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Brody Blue Jan 2021
Overrunning!
Where once before
When somebody coming
Was someone worth loving
I left in vain
Not but so to keep
Wanting

Overrunning!
Forevermore
For you shall I
Be who I am
Becoming

Overrunning!
Wherein once more
When somebody coming
Was someone worth wanting
I fled in fear
So as not to lose
Loving

Overrunning!
Forevermore
For you shall I
Be who I am
Becoming

If I know one thing
It's not for nothing
For someone to speak
When one must say
Something

So I'll say one thing
Must I say something
Till I knew you
My love I knew
Nothing

Overrunning!
Forevermore
For you shall I
Be who I am
Becoming
Benji James Jun 2017
You wanted me
To take you in deep
You wanted me
To let you in
take you underneath of my skin
So this is where I thought I'd begin
I beat myself up
For every mistake that I make
Can't help it
When everyone's calling you stupid
And dragging you down
Even my own family
Says I'll never be
The star I wanted to be
I wanted to shine brightly
To prove I could become
The person that I wanted to be
But it seems
that'll never happen for me

Isn't it enough that I hate myself
Without being hated by everyone else?

I write songs about me dying
Truth is I don't wanna die
I'm too afraid to take my own life
Cuz I don't know what the hell
Is on the other side
I'd rather deal with the pain
That is burning inside
I'd rather have regrets
Overrunning my mind
Then find out,
what is on the other side
After we finish living our lives.

Look at the ****
I come up with
When I'm on my own
It looks like I'll sit here crying
All alone
And sometimes your only
A stone throw away
But somehow you still don't see me
I'm here suffering in agony
And your right there
Not seeing through my invisibility

Isn't it enough that I hate myself
Without being hated by everyone else?

I write songs about me dying
Truth is I don't wanna die
I'm too afraid to take my own life
Cuz I don't know what the hell
Is on the other side
I'd rather deal with the pain
That is burning inside
I'd rather have regrets
Overrunning my mind
Then find out,
what is on the other side
After we finish living our lives.

I shouldn't let this misery
Get the best of me
Ah all these people
Keep picking me to pieces
All I wanna do is scream
Cuz all the fragmented parts
Of my soul
Just won't fit back together
And the situation isn't getting better
And I'm falling deeper
Save me from this conscience eater
There's a monster growing inside
Overtaking my mind

Isn't it enough that I hate myself
Without being hated by everyone else?

I write songs about me dying
Truth is I don't wanna die
I'm too afraid to take my own life
Cuz I don't know what the hell
Is on the other side
I'd rather deal with the pain
That is burning inside
I'd rather have regrets
Overrunning my mind
Then find out,
what is on the other side
After we finish living our lives.

Can you show me
What it feels like
To be loved
To be loved
Can you show me
What it feels like
To be loved
To be loved
Isn't is enough
Isn't it enough that I hate myself
Without being hated by everybody else

©2017 Written By Benji James
Shadows of grumpy old MANisms
run through my channels
flooding my fjords
overrunning my shorelines
and scaring the kiddies
the schoolmarms
the chaff and the raff
   The kisses of clouds
upon my four bared cheeks
as I fall to the Earth again
explore the memories
that we shared together
while cloaked in mist
   The gray twilight shades and tones
take over like gentle music notes
soothing away the agitation and the
frustration of an aging mind
that I myself would run from
if I were still able

