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"overrode" poems
Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--Swipe-- Before bed, first thing in the morning, when you randomly wake up in the middle of the night and can't get back to sleep, Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--Swipe-- In the beginning it's almost like a new toy or a car, the excitement when you first download it, the careful precision with which your profile is created, how into it you are all day all night, Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--Swipe-- Then slowly a pattern emerges. You get the insanely sporty ones, running, jumping, swimming, lifting freaking weights, and you think if I were looking for a personal trainer I would swipe right but no thanks. Then there are the travelers, on a world tour since the beginning of time with no permanent address, let alone any potential for a relationship, so you swipe left on instability. Then there are the 6 packs and no heads, making you wonder when muscles and treasure trails overrode eyes, and cringing at the sight of those semi shirt lifted body shots, you swipe left. Then there are genuinely you're not attracted type, too much baggage type, too good looking making you skeptical type, standing too close to girls type, reptiles as pets type, really bad grammar or purging emoticons type, alcohol is a hobby type, no ambition or future type, on all which you keep swiping left. Every now and then there's the just right type, with the right amount of words and smiles, sincerely looking for something more than *** or just good at pretending they are, so you swipe right. A match... You never end up talking anyway so swiping on, all day long, and you realize this is bull **** The only thing that's getting anything is your right index finger, and there are much better ways in which it too can be put into use. You realize even after expanding the age limits to highly questionable numbers and including the maximum area in distance, and proactively lowering your standards, you still haven't swiped right on Mr. Right. You realize you aren't looking but rather searching for that one face, that specific personality who already escaped between your fingers like that one cute guy you accidentally swiped left on a super drunk night while eating peanut butter out of the jar, or that one guy who you thought was perfect so you super liked but never liked you back. You realize you are searching for a specific person who doesn't have a Tinder profile but lives in the same building as you, who'll never swipe right for you even if he had the chance. So you unmatch all those stupidly silent, mute, mistakes of matches, reset the preferences to more respectable limits and... Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--
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Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
Tinder
Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--Swipe-- Before bed, first thing in the morning, when you randomly wake up in the middle of the night and can't get back to sleep, Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--Swipe-- In the beginning it's almost like a new toy or a car, the excitement when you first download it, the careful precision with which your profile is created, how into it you are all day all night, Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--Swipe-- Then slowly a pattern emerges. You get the insanely sporty ones, running, jumping, swimming, lifting freaking weights, and you think if I were looking for a personal trainer I would swipe right but no thanks. Then there are the travelers, on a world tour since the beginning of time with no permanent address, let alone any potential for a relationship, so you swipe left on instability. Then there are the 6 packs and no heads, making you wonder when muscles and treasure trails overrode eyes, and cringing at the sight of those semi shirt lifted body shots, you swipe left. Then there are genuinely you're not attracted type, too much baggage type, too good looking making you skeptical type, standing too close to girls type, reptiles as pets type, really bad grammar or purging emoticons type, alcohol is a hobby type, no ambition or future type, on all which you keep swiping left. Every now and then there's the just right type, with the right amount of words and smiles, sincerely looking for something more than *** or just good at pretending they are, so you swipe right. A match... You never end up talking anyway so swiping on, all day long, and you realize this is bull **** The only thing that's getting anything is your right index finger, and there are much better ways in which it too can be put into use. You realize even after expanding the age limits to highly questionable numbers and including the maximum area in distance, and proactively lowering your standards, you still haven't swiped right on Mr. Right. You realize you aren't looking but rather searching for that one face, that specific personality who already escaped between your fingers like that one cute guy you accidentally swiped left on a super drunk night while eating peanut butter out of the jar, or that one guy who you thought was perfect so you super liked but never liked you back. You realize you are searching for a specific person who doesn't have a Tinder profile but lives in the same building as you, who'll never swipe right for you even if he had the chance. So you unmatch all those stupidly silent, mute, mistakes of matches, reset the preferences to more respectable limits and... Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--Swipe--
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Dear technology, You replaced my emotions with emoticons Voice with fonts Love with likes Compliments with comments. You make distance seem so close But you have no sense of touch For you overrode internet connection over soul connection You gave me a list of friends, yet I feel so alone. You made me believe in a world all of your own Pictures to prove their existence Status to update me on their life And a message to make me feel connected.
