"overestimating" poems
underestimated, misunderstood, falsely accused...
so I glanced at a blank, it looked back
...I smiled, feeling confident,
it grilled me in disappointment....
then a mirror, liking what I'd thought I'd see,
it spat at me...
then within, this time without preconceptions,
I saw unequivocal greatness, glory, victory,
wings spreading, eyes glowing, countenance radiating
...I saw what none can, then realized it was a just a dream,
projected expection of the self amongst the selves,
greatness when I close my eyes to the world,
foul once awoken from the bliss of personal sanctuary,
I was my accuser, misunderstanding myself
overestimating reality by the measure of fantasy..
then, I looked around and saw in many,
that reality had completely replaced fantasy,
so how can they possibly see me?
why then, should I feel falsely accused?
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC
1) I am afraid of silent waiting rooms because I’ve never learned how to be alone with myself.
2) I am afraid of not being good enough because I’ve been told that these days, good isn’t enough.
3) I am afraid of still being on the first question while the rest of the class turns their exams in.
4) I am afraid of walking to the bus station too slowly, and having to desperately sprint at the end to catch up.
5) I am afraid of indecision. The only thing worse than making a wrong decision is being the coward who didn’t make one at all.
6) I am afraid of being lazy, so lazy that my suicide will be a pack a day and an unbuckled seatbelt.
7) I am afraid of how fast you are going, and
8) I am afraid of you leaving me behind.
9) I am afraid of being weak – of taking twice as long to wait for the elevator instead of just taking the stairs.
10) I am afraid of failure; more importantly, I am afraid of those unbearable seconds of silence that come afterward.
11) I am afraid of believing wholly and completely in eternal sunshine because I won't have an umbrella when I need one and
12) I am afraid of asking to borrow your extra umbrella.
13) I am afraid of good-old-fashion bad luck because can it make the rest of my fear arbitrary anxiety.
14) I am afraid of saying, “I miss you, I love you, please stay longer this time…”
15) I am afraid of naivety because nothing is ever said without a reason.
16) I am afraid of overestimating myself because someone once told me you see yourself as ten times more beautiful than you actually are.
17) I am afraid of giving my love to those who do not deserve it because they will not give theirs back to me.
18) I am afraid of wasting my time, because I do not have time to waste.
19) I am afraid of limiting myself. God knows there is always more I could be doing. Should be doing.
20) I am afraid of being honest. Honest like children. Honest like poetry.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
We will all be forgotten, of this there is no doubt, though we live as if a world without us could not exist. We grossly over-exaggerate our importance, arrogantly and drastically overestimating our relevance to the orbit of all the planets and galaxies, and living beings surrounding us.
How many years will your memory remain
in the minds of men and women?
Put your self in perspective. Reflect on how forgettable you are.
Stars and tears all disappear
Sean Hunt
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC
light littering a space in which i wish to sleep.
April-eyed chance, February-born desire,
failure spun by March.
fragrant trees on a campus weekend,
no one there to enjoy them.
walking slowly, and overestimating.
you can always count on reality to rush.
multiple copies of a book, only one in use.
truth rounded with the smog of manners,
where risk and restriction struggle.
foretaste of feelings on Wednesday,
and all too soon, your Thursday words
bleached with Friday morning.
i suppose death, too, is painful,
but then i remember
what it means
to sustain.
to know what you never will.
to know envy for the pages fluent
in the warmth of your fingers.
never knowing, what it must be like
to interrupt the coolness of your glasses
against the silent flame of your skin.
to know about the hidden avenues in your hair,
my hands have dreams about crossing.
i suppose knowing is painful,
as it is to know
these breaths i withdraw
to lock you
in my language:
they are all so terribly useless.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
oh expired chicken
you never tasted right
to begin with
shredded and unseasoned
marred by hints of skin
and cartilage
you were too embarrassing to share
and too expensive to discard
oh expired chicken
the aftermath of underestimating how much
is in each pound
and overestimating how much I eat
a shopping mistake made
after being a parasite to school cafeterias
and my mother's cooking
for eight months
oh expired chicken
throwing you away was harder
than cutting off an ex-lover
my heart yearns for what you could have been
(tasty food in my stomach)
even though you were never enough
you would make an indomitable enemy
an atrocious friend
and the worst boyfriend ever
we would have a toxic and trying relationship
but that is for another poem
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
Lightning struck and
Cracked the foundation
I've been building upon
Shaking my tower of
Preconceived priorities...
