"overinflated" poems
Log in and lose all sense of what and who you truly are.
I see the ******** numbers and even more egotistical statements from people I would consider more typist than writers.
A child with the understanding how to play the game and cheat the system .
I see your trending yet again because your fake ID reposted your newest crap fest while others seem to avoid your work like ***** on the floor of a frat house party.
Ego you have my friend.
Talent for bullshitting well in check.
But as for the page your a child who stares at the ocean scared shitless from the shore .
It must be fantastic being the greatest swimmer never to set foot in the pool.
This write is dedicated to a certain poet who if I mentioned .
Well his ego would just tell him hey at least someone's paying attention.
Your trending yet again and at the end of the day .
When you step away from the comp your just a ******* with a overinflated ego and some fake *** numbers .
And if are paths ever cross you may ask.
Hey aren't you?
And my only reply will be .
Yes I will take fries with that.
Fin
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
I’m not straight
I’m not your doll
I’m not your toy
You can’t play with me
Use me
Then discard of me when you’re done
I will not conform to your standards
Because I made my own a long time ago
Before I ever met you
I will not wear a dress or makeup
Because it makes you feel better
And more comfortable
I will not listen to your lies
Because the truth speaks louder
In my mind
I will not let myself savor your ********
Because ******** is disgusting and
I’m not disgusting
You think I am
You spit on me
You laugh at me
But I don’t care
Because I’m stronger than you
I deserve better
I may be the same age as you
I may even be younger than you
But my heart and soul have suffered years
Longer than your short pathetic excuse of a life
Because the you behind your eyes
Deep down inside
Is a vortex of hatred
Blackness
And your overinflated ego
You’re so shallow
You can’t drown me with your spite
And abuse
So while you’re putting me down
The voices in my head are having the time of their life
Laughing at you
And your ****** up
Hypocrisy
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC
*Today I poured away my favourite beer
for the long awaited tomorrow's already here
tomorrow I dust my feet and wipe sweat off my face
because finally I've finished running this race
tomorrow I bend down to my shoes and free my lace
pen and paper down, in honour of the moment I rest my case
tomorrow I pat myself in the back and wish myself luck
for seemingly bright is a future that was once dungeon dark,
After writing the very last word in Human Resource Class
tomorrow I'll finally take a deep breath and out, alas!
Another beginning for preference of not using new
tomorrow I've got tops to pop goat's meat to chew
tomorrow I'll dance to the rhythm of momentary serenity
I'll shout out loud from a three years' pent up insanity
to set free the monsters that had sieged my psyche
tomorrow my life changes because I'll start another hike
an adventure to nowhere for that's what I call everywhere
this life hasn't been my cup of tea, neither has it been my food
so tomorrow I say goodbye to calculus, albeit probably not for good
I've learnt not to think that the last page means the story is over
No! Happily ever after doesn't mean no more rolling in the clover
tomorrow for once in my life I shed a tear of relief
it wasn't a record breaking hike but I've overcome the cliff
tomorrow I credit tension and debit nonchalance
I've lost a drink today but I'll make up tomorrow
****** drained and deadbeat till the bone marrow
forget the agony of the fateful arrow of sorrow
tomorrow I'm the man with the whip, the legend of Zorro
A butterfly ready to fly straight out of the cocoon
the air caught within an overinflated balloon
tomorrow I start sailing the high seas once again
in the rocket ship of ambition, space bound shine or rain
for this isn't one of those stories of escapes so narrow
but one of years in a fortress from whence I get acquitted tomorrow*
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
I see those words of trite frivolity
Words of surface anger and childish spite
Words written to hurt others instead of relieve their own pain
Defended by your words of seeming righteousness
I see your words that seem to propagate
The overinflated egos of the tedious, tiring, and mundane
Yet attack just the same the differences that make life interesting
I see the truth in your hypocrisy
I see the lies in your delusions of grandeur
I see popularity has been mistaken for true friendship
You lead your flock of insipid sheep to decimate the poetic landscape
Without acknowledging the beauty in the jagged rocks
Words hurt just as much to read as to hear
Even when they are not meant for my ears
I feel those words that have been seen as heroic
I feel their truth in an honor perceived by the selfish and vapid
There are no apologies for defending those who have already defended themselves
It breeds a mob mentality that works against what you claim to stand for
Freedom in all things
Free speech, free love, free artistic license
Yet censoring the unwanted by force feeding your opinion as fact
Spewing repeated derision, contempt, and disdain
That is not peace in poetry
That is not an honorable act
And it is not an oversight, sadly
I prefer peace and tranquility
To an eye for an eye
Vengeance has no place here
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
when you are a balloon that is overinflated
and you're breathing but your lungs feel dissatisfied
your body refusing to move but your mind
running at a speed you can't cope with
the taste on your lips;
like char from a piece of burnt meat
your mind screaming
at the same volume it whispers in
. . .