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 8:06 AM UTC
Technology
It begins in our stomach A turning,twisting knot And it makes us fight it The most hopeless fight ever fought It rises to our chest Compressing every breath Eating away our heart Making us believe it is death It chills our clumsy hands Now pale and clammy with a sweat Fumbling, fluttering fingers Triumph and goal never met It slumps our wayward shoulders Weak and brittle with the load Falling for into our center Our last defenses overrode It slithers up the throat Bile threatening the mouth Lips trembling with fear Now parting to the south It finally finds our mind It is over; we are lost Desire has taken over And we must have them, no matter the cost
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 3:00 PM UTC
P2
They say when you are in a panicked state of mind you have to center yourself into the room in order to calm down You were there one night As my wildest emotions overrode me You told me to count to 5 and it would all be over Everything would be okay 1, 2, 3, 4... 5 It passed, those five seconds They just Passed I began to use this method whenever I'd begin to go into an emotional frenzy 1, 2, 3, 4... 5 Things began to pass and I became to realize nothing could be bad forever Especially after the countdown Days passed between the two of us and things did not seem the same As we sat in your car arguing about the little things You said the words "it's over, get out of my car" I sat there Shocked, panicked, so flooded with fear So I began to count 1 you yelled at me, "STOP" you said 2 you wouldn't stop screaming "I'm done with this, I can't anymore" 3 you stopped screaming and began to pick up my purse and jacket to hand to me dismissing me from your car 4 you said "this will not pass" 5 it didn't
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 3:44 AM UTC
Countdown
It caught me in its sticky web It overrode my tongue I lost control of what i said And of the things I’d done
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Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 4:29 PM UTC
Deceit
You have seen me at my worst When life pulled me down to the lowest place Yet not matter how far I have fallen Hesitation never finds your embrace I have written many poems about The way you make me feel But most of them were focused on Wounds that have since healed This time I want my words to show How grateful I am to have you here I know with my bad attitude Admiration is not always clear I said "I hate you" when I was younger More times than anybody should I didn't understand your restrictions My feet never walked where you stood You knew I didn't really mean it Love unwavering through my rage I'm sure you've spoken the same exact words To your own mother when you were that age I think you nag because you care But lack another way to express What you don't realize is that you would Get better results if you ******* less You deserve a daughter who makes you proud Not one who barely gets by But at least I am honest about my problems Instead of feeding you a happy lie You accept me with my many flaws Still praise the mess that I became I am lucky because most people I know Wouldnt be able to say the same You have always done the best you can No matter how great the sacrifice To see me succeed and fulfill my potential You would gladly pay any price Thank you for staying up all night To make me a costume for school You put in blood, sweat, spit, and tears Just so I could feel cool You would bake me cookies When we had parties in class Without seeking validation You just wanted me to pass And I remember the time my teacher called Because I had broken the dress code You showed up and gave him a piece of your mind Until his decision was overrode You've always fought for my best interests You'll forever have my back On my side even when I'm in the wrong Defending qualities I lack I could never explain how grateful I am To have a mom as amazing as you Supportive, protective, and  nurturing Caring and thoughtful too I hope one day I can prove myself Mistakes I promise to ammend All the effort you put in raising me Was worth it in the end
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Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 6:09 AM UTC
For My Mother
You have seen me at my worst When life pulled me down to the lowest place Yet not matter how far I have fallen Hesitation never finds your embrace I have written many poems about The way you make me feel But most of them were focused on Wounds that have since healed This time I want my words to show How grateful I am to have you here I know with my bad attitude Admiration is not always clear I said "I hate you" when I was younger More times than anybody should I didn't understand your restrictions My feet never walked where you stood You knew I didn't really mean it Love unwavering through my rage I'm sure you've spoken the same exact words To your own mother when you were that age I think you nag because you care But lack another way to express What you don't realize is that you would Get better results if you ******* less You deserve a daughter who makes you proud Not one who barely gets by But at least I am honest about my problems Instead of feeding you a happy lie You accept me with my many flaws Still praise the mess that I became I am lucky because most people I know Wouldnt be able to say the same You have always done the best you can No matter how great the sacrifice To see me succeed and fulfill my potential You would gladly pay any price Thank you for staying up all night To make me a costume for school You put in blood, sweat, spit, and tears Just so I could feel cool You would bake me cookies When we had parties in class Without seeking validation You just wanted me to pass And I remember the time my teacher called Because I had broken the dress code You showed up and gave him a piece of your mind Until his decision was overrode You've always fought for my best interests You'll forever have my back On my side even when I'm in the wrong Defending qualities I lack I could never explain how grateful I am To have a mom as amazing as you Supportive, protective, and  nurturing Caring and thoughtful too I hope one day I can prove myself Mistakes I promise to ammend All the effort you put in raising me Was worth it in the end
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Broken Arrow had an aim , Broken Arrow never wanted it to end , Broken Arrow was merely a person with hope that got trodden with time , It was suppose to reach its aim , but hardships overrode it. It got broken through life.
