having a home?
im guessing the spider isnt that different from you?
but then again the spider didn’t work all on its own
i put it in a cage for him to be all alone
he needed the help like you and myself
he couldn’t make his own web, no one taught him he was alone by himself
a spider is just like you and i
he needs a little help to get by
people overestimate things we can do all alone
we are just like spiders we need a real home
look at your friends with open minds
and accept them with flaws on there sides
some spiders are like humans they dont always have a home
but with help from each other they dont have to be all alone.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
There was a boy who loved a girl
And that girl adored that boy
The boy was happy and loved himself
The girl was full of self hatred and couldn't feel any joy
He didn't understand why she hated herself, couldn't she see he loved her even if she was depressed?
She couldn't understand why he liked her, couldn't he see she was a mess?
"You're such a narcissist." She'd laugh but she was secretly jealous
And she wondered how it felt to like yourself
She was amazed at how he always seemed to overestimate her abilities
He was stunned at how she always seemed to underestimate herself
She knew he deserved better though and tried to retract
But they were too in love and this is proof that
Opposites really do attract
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
over two thousand people have jumped off the Golden Gate bridge
and I don’t think a single one of them thought about how weak
hydrogen bonds are.
I don’t think a single one of those two thousand plus people
thought about the fact that it was water at the bottom of their drop.
to me, it seems common knowledge
that hydrogen bonds are the weakest link that elements can make.
people overestimate the strength of surface tension,
even from such a high place.
hydrogen bonds will always break,
just like me and you.
just like mentality
just like sentimentality
just like reality
just like knowing that i’ve only got a year left with you,
cause god knows we aren’t gonna stick it out after high school.
we’re a hydrogen bond in which
i am the hydrogen
because in every situation i find myself to be the weak link,
like everyone else is better off without me.
the problem is, i don’t know what other people are thinking
when they think of me,
because i’m no mind-reader and i’ve never been a good guesser,
so maybe some of those two thousand plus people who
jumped off the Golden Gate bridge actually did think about the weak link,
the lack of strength in hydrogen bonds, the possibility of water
giving out under their weight and their survival rate.
i read somewhere that no matter how you try, your body will do everything
it can to keep you alive. maybe it’s not just your body,
but also your mind manipulating situations to best advance your
survival probability.
because maybe, just maybe, no one really wants to die.
maybe, but it’s a big maybe, because i can’t read minds.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
Don't underestimate how little i can do
don't underestimate how easy i can break
tough isn't a jean jacket and black boots
lipstick doesn't mean **** yet strong
running away doesn't mean my lungs can take it
never looking back really don't mean a thing
don't overestimate me
i'm a real good liar but i ain't good for much else
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 4:08 AM UTC
What would I give,
Just to keep you close,
I hope I stay close,
To your inner world.
Will you remember?
Remember tonight,
Remember yesterday,
Do you recall with fondness?
Do I overestimate your conscious?
Does the voice appreciate,
Tell you to take a moment,
Take snapshots of the split seconds.
Will you remember?
Remember tonight,
Remember yesterday,
Do you recall with fondness?
It's not that deep,
Let's just be kings,
Lose a couple games,
What's the latest in your world?
Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 10:08 PM UTC
May my ignorance blind me.
For I'm a product of the 90's,
Instead of being like Jesus,
we all wanted to be like Mike.
Is that facetious?
Or sound just about right?
Right...? No Left,
Child Act Behind...
they say my dyslexia forever disrupts mind...
my...mind...
He yells louder,
*"Why am I wasting my time
with you Brock?
You don't want to learn,
God ******
Quit staring at the clock!
Now go on read the sentence
and annunciate on that last word,
don't overestimate the time,
It is not going to move any faster..."*
There I sat boiling, as he wagged his finger in my face as he stood behind,
tempting me to call upon my intrepid Power Ranger besieged mind.
I would cut his head off with a swoosh of my sword,
sparks go flying and down goes Zedd-Lord.
*"God ****** Brock it's Lord-Zedd!"* , I shouted in my own head.