I'm falling now, slowly
Watching my dreams
Tumbling back in time
To the beginning...
I made a mistake when
I stacked to much pressure
Fracturing the stone that
All other things depend upon...
Now, I'm resting surrounded
By the wreckage I caused
By overestimating my own
Ability to hold it all together.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
.
( same as you )
xxxxxxxxxxxxx
We are so very susceptible
To overestimating
Our helplessness
)(
We don't have to worry about going astray
Death knows just exactly where we are
And won't let us become lost
**
that we are given a script by demons
Telling us to hate each other
And so we do
Is a very depressing thing to see
::
Pissant charlie
( for sure )
.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
We will all be forgotten
Of this there is no doubt
Though we live as if
A world without us
Could not exist
We grossly exaggerate
Our importance
Arrogantly
Overestimating
Our relevance
To the orbit of all
The planets
And galaxies
How many years will
Your memory remain
In the minds of men
And women?
Put your self
In perspective
Reflect on
How forgettable
You are
Stars and tears
All disappear
Sean Hunt Windermere 2016
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 6:58 PM UTC
Stop Overestimating The Power Of The Traditions That Society Continues To Live By Year After Year
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Did we kiss and was it nothing
Did we kiss and is it something
Do you have a thing
For me cause I do have a thing
For you and we could have everything
We ever wanted if we give this thing
A shot, will you give it a shot? Or was this whole thing
The end result of too many shots? I would give anything
To have your heart be set on mine. Maybe I’ve got another thing
Coming- overestimating and wishing like this. But there are way too many things
Here and none of them are certain.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
I'm no dealer, not a gambler,
But life doesn't seem to care, that I refuse to play.
Selfishly throwing me into the game of cards, I know nothing about,
Left to improvise, forced to make decisions, which I doubt are right.
Few hands played and I already lost quite much,
A beginner is an easy target for an expert-gamester,
No wonder, defeat is already knocking to my doors.
I paid costly for a tutorial, however, I am at gain- I learned the rules.
A pair is better than a high card,
Two pairs beat one, but descend to three of a kind,
Which is defeated by sequential straight.
Then, on top comes same suit flush, beaten by full house,
Which is nothing to four of a kind, but once again it’s not the one.
The hand, commanding over all, is almighty straight flush.
Now the game begins and it seems it’ll reach its end after a moment-
Overestimating novice is a mistake,
Common even for professional to make.
I did demonstrate to life how well I've done my homework.
Which rewarded me back with a royal flush, selfish yet generous life.
I am all in.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
Like the wolf,
I watch,
I wait,
Hidden amongst the trees
Foolish prey,
So loud,
So overestimating,
You think you are immune
I see all,
I see you,
I hear all,
I hear you,
Flaunting your colors,
Attempting to lure a victim once again
It will be the death of you,
Your demise,
As I bide my time,
Masked by the snow of humility
Under your hypnotizing feathers,
So pleasing to the eye,
Lays the shriveled remains of what was,
So desperately grasping,
Twisting nature’s fate for your own pleasures,
Trying to have what you cannot
When Winter is over,
Your feathers will be gone,
As the cycle of life starts anew,
No longer will you be a pretty bird,
They will finally see the real you
Like the wolf,
I will come out of hiding,
Searching for my worthy prey,
Of course I will walk right past you,
Because you are not worth the time of day
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
I'm a facsimile
a fake
emptiness filling me
I think
I don't know
it sinks
in a heart of stone
protected by gnarled bone
creating a hollow home
for veins carrying a mannequin's blood
so I can be Zap Brannigan smug
with no plan to win love
just fill a hole in my heart
when I draw and discard
avoiding any form of vulnerability
so I can act cruel willingly
and shirk my responsibility
to my fellow man
I'm well off ******
overestimating my self worth
to save me from getting hurt
by people that act like myself
this can't be good for my health.
Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 5:37 AM UTC