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
Broken Arrow
Hours in the rain, Trying to feign, Smiles and frowns, But could never drown, in your pain. You ceased to be, And I couldn't foresee, Things happening around, Silence was the only sound. Should I be or not be, I couldn't set my mind on thee, Inconclusive was the answer, All you wanted was to check my grammar, I saw that smile in your eye, It matched the purple in the sky. No, is not the intention, Neither is yes the solution, Somewhere in between I hang, Delusional is the yin and yang, 'I saw a magical creature, mom', Yelped the kid across town. I wish I could forge, The look in your retinal gorge, Simple exuberance overrode, The bridge we forgot to erode. You cannot just overlook, The hardship we undertook, In this apocalyptic, And ever so cryptic, This absolute reality, so majestic. And I forget to mention who, You! Just you.
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
You ! Just you.
Shall I compare thee to a sunny day? Our slow, bright morning starts blurring at nine, Back to those dew-polished grass where we lay, Your gentle fingers intertwine with mine But hold on, what do they feel like again? Were they soft, dry, or calloused, I forgot, They overrode themselves with muscle pain And the romance runs thinner than I thought: I stare at space knowing I can’t be yours, While you take over the physical me, The only sense I felt was that of floors, Blurring the edges of its boundary… ‘Tis too hard, no love weighs more than I recall, Perhaps I wasn’t meant to write sonnets after all.
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Mar 18, 2024
Mar 18, 2024 at 12:26 PM UTC
sonnet
I loved a girl once She was everything I ever wished for She knew how to brighten my days Knew how to make me smile even when it was hard to beat the frown I loved a girl once We took photos and kept them in an album Each time she was away I could look at them and imagine she was near I loved a girl once She told me she loved me back Did she? My jealousy overrode me all the time My mind was an architect of insecurities And so each bright day got dark Like our love flame was out of fuel I loved a girl once Yes I loved her But that love was short lived She walked away from me and never looked back For reasons unclear Only left me with questions Was it love? If it was, was it true or fake Because it withered so fast without the sun even being harsh on it.
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Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 12:04 PM UTC
I loved a girl once
Our bodies overrode Every last reasonable thought A ring encircled your finger But our love could never be bought I backed you up against the wall Passion surging as lips collided I poured my soul into that kiss The beat of my heart could not be silent I ascended into the stratosphere As I descended further into madness The more my lips tasted your every paintbrush The more residue adorned my canvas Months went by in a single blink Like a million lightning crashes My hands explored your every inch Until we were blind from all the flashes Bitemarks and dripping sweat Lovesick lust burning through a fever "I love you," was whispered in your ear "I love you too," made me a believer Wrapping your legs tightly around As I ****** myself inside of you I never once stopped to consider The repercussions of our love's tattoo You shattered me, tattered me And tore me completely to shreds But the way I ****** you, and loved you We should have never left the bed
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
Shreds