So, in my imagination;
I still cannot properly read.
Where will this get me?
No where fast...
I work continually, properly, systematically, honestly, legitimately, every way I can to learn every word I want to know.
That's where I want to Go.
Like I said, I'm a product of the 90's.
A whole generation discovered off the product of:
I find me.
Instead of having the powers given to us, we worked for them.
And that is the difference between Jesus and Jordan.
And that is the difference between Jesus and Jordan.
And that is the difference between Jesus and Jordan.
May my knowledge open eyes.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
Today is the beginning of a new day so start it
by knowing that you have been given this day
to use as you will and know that what you do today
is important because you are exchanging
a day of your life for it.
Life is not about expecting, hoping and wishing,
it is about doing, being and becoming
and the choices you have made not yesterday but today
so talk happiness, talk love, peace of mind
and talk health.
Forget the mistakes of the past and press on
to greater achievements of the future
believing in yourself and having faith in
your abilities because when tomorrow comes
this day will be gone forever and what we
have left behind, be it love or poetry
all we can do is hope that others
learned from us.
Come out from behind the clouds and shine
and decide that you will not live an unlived life
and promise yourself to be so strong
that nothing can disturb your peace of mind
while you think only the best
and expect only the best.
Be aware of the treasure that you are
and don't lose sight of the beauty
that surrounds you while in your quest
for some rare and perfect tomorrow.
Don't wish me happiness, just wish me
courage, strength and a sense of humor
knowing that I need them all
to go on living.
The real test of courage is not to die
but to go on living knowing that courage
comes first and that reality follows courage,
truthfulness follows courage, so be courageous
and everything will fall into place
and don't overestimate the competition
or underestimate yourself because
you are better than you think. Jon York 2013
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
Amanda,
Do not become the spying rat,
Do not invade their habitat.
Do not become a ****
Do not do the scientist's evil deed.
He does not care for his fake plant,
You are simply a decoration,
He is using you.
Bought for beauty, thrown on the shelf.
Do not overestimate yourself,
fake a strong back,
and bluff about the things,
you are lost in.
You will not win.
Amanda,
Chop off your synthetic stem,
before you grow into something so unknowingly fake.
Amanda,
Do not make people up,
and drop them like impostor petals.
Do not make excuses up,
or blame your actions on substances,
to salvage your pride,
and save your lies.
Do not fake life amongst the butterflies.
Accept defeat.
Burn from it,
Learn from it.
Regrow from your ashes,
Like an organic phoenix.
Fall with the seasons,
Nutritional blue.
We're living, we heal.
We always do.
Amanda,
Save scars as reminders,
And only open the wounds,
When you are too.
Remember the things that we once knew,
put past us as we said we grew,
and lied to ourselves,
as we sprouted plastic leaves.
Turned into information thieves.
Repeat this course, like a failed grade.
Re-burn from it.
Yearn for a different ending.
Like a request that is pending,
Flashing yellow, like the neighbor stoplight,
And it maybe, maybe, might,
Change,
Amanda.
Jun 20, 2011
Jun 20, 2011 at 1:47 PM UTC
for years I haven't been worthy
I've never written on the left side
I've never counted the right amount of rungs on the ladder of my life
I'll always overestimate
I'll always be underestimated
my legs will fall asleep sitting indian style
I'll lie to myself so many times
I am a thief
my ashtray is overflowing with my secrets
***** ashes of who I used to be
smug butts of forgiveness and regret
you'll never see me as solid
or balanced
I'll never see myself as anything other than the deepest wanderer
and that is an unkempt mess to you
a rushed maneuvering of the wheel
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 1:51 AM UTC
I thought this change
Was for the better
For me, myself and I.
A chance to meet new people
Be liked
Be helped
To find myself
Different from the past I thought
Never to be true
I overestimate what we can do.
This change though
Only months old
Was one too many
BAD
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
I overestimate how much I can handle.
All of the time.
I just now discovered this about myself.
It changes nothing, I will always take on the world.
Even if it kills me.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 5:45 PM UTC
And what did happen,
Mr. McLean?