   Every day
your memory gets farther away
and so does the toilet
Don't ask me. I've already forgotten.
Sand Sep 2013
When I paint you against the canvas
Forgive my amateurish brush strokes
My eyes are dew from rolling mornings
So while you’re blurry and out of focus
My focus is consumed in capturing your fingertips
***** from digging into the fresh Earth
Your green thumb growing grubs
Overrunning manicured lawns
Gentle reminders that the land is free and wild and strong
That we don’t trample it like mighty giants
But instead it bears our burdens
That Atlas is just a myth because
Not even the most supernatural man
Would withstand the weight of the world
And the harsh truth is he’d busy himself on enslaving it.
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2015
.
Hands undecided,
Touch in the dark,
When even light
Is shy and flickering,
Candles lit, trying
To survive in caustic
Air and a hollow room
Where two old lovers
Reach, as they lie,
Feel for anything,
But what they feel,
Lost in a fog printed
On skin overrunning
With ambivalence,
Not felt by either lover.
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
Hands undecided,
Touch in the dark,
When even light
Is shy and flickering,
Candles lit, trying
To survive in caustic
Air and a hollow room
Where two old lovers
Reach, as they lie,
Feel for anything,
But what they feel,
Lost in a fog printed
On skin overrunning
With ambivalence,
Not felt by either lover.
pinkandwhite Dec 2021
It's still in my head
the sunlight overrunning the window
your kinda-shy smile
your large white t-shirt
the poetry book floating on your hands

how you made all the rest seem insignificant
your words
your way

your coffee cup half full
the sky half blue
your arms around me
will we be together soon?
Lindy Apr 2015
Letters that will never be sent crowd the inbox - white envelopes, red or black the same, message trains going nowhere except the flame - intricacies of anger - the minute delicacies of disdain flooded ink overrunning mountainous epitaphs because it is impolite to question the absent reader but euphoric to ignite the writer with all the tragedies descending from the top of the page concerning
Dear Darling,
Best wishes
Sincerely,
Yours.
Ayn Dec 2019
Side to side I look
Hearing the icy taunting voices
Of all these people
Talking behind my back
Ridiculing my every action
My every action is a mistake,
Even staying still is a sin.
My heart pumps my chilled blood,
Faster and faster
Until I feel my veins will burst
My mind runs faster and faster
Filled with terrifyingly venomous thoughts
Now they’re taunting me,
Pointing ambiguous shadowy fingers,
Laughing in deep, echoed unison.
My vision starts to turn as black as the figures.
I want to run
I want to run
I want to run
I cannot run
They will taunt me for running,
They will toss me around,
Taunting me and beating me,
Bruising me all the same.

Collapsing on the icy floor of hell,
My delusions got the better of me.
I covered my head expectantly,
Waiting for it to come.
My face was wet with perspiration.
But it was not perspiration,  
It was my tears,
I was silently sobbing,
Trying not to show them.
They would find out, but I don’t want them to.

The distant black figures are next to me now,
Crowding around me and pointing.
I’m now sure they exist.
Their heaving laughter rings through my ears.
Their breath hitting me with an infernal flame.
Their bodies radiate a subzero aura,
Chilling than heating me just the same.

The shadows start to replace my own reality,
I want them to leave,
I want me to leave,
Neither of us move.

Their ambiguous shape is standing inches away now,
They are still closing in,
Getting ready for the ****.
My delusions are reality now.
I feel I will die when they reach me.

Suddenly it all goes black,
Then brown
Then blue
Then white
I’m curled on the floor.
I remember my delusions and shudder
I try to convince myself that it wasn’t real
But I cannot fight the fear overrunning me
It was too real that time.
I know it only could get worse.
“Fun” hallucination that happened due to an unnoticed mental breakdown in public. I didn’t edit this one so sorry if it’s bad. I call my old (not really this one, it’s kinda new) poems that I didn’t edit raw copies, which means they are probably bad, but it’s good to show that stuff. Relatable poem? Prob not, but there may be a few other nuts (no offense) among this community. Wow this is a train wreck of a desc.
Ken Pepiton Jul 2021
extrapolate (v.)
"make an approximate calculation by inferring unknown values from trends in the known data," 1862

From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=extrapolate>
wadjew thank they was doin'?
I thought they was stretching a bit of known into a whatifery zone

we can defend, on auto,
our reason for being based on
doing the task of becoming,

we all remember being weak, once

you was a little bitty baby, and son,
yo momma coulda wanted you less,
doncha know,
sbeen so long since cain' been gone,
nobody hear or can holler
loud enough raisin' up
t' raise cain, hearken,
djathank it was u,
ambiguous u-un-uni-uni'n' so on,
you think
this and that, and think, I may absorb.
-------- the overrunning thing-stuff ----

The economics black box that changes
everything,
this witty invention, I heard,
it's a shemetic thing,
y'gnowadamean?

