"overheat" poems
Tissue Paper Snowflakes
like tissue paper snowflakes i
break easily
i
get caught up in notions of things like love
and days like tomorrow
and promises like tattoos dyed into the skin of lovers
stuck in memories like first dates and love notes and make up ***
like tissue paper snowflakes you
are unique
you
are one of a kind.
in kindergarten they told me no two snowflakes are the same
even though probabilistically speaking
you are almost guaranteed to have a twin.
like tissue paper snowflakes you
want to be cold
you
want to be but don’t have the strength.
you could not support the weight
that is frozen water
that is imperviousness to nonphysical things
like longing and sorrow and elation
and things unlike make up ***
like tissue paper snowflakes i
am deceptively fragile
i tear
from things that are crushing
like dreams
and lies
and arms wrapped tightly.
i weaken from over use,
i ignite from things that overheat
like cigarettes
and us.
like tissue paper snowflakes we
are from one sheet
we
once bled together
our crooked edges match to form
straight lines.
like tissue paper snowflakes we
found beauty in ordinary roots
we
created texture from flatness
and
complexity from things that were not complex
and
like tissue paper snowflakes
we are weakened only by our own accord.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 10:34 AM UTC
Tube worms hellish creature
Centurion of pitch and isolation
No internal altimeter
Pressured to bake and cook life
Take energy from pressured light
Press and push and valve and close
Entrenched, in line to another world
A planet a dot, a dot a spot
a spot a rock, a rock a dot
Wiggle waggle struggle straggle
Life and death, dream and cot
It is hot down here
In passion of dream
and the brain can easily
Overheat
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
trust, mine own enemy mine
i trust you less than i love you
and i don't love you much
love, my distant friend
your fingertips ghost my skin
once every couple lifetimes
hate, another's waste of time
i haven't the capacity to give
someone i dislike so much thought
anger, you abusive lover
kiss my knuckles when you bruise them
warm me from the inside
anger, you deserve three stanzas
such a permanent fixture in my life
always there, by my side
anger, warm me from the inside
'til i overheat and explode
winter isn't here but there's cold in my bones
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC
My bed has been cold
for far too long.
The empty pillow beside me
seems so wrong
and when I think about your head lying there
I get feelings much too strong.
My emotions well up inside me,
they bubble up and over,
soon I struggle to breathe,
yet I cannot hide under the covers.
You won't be there
waiting to take it all away
you won't be there
to tell me it's okay.
I know I need to deal
but these thoughts feel so real
and I don't think I can cope
with this endless lack of hope.
Yet I must laugh at myself,
for well I know
you are on your way to me
even as we speak.
You would swim the Atlantic I'm sure,
just to see that I don't freeze.
You'd rush to warm these blankets
and do everything to please.
This knowledge makes me smile
and suddenly I see,
these sheets are not so cold
and these hopes are not so dead
and I know that soon your warmth
shall overheat this bed.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
Three nights in a row, you came to me,
And it still was only Wednesday.
I tried to help you each time--
I sang songs of my heart,
But you demanded
An orchestra.
So I failed,
Of course.
"Thanks."
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
"you don speek my languish"
"I'm learning. Learning takes time so leave it to me."
"I'll wait anoth ur 150 yeers, if you are not fluid it is good see yeah."
"'Goodbye.' You don't speak my language either."
"you don speek my languish."
waiting politely, Tinkerbell glow fading curiously into the overheat overwhelm of city neon and street lights, Soul's glazed eyes of hypnotic intuition begin to close.
"150 yeers. meet me everywhere."
Fading into a geometrically dark centre (dark as in far too bright, similar to when one stares incessantly at anything at all and the peripheral begins to fade into whatever greater colour scheme the senses have meshed into a Rorschach blot you've been asked to interpret), Soul fleets a smile (you feel Soul's smile, as Soul has no real face- Soul has all faces and hence none).
"Goodbye. You will find me when you find yourself."
"You do speak my language."
"I do." Soul whispered back, adding--
"It is you who doesn't."