What happened when the music died?
Did they sing "bye-bye"?
Or perhaps something more tragic took place.
Did they cry?
Did they, themselves, die?
Not a tear shed, not a sound made as she, with grace, spoke her parting words.
For what good is dancing if there be no rhythm?
For what good are instruments if they do not fulfill their purpose?
What will the birds do?
How can we define a beautiful noise, "like sound to my ears"?
I think it wise to overestimate the sanctity of those harmonies we cherish with such intensity.
Practically a religion, we tithe our money for its funding, we congregate to listen together, and we recite its verses akin to a scripture.
Forever remember the day it died, remember it as a fallen war victim, as a martyr.
Only dying for what it knew best,
For what it was, and for what it did in others
Honor her with silence, for singing is no more.
Remember that it died with pride,
Remember that, as it sang its final note, it echoed,
"This'll be the day that I die"
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
perhaps fragments are easier to maintain?
patching up, trying to make up for the gaping hole within my soul, its arduous.
i found more holes, more empty spots in the crevices of my sanity, confidence and abilities.
i found out what i needed to work on, but i left my words behind
the utterances that used to echo in my head to spur me forward.
but this led to them shattering into fragments, falling onto my bare feet, piercing bare skin.
yet i found that these pieces didn’t always fit, involving the need to severe some portions off.
i found what i should work after, and along the way i’m picking up the pieces.
and most of the time, i'm just being foolish.
i noticed that i largely overestimate myself.
but reaching a point where it get overwhelming, i shy back into the comfort of a damp, crumbling cardboard box.
i like to explore things, snuggling up against the warmth of cotton knit sweaters.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
i thought we were the same
but turns out i was just wasting
time
lying to myself.
i have a tendency to
overestimate
and over analyze
but it seems that i was wrong about you
is it that you've finally realized what i am
or do you just not care
anymore
tell me what did you run out of more quickly
**** to give
or time to waste?
actually
don't answer that.
you're too predictable and i know you too well..
i'm growing bored
and tired
of playing the same games. i've told you this.
i need a new puzzle to solve.
a new song to sing.
a new life to ruin.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
I put you up, higher than the rest,
But you went and climbed your way down.
I always kept you above my head and gave you everything that I had left and all you did was bury me underground.
As hard as I tried to dig my way from the ground,
Your actions have kept me tied up in the hand.
You were my number one,
And what kills me most is that I used to overthink about you all day long,
Now I barely keep the thought of you in my mind
And that feels absolutely wrong.
All I did was overestimate you because I thought you were different than everyone else somehow.
My vision was blurry from all the streaming tears on my face, but I managed to wipe them confidentially and never hesitate.
Today we barely have anything to say,
and eventually I will have to live it anyway.
You used to be something enormous in my eyes,
sadly you collapsed from the pain you put me through that made me feel like I was about to die.
I guess it's a matter of priority from someone being something to almost nothing.
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
Two thousand downloads from societies web
Only in one day, a certain success
A few users left, but mostly did stay
For whats to say, “They Will Come Back and Play”
The penalty for leaving
if you even pose the thought
bullying, laughter, certain weeping
for trying have said NO
If you decide on leaving
And simply glare the thought
Your bed will hunt your body
Until you decide to oppose
Tell everyone your not angry
For how are they going to know
They know you are a player
Even when they did wrong.
Make your opinion shallow,
Make sure to think like them
Deny that you like certain things
that way you´ll have a chance
The game with settled winners
The game that leaves you hope
Don’t overestimate the gammers
They have played for far too long
They teach you to play stupid
to never pose a threat
to tell your friends you love them
while thinking about betray
They don’t know what you like
thinking you are like them
trying to fit in
but knowing that you can’t
COME AND PLAY SOCIETIES GAME
only a few winner, but EVERYONE STAYS
Why are you still part of it
Are you afraid what’d they´ll say?