Phoenician ****** says,
his cargo master writes these signs,
that let not one broken amphora
be marked as delivered,
as it is written so it is paid, in common money,
with the exchangers at the bench,
all with ledgers, balanced to the mite/

- 2021, though, quest questing question

ever-like things, likeness is the significance of
such whys as modify the meaning in ever,
literal
actual
ever, every means like one of those ever
lasting things, forms, right, the idea
that functions as the spirit of an imagined
ever thing.
[[[[[

In this, these, yes
these common story tropes. Gno-
sense the comedies and tragedies
had casts and plots
to fit the needed emoting from the start,
since the first bee dance,
was done in human terms, the purpose,
show the way to continued life,
as a whole, human being mob.
Earthlings,
Earth,
can you hear the ....
no signal

[[[[[
There never was a hell, Jesus was telling a story
Onoma Mar 2023
led lights glaze

thru their city's fixity.

Ganesha's tree trunk

flexing a limb, rarified

birds leaking out of:

feather/color/paradiso.

a light going out with its

pinprick.

the fell hose of a gale,

Ganesha's trunk spraying

at Shiva.

strips of bark--overrunning

persistent droplets at

their side.

while set for a dry hanging.
'
With King Con back in his
Mara-a-Lago manse with
its sycophantic members
and his criminal kin, with
the stench of the swamp
that has stunk up our capitol
now firmly ensconced ‘neath
the palm tress in Palm Beach,
let’s pour out the Prosecco,
and toast President Biden,
who along with VP Harris
and a coterie in Congress needs
to do something stunning to
keep Covid from overrunning
our cities and our states who
were abandoned to their fates
by an orange headed clown,
who let our nation down,
who let so many die, because
he didn’t try to martial our
nation’s might, against the
pandemic’s blight, playing
golf instead, playing with
our heads, but let’s not lose
ourselves in tears, rebound
from a terrible four years of
Twitter, Trump, and crazy fears
that our country would not last,
that fascists would amass,
lead our nation to bypass  
the norms and laws that have
kept us free and preserved our
beloved democracy, but the
danger is not gone, and if this
nation is to carry on, we must
stand up and not cower,
support those who are
in power.
Travis Green Sep 2021
It’s a bit bland to live inside my dreams
Incessantly imagining the impossible
Crossing uncharted bridges of crushes
Infatuations, and loves, each one so near
To the world of my heart, seamless sparks
That fill the night when I travel through time
Out of sight, in flight, these men-scented
Feelings within me deepening more
As I smell my flesh to picture them
Beside me, giving me the love, I need

I have buried myself into these fantasies
Firing them up increasingly with all the words
I have written in my collection of poetry
All the moments I have shared
With every single man, speaking my truth
Unapologetically as I move through space
Seeping into dreamy dazes, thinking
Of the men I love once again, how their eyes
Appear to gaze at me all at once, so exceedingly
Powerful, with their intensely exhilarative hues

I can’t think about anything else when my mind
Dwells in inkwells, in sensual spells, I can’t tell
Because all I see is unsurpassable charm
Soft satisfying lips I can make ecstatic remixes with
Superb sideburns, sleek stylish beards, hard carved
Chests, harmonious abs that lead downstairs
To adventurous universes overrunning
With stunning top-quality hotness

I can’t say I will ever stop chasing
These make-believe visions of affection
Ceaselessly penning every thought
That present itself to me on paper
Filling it up in its entirety as I close
My eyes and create detailed representations
Of all the men I hold close to the eastern
Inland of my heart, forever knowing
Where to start when I ponder on
All the magical times we had
When I fabricate those moments
With my own, I can perceive
How much I love them extraordinarily

— The End —