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 9:06 AM UTC
*In the Grandest Scheme of Things, the Ego-Sense of Self seems Overinflated.
We are Sparks materialized in prescribed form of Primordial Source*...
We are All the Sacred Wounds of her Original Innocence.
*The greatest, most Honorable Occupation One can give to this life is the refinement of the Self.
In so doing, the raising vibration affects as ripples in a pond.
Effects Rate of Energetic State of Being*~
Everywhere All Around
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
who are we without are ****** egos
without are overindulgent narcissism
without are overinflated *****
in our own mouths
swallowing our own pride
how many selfies will it take
before we know our selfs
how much self pride will it take
before we realize we have nothing
to be prideful for
nothing more than civilized savages
of casual cruelty
so quick to anger
so willing to hate
so willful to ignorance
so blind to love
love
the only thing that makes
our miserable existence worthwhile
the only thing that makes our suffering
worth breathing through
yet we sit blind gazing
at our brief moments of eternity
trusting the lust of our eyes
over the truth of our hearts
giving into the desire
of instant gratification
to avoid the fear of being alone
the desperation of feeling lonely
pretending to know love
as we sit side by side
while drifting miles apart
strangers speaking different languages
smiling through the pain
******* away the time
as our flesh erodes
as our bones weaken
as our hearts fade away
from what we could become
how hollow is the echo
of what was once the song
of our hearts
how shallow of a river bed
have we made of our blood
is there anything but oxygen
filling our empty lungs and
if we let go of our egos
if we threw away our vulgarity
what would we find
what would we become
if we closed our eyes
and saw with our hearts
would we feel then
that we could be beautiful
without the cruelty of our narcissism
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC
In my complacency and distraction
I over indulged
Allowed myself too much of the things the make me happy
And spiralled out of control
As a human
A system
Built on balance and order
I tilted
Tipped the scales
And my self punishment
Will endeavour to fix me again
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
She is an amazing writer.
A Little One delighter.
And a kick *** demon fighter
When she appears my day gets so much brighter.
Her name, I have discovered, can be used as an acronym for the phrase; Sun And Moon.
When was I hit by this new revelation? Why some day during this week, maybe late afternoon.
I think that it is almost, if not, the perfect way to define what she honestly means to me. Oh how I love my nonbiological big sister; the awesome loon! :D
Seriously! I mean it guys, she is killer! Whackier than the best possible cartoon!
I can tell you guys this one thing.
When she gave me my nickname.
I felt so high, like I was standing on the tip of an inflight airplane wing.
With a smile that just might put the Cheshire Cats' to shame.
So happy that I wanted to sing.
My heat nearly burst, as if it was an overinflated hot air balloon.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
I want to write but cannot find the words to craft a line
The tales of hurt, or beauty, love, of how one day you’ll be mine
The rhymes have all been done before, originality’s dead
Another overinflated art, a hideous beast we’ve fed
Perhaps if I
Changed the rhyme
Each time the stanza changed
Then maybe I
Could buy some time
With this plan so feigned
Why do I continue? God only knows
I have no story to tell
No tales of encounters with angels
Nor trips through fiery hell
I have a love, who greatly inspires me
But the way my heart sings forth
Is not in verse; it is quite plainly
I can write a poem that get’s on everybody’s nerves
Nothing new here; just reused words
I can write a poem that we’ve already heard
And that’s all I can do
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 11:07 AM UTC
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing"
When I think too much
the flashbacks come
my adventerous neurons
deep in my hippocampus
digging through like
macabre antique finders:
I hear shouting
insults glide towards me
like a puck
on a shuffle board
titled "Gaslight"
I see a raised palm
threatening to slap me
a slow moving computer
that needs to cool down
I hear her mock:
"Why don't you just leave?"
inarticulate in describing
the theft of my free-will
absolutely stuck like
a figure on a foosball table
The present catches me
and I hear again
"What's wrong?"