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
I think in rhymes and melodies. I think in anger and in hate. I think in lust and in love. I think in pain and in numbness. I think in blood and in sin. I think in light and in dark. I think in Heaven and in Hell. I think in ink. Everything that passes through my head is written down. My dream and nightmares. My happiest thoughts and darkest secrets. My mind is an endless maze of left and rights, no direction to string together a normal sentence.
There is no way to understand my thoughts. What I say and what I think are worlds apart in so many ways. I'm not nearly as put together as I once tried to believe I was. I'm good at looking like it.
When someone says 'The people with the biggest smiles have the most pain', they are often not wrong. I will keep you believing I am A-okay in the halls, but in four walls I am a mess. I'm a million pieces put together into one, but I'm one piece shattered into a million. You can see me scattered on the floor in blood and tears and I can see no light at the end of a tunnel.
Twists and turns are supposed to lead us right, but I only seem to end up left. Take that however you want.
Do not overestimate a smile.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 2:13 AM UTC
Silence conform
be of Who You Are nothing more that is what Society is teaching us this is what we are adapting to we overestimate all our sayings in the power of which we believe you'll make us evolve foreclosing off options if no one will see the enemy that we are fighting is nothing besides us slowly destroying isn't only the animals but the ones who try to tell the story
silence conform be from what we are our information what we are Will Tell Us Where to Go silence conform you know what we are follow the words of which that came before
silence conform follow the same rules while Society deems everything unnecessary
silence and Conformity will **** us all if no one ever can see past that barrier passed the fog of which is societal standards if no one can think outside the box there will be no box just the silence and Conformity of utopian society which isn't peaceful at all just closed off from the world.
silence and conform the
two deadliest swords
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
You told me you'd always be there for me,
so where the **** are you now?
Why are you never here
when I need you most?
I know you always push everyone away,
but I never expected you
to do it to me.
And I'm crazy one
for having the audacity to think
that I actually mattered to someone for once.
But the thing is,
I always overestimate
how much I actually matter to others,
and I know
that if I truly mattered to you
I wouldn't be so easily replaced.
You said that you were my best friend,
so why did you lie to me?
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
with a shaped sun bursting through
my eyes. It was my first attempt at
being wise,
They overestimate my knowledge,
overestimate my experience,
I am a ****** easily undone,
trying but succeeding none.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
I don't know why
I'm surprised-
I'm vain and I always
Overestimate my worth
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC
Arrogant we are
each night, and night again,
to look upon a sea of stars
where not a soul has been,
and still believe if we were gone
the moon would cease to yawn;
no one would remember
that it's slumber brought the dawn.
The wind that whispers in our ear,
echoing the Earth,
in a way intends to say
"Recall who gave you birth,
for although you grow in number,
you really needn't fear,
I'm not as frail or fragile as I apparently appear."
And then She sheds a solemn tear,
which we mistake for blood,
when in reality
She's seen many a flood.
Though I suppose it could be sweat,
as such a weight we are to bear,
burdensome, like morning dew
is to mountain air.
We silly children never care
to overestimate our Mother,
foolish as we ever are
to think She won't recover,
yet should She decide to turn aside,
weary of our humble pride,
naught would stand between us
and Her fires gold and waters wide.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
Reciprocate, the cornerstone,
pile up the keepsakes,
the more refined the technology,
the more Vaudeville the ****** mistakes,
but that doesn't mean I'm immune
to tenderness--I could use some tenderness.
Tenderly now, your words, the soft words,
bring them to me in the sacred hours,
while the apartment complex sleeps deep.
Sing the soft words, your body supine
on the balcony. Stick your little fingers
in my mouth and draw out the side effects.
Project the man I once was back onto me
so that I might sew myself to the outline.
In your perfected feminine way, overestimate
my competence and build a life atop
the old man, the old me, the recurring me.
Warm yourself with thoughts of children,
of silver, of gold, of the roots of human desire
that split the ground and fuse with your feet.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
We overestimate ourselves on the wrong things, and underestimate ourselves for the right ones.
We manipulate ourselves to fail, yet we project our failure on others with righteous indignation.
Misfortune shouldn't come as a surprise, yet we still get "swept off our feet."
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 6:32 AM UTC