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 7:35 PM UTC
tame like a grenade
that's waiting to be dropped,
hold on to the extent
as you are about to erupt.
your release is ready
it had reached it's peak.
Sizzle like a hot rod,
Extreme overheat.
Mar 9, 2011
Mar 9, 2011 at 9:57 PM UTC
*Do you know just thinking of you
makes my heart overheat?*
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 4:14 PM UTC
**Can't explain, your lack of concern
Shallow mind in the shallow gutter**
With all the other dark souls warm from their own light
They scare you; you can't help but lock the door and overheat
*Keep yourself away from these ugly people
So you can only lose it on yourself
I'm your Quasimodo dancing on stage with no music
Because I'm the music and it makes us all sick*
With all their behavioral token and superior thoughts
You smile hatefully and spit in their eyes
**You walk so high and you think of yourself
You think you're a prophet to everyone's problems
You are comic relief but you are not pain relief**
*I'm a problem to everyone and most especially you
I'm a ******* and I want you to know that
And that I'm always your low-life Apocrypha
Also know that suicide is the hardest place
for the living and breathing
And that sinners laugh below in a Heaven without actors
Because they know how hard they try*
No you don't
*So they perish
They don't ask for help
I waste everyday I try with myself*
I give all my energy for you
*You tell me who I am like I am
your holy bible*
You're pathetic
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC
She sees him once or twice a week
For services bought and sold
She keeps it all a bit hush-hush
Her friends she hasn't told
He makes her knees go wobbly weak
Her heartbeat gets so fast
She feels her body overheat
He makes her pant and gasp
They say she's looking good these days
They all are wondering why-
Why the jaunty spring in the step-
Why the sparkling eyes
Then one night with all her friends
She said I'll tell you a thing-
This is Wil, my personal trainer
And this my diamond ring
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
The question seems to lie in
Wether we are
We are the physical computer drive
Or the transferable background programs
Wether we are
Tied together in networks or an internet
Or wether we are a lone, disconnected monitor
Wether this place
Was created intentionally by an experimenting programmer
Or wether it is just a bug, a byproduct of natural binary
And if we
Have the computing power and memory storage to download the truth
Or if we'd simply overheat our circuitry
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
would you sell your mother for some cash?
watch her getting stripped, misused and harassed?
playing deaf to her calls for help
while greedy men cut her wild hair,
while they dig deep into her soils,
reaching for gold and precious oils
that simply didn’t come for them
but they search all over again,
would you close your eyes when
you meet her desperate stare ?
begging for some help,
praying to be saved ?
day after day
ignorance takes over care
as her once fertile skin
turns gray,
her tears face
draught,
skin wrinkles and fades
the life she gave you once breaks
under the pressure of her overheat,
but why bother?
she’s just a money-making machine.
you take, you greed, you win.
would you sell your mother for some cash?
then why do you sell our nature ?
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 6:19 AM UTC
"i'm always fine"
i've said that line
a thousand times before
that everything's okay
i'm sunny, i'm funny,
don't touch me
don't call my name like it's yours
i see blurs of peppermint and fingerprints
a hedonistic temperment
supplying my internal wars
that you don't have to fight
and it’s not your fault
but don't assume this is easy for me
to be what we were once, formerly
i feel too much, i overheat,
you touch me and i stall
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 10:38 PM UTC
The sun went down on a Sunday night
And didn’t come up again,
The clouds above were crimson and bright
And they shed life-giving rain,
The news came on at seven o’clock
In the morning, in the dark,
And said, ‘No sign of the morning sun,
The view from here is stark.’
I bounded up and got out of bed
And I hit the ceiling fan,
My arms and legs and my head were light
So I turned about and ran,
With every step, when I floated up,
I hit my head on the door,
And when I tried to jump, I hovered,
Six feet off the floor.
The news came on for a second time,
A comet had hit the earth,
And halted the rotation of
The planet that gave us birth,
It seemed that one side would overheat
And the people there would roast,
While we would freeze on the dark side,
When the sea iced at the coast.
The temperature dropped down through the floor
And it soon began to snow,
The wife lay huddling up, and said:
‘Now where are we going to go?’
But then the news had come through again
That a second comet hit,
Deep in the Russian tundra, and
The ground had shook with it.
It seems the earth had begun to turn
Once more, from the aftershock,
With everything back to normal then,
Whether it would or not,
But when the sun had come up again
We saw it rise in the west,
The week is reversed from Saturday,
What will they think of next?
David Lewis Paget
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
I practice origami with the universe.
The corners kiss before their bodies are pressed closer together.
Stars overheat and I, I catch the supernova before it fades like the memory of yesterday's events.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
As I did read your pretty words
My pulse it started rushing
I drank them in, slaked my thirst
My own they started gushing
Two like minds each other meet
We got on mighty fine
It made my pooter overheat
I had to make you mine
I got down on bended knee
You said yes my love I'm ready
Let's get married, I agree
With haste and alphabet confetti
l
And so to the appointed time o v
We gently sighed at every line e
The ceremony was divine
Our happiest day online m
e
Now all we need is you and me
No wish to read the rest d
Hit me with that punch-line babe o
You know you're the best
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 1:28 PM UTC
This obsession tortures me
This passion and burning desired
That overheat me
They temper in your icy words
Sending clouds and fog all around me
Screeching and screaming
Yet it's not enough to melt your ice
You're my ice queen
My crystal butterfly
Now and forever more
So cool and cruel
For letting me near you
But not close enough
To touch you.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
*I haven't been writing lately,
Can't get out of this funk.
Not sure what to do to get over this ****
I've been driving but I can't seem to pass the peak,
I kicked the car in overdrive, but it started to* overheat.
*I took a break and had a seat.
Got angry and started to overthink,
Remembered that it could be all over in a blink.
Realized I haven't been appreciating whats under my feet.*
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC
In summer I always long for Winter.
I want to wrap myself up into an indiscernible shape of scarves and shawls and pretend they aren’t just blankets that I’m wearing.
I want to sit inside while it rains and knit for hours.
I want to cuddle next to that specific man who will let me read and pour me more coffee when he gets up.
I dream of sugar plums and wooly tights.
But in the winter the novelty runs out quick. I get tired of wet socks and dry heated rooms.
In Winter I always long for Summer.
I want grass between my toes while I lay under a tree looking up at the changing negative space between branches.
I want to play in water under the sun with a paddle and a boat, in a current, on the sand as waves brush up to my manicured feet.
But summer looses its appeal as I overheat in the humidity.
In summer I always long for winter.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 10:18 PM UTC
My heartbeat drops
-Fitbit flatlines-
Senses overheat,
I plummet and do not resist.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
My anxiety is a large fur coat.
Its made of dead things
But it keeps me safe from the elements.
I overheat, most likely because I keep it on too much.
I don't want to risk a sudden cold front.
I don't want to ever be exposed to the elements again.
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
every night
i lay on my side
as miniscule tears
leak out the corner of my eye
stinging the skin
they seep down.
it's 3:51 am
and I'm realizing that
my body
is correlating
itself with
your vacant heartbeats.
i think of you
and all that you promised
and wonder if
these promises
remain,
and my body reacts.
i begin to overheat
and get worked up;
my veins jump and
my fingers twitch.
i distract myself
long enough to cool myself down
(to a more appropriate for the mood
frigid temperature)
but just as fast as
a rubber band
snaps back into shape,
you creep back
over the threshold
of my bruised thoughts,
and i begin to heat up
once more
thinking of how
the sun shines out of your ***
and that to me
the stars are
in your eyes.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 4:07 AM UTC
It’s so plain to see,
Just how you will regress,
How else could it be?
Living in that excess.
And in the scorching heat
You’ll be left dried out,
I bet you’ll overheat,
Consumed by all that doubt.
Jun 15, 2022
Jun 15, 2022 at 4:17 AM UTC