I want to say what's wrong
but that would take time
Would take gaining trust slowly
like filling up a bucket
from a faucet plugged with rust
Would take breaking of
improperly healed fractures
before treatment can soothe me
Would take time spent crying
to release pressure, my body
like overinflated tires
Would take going to that
dark closet called abuse
Would take risking everything
and losing it all again
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
Watch closely as I construct my Monday forecast,
I see clouds shifting this way with bags under its eyes,
A rainy day is approaching,
It's been summer for over a year,
It's been gloomy at times,
I've had the occasional sprinkle,
But, there is a storm headed this direction,
Expectations.
You see, it didn't drizzle that day,
Stuck in a drought, I crave the waters of the sky,
But when you expect things to happen, the head is rotated counter clockwise,
I sit and wait, way too much,
My love used to say that,
The queued are the ******* your patience will let you down like tears from the sky,
I feel her words with every innuendo of new days to come,
Expectations.
They are glorious dreams to rocket a brain into space,
But, what goes up must come down eventually...right?
I tried to think the worst, but when the tears slid down her cheeks, my heart lurched,
It rose with a recharged happiness that I have never felt before,
Once again, her first words spitting "I can't",
Poking a hole in my overinflated pumper, the juice leaks into my stomach,
A wounded gut,
She is always right,
This heart was floating so high, but with a puncture...it scattered like a runaway balloon,
Expectations.
You love em',
You hate em',
But hating them is a quick glance into what is next,
Live for now,
Love later,
Conquer your ridiculous hopes,
Goals-
And those pesky expectations.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
it's quite
unfair
isn't it?
you're just used to this kind of thing already.
this isn't your first gig.
you've done this several times already.
you've liked someone before
you've flirted with someone before
you've been on dates before
you've kissed girls before
you've been with someone before
you've broken up with girls before
you've already done this before.
what about me?
this was my first gig and i can't help but
still think about it.
it's already been like
what?
almost
five months now
since we've happened.
how are you dealing with this?
knowing you
you've most likely already forgotten about it.
you're completely over it like you are with the other girls.
i can't say i hate you for it.
if anything, i commend you and i genuinely wish i could do
the same thing.
i'm still kinda stuck in limbo.
thinking about how you first kissed me in the movie theater.
it was dark
only the screen to illuminate us.
then you kissed me once
and asked for another afterwards.
you're a charmer, you know?
of course you do, your ego reminds you everyday.
maybe i should hate you because of that.
because of your overinflated ego.
but i can't.
i really can't.
why can't i?
i say i'm over it, but i'm here writing about it.
if only you broke up with me for something else.
something i could despise you for and instantly forget that
we
ever happened.
but that didn't happen.
you broke up with me for something reasonable.
and until now, you continue to stay with me and support me in my endeavors
and i tend to do the same.
like i owe it to you or something.
i do.
you've helped me through so much.
i just wish i could forget that
we
were ever really a thing.
it's revolting to just
constantly
be bombarded with the past
while you get to act like it never happened.
you're good at this, aren't you?
you've mastered
moving on.
while i'm left to deal with the remnants of something
that has long happened.
it's really just
unfair.
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
A figure draped in solitude
Sits alone
Atop the aura filled vacuum
Swollen by all it can consume
Those days
Long gone beyond
When mystic wizards
Could wave a wand
Creating spatial
Revelations
Amid the complex
Incantations
Now though ....
We're way too jaded
By the overinflated
ability
To disavow miracles
As we wait...in
..... impatient frustration
Not for the latest phone
But the file to open
for anything past 3 seconds ...
**** it !
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC