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my favourite song is sail to the moon live by radiohead and when he replied that it was his as well I was overwhelmed we layed together and let the haunting phonics echo through your room uninterrupted I pressed my head to your chest and let your heart beat sync with the sound two days later you told me you loved me and I was astounded when I heard the same words fall from my lips I fell asleep listening to radiohead my head on the pillow and my heart in your hands everyone warns you about heartbreak They say that young love never lasts and while they may be right I ask Myself why I was never warned of the danger of a different kind of fracture You broke my taste in music you **** Teenage relationships don't generally end in divorces but the forces were at play and it ended anyway Nobody worries about who walks away with the songs you've loved since childhood Like Bono was my dude but you loved Beautiful Day so now we're not on good terms Like Real People Do was the jam but you ruined it man Why did I have to talk to you about music, Janis Joplin, was poppin and Bob Dylan was killin but I told you all about it and now I'm not about it the opening bars of sail to the moon rip me in open and while we didnt have children I'm the short amount of time that we were living In each other's embrace music was our offspring and someone should have warned me about this thing where you aren't supposed to overshare and though I have many questions about why it ended, why it's still going on, the biggest are why I told you my favourite song and after the pseudo divorce Who the hell gets custody of radiohead??
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Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
who gets custody of radiohead?
my favourite song is sail to the moon live by radiohead and when he replied that it was his as well I was overwhelmed we layed together and let the haunting phonics echo through your room uninterrupted I pressed my head to your chest and let your heart beat sync with the sound two days later you told me you loved me and I was astounded when I heard the same words fall from my lips I fell asleep listening to radiohead my head on the pillow and my heart in your hands everyone warns you about heartbreak They say that young love never lasts and while they may be right I ask Myself why I was never warned of the danger of a different kind of fracture You broke my taste in music you **** Teenage relationships don't generally end in divorces but the forces were at play and it ended anyway Nobody worries about who walks away with the songs you've loved since childhood Like Bono was my dude but you loved Beautiful Day so now we're not on good terms Like Real People Do was the jam but you ruined it man Why did I have to talk to you about music, Janis Joplin, was poppin and Bob Dylan was killin but I told you all about it and now I'm not about it the opening bars of sail to the moon rip me in open and while we didnt have children I'm the short amount of time that we were living In each other's embrace music was our offspring and someone should have warned me about this thing where you aren't supposed to overshare and though I have many questions about why it ended, why it's still going on, the biggest are why I told you my favourite song and after the pseudo divorce Who the hell gets custody of radiohead??
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i fear i am too much for you. too many feelings, both good and bad. too many opinions, too much anxiety, too much noise. i'm afraid you don't want me anymore, now that you've gotten to know me. now that you've realized how clingy i am, how i thrive off of attention, how much trauma i've been through and how badly it has affected me. now that you know how honest i am, how much i overshare with some people, and never share with others. now that you are aware how the smallest thing can put me in the worst mood, how i need constant validation or i shut down. i am so ******* terrified, that i've scared you away. just by showing you who i am
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Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
too much
I just realized that peter pan is actually an angel And neverland is heaven Those kids didn’t age because they were dead I wish I didn’t age I try to put my mental health before education But then it affects my education which effects   My mental health which effects my Educ- you get it Do you realize we are the kids our parents Warned us about I am an overly emotional Clingy Distant private person Who has the tendency to overshare at any moment And I don’t know what the **** that means But I'm going with it This poem doesn’t really have a meaning But I think that might be the meaning
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
peter pan
When I get close to people, I tend to overshare. especially when I spot a shared interest. You’re into cheesy memes? I’ll flood your inbox with my favorites You like scary things? Even if I’m not always into them I’ll find the ones I do like thinking you’ll appreciate them too But lately, I’ve started to think... maybe people don’t like this. Because over time they start to drift away. It stings to be labeled a copycat When all I've ever wanted is friendship People close to me that I can be open with. Maybe I'm meant to float alone Like a golden jelly, I should make my own pattern.
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Aug 8, 2024
Aug 8, 2024 at 5:23 AM UTC
Copy Cat
I'm sorry I run from problems I'm sorry I tried to solve yours I'm sorry I overshare I’m sorry I make you bored I'm sorry I stare I'm sorry I look away Im sorry im so hypocritical And don't listen when you're political I’m sorry each day turns me more cynical I'm sorry for the things i've said I'm sorry if I leave you on read I'm sorry I didn't keep the teabag in long enough I'm sorry I interrupt Im sorry my confidence was eaten by the wind And drowned by clowns who exposed my sins I'm sorry I retreat within Im sorry I cant f☆king sing I'm sorry you excite me but despite this I'm sorry for this constant apology Im sorry im not polite enough Not tight enough I’m sorry my tastes aren’t soft to touch I’m sorry im not bright enough And my focus fades at your clutch Im sorry im too open, too rough, too loud And then too shy in certain crowds I’m sorry that i’ve put on weight I’m sorry I’m always late I’m sorry I just love to procrastinate I'm sorry I want to make plans And i'm sorry I flake I'm sorry you swallow my screams when I shake I'm sorry I crawl to you like your warmth is my glue when I break I'm sorry I collect pointless things And give them half meaning I'm sorry I give into temptation In every situation Im sorry I’m so contradictory I'm sorry I interrupt Or just don't listen enough Huh, i'm sorry I repeat myself I'm sorry if I don’t help I'm sorry I forget to say goodbye I'm sorry I don't confide I'm sorry I'm always tired! I’m sorry, I tried I'm sorry I ego feast, and dwell on the deceased I'm sorry I hate the beach I'm sorry I need noise to sleep I’m sorry im sweaty and need space to dance I'm sorry you never got a second chance I'm sorry I over stress When i over over cook scrambled eggs I'm sorry I don't shave my pu ☆ssy or legs I'm sorry I can't articulate And there for fail to conversate I’m sorry i’m so needy I’m sorry i’m so skint I’m sorry if i'm not in the mood Im sorry I can be so crude Im sorry im so greedy And sometimes so rude Im sorry i’m just sick of take away food Im sorry i’m erratic And i’m sorry I cant f☆king hack it I’m sorry some days I love you and others I don't I'm sorry if i've made you lose hope I'm sorry we disagree I'm sorry I need more than you to feel safe And less of you to feel free Now take a step back and repeat this please; I'll no longer be sorry for being me
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Nov 9, 2022
Nov 9, 2022 at 2:33 PM UTC
Sorry
I'm sorry I run from problems I'm sorry I tried to solve yours I'm sorry I overshare I’m sorry I make you bored I'm sorry I stare I'm sorry I look away Im sorry im so hypocritical And don't listen when you're political I’m sorry each day turns me more cynical I'm sorry for the things i've said I'm sorry if I leave you on read I'm sorry I didn't keep the teabag in long enough I'm sorry I interrupt Im sorry my confidence was eaten by the wind And drowned by clowns who exposed my sins I'm sorry I retreat within Im sorry I cant f☆king sing I'm sorry you excite me but despite this I'm sorry for this constant apology Im sorry im not polite enough Not tight enough I’m sorry my tastes aren’t soft to touch I’m sorry im not bright enough And my focus fades at your clutch Im sorry im too open, too rough, too loud And then too shy in certain crowds I’m sorry that i’ve put on weight I’m sorry I’m always late I’m sorry I just love to procrastinate I'm sorry I want to make plans And i'm sorry I flake I'm sorry you swallow my screams when I shake I'm sorry I crawl to you like your warmth is my glue when I break I'm sorry I collect pointless things And give them half meaning I'm sorry I give into temptation In every situation Im sorry I’m so contradictory I'm sorry I interrupt Or just don't listen enough Huh, i'm sorry I repeat myself I'm sorry if I don’t help I'm sorry I forget to say goodbye I'm sorry I don't confide I'm sorry I'm always tired! I’m sorry, I tried I'm sorry I ego feast, and dwell on the deceased I'm sorry I hate the beach I'm sorry I need noise to sleep I’m sorry im sweaty and need space to dance I'm sorry you never got a second chance I'm sorry I over stress When i over over cook scrambled eggs I'm sorry I don't shave my pu ☆ssy or legs I'm sorry I can't articulate And there for fail to conversate I’m sorry i’m so needy I’m sorry i’m so skint I’m sorry if i'm not in the mood Im sorry I can be so crude Im sorry im so greedy And sometimes so rude Im sorry i’m just sick of take away food Im sorry i’m erratic And i’m sorry I cant f☆king hack it I’m sorry some days I love you and others I don't I'm sorry if i've made you lose hope I'm sorry we disagree I'm sorry I need more than you to feel safe And less of you to feel free Now take a step back and repeat this please; I'll no longer be sorry for being me
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I wish I was silent. Your words wouldn't be so violent I'll stop seeing red, but a pastel violet I just wish that I was quiet I wish I wasn't so loud. Maybe then you'd be proud My words wouldn't draw a crowd If I wished I didn't speak out loud I wish I didn't always overshare Spilling embarrassing secrets just so you'd care So maybe one day I'll finally be aware And I wish I didn't have to feel this despair I just wish I wasn't ignored But I didn't want myself to just be stored And so that's when I poured and poured I just wish I could get my reward. I wish my mouth was sewn shut. I could walk normally, instead of strut Thanks for all your punches in the gut I just wish I stopped talking, and so what?
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Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 10:17 PM UTC
LOUD
Soft, easy to walk on Pleasant, comfortable Familial, forgettable That's carpet. Hateful, vengeful Frustrated, ill-intentioned Always mentioned, enfuriating That's toxic. Please love me. Will you listen to me? How are you doing? That's carpet. Please love me. I'm empty. I need you. That's toxic. I love you, I'll do anything for you! Please command me. That's carpet. I deal with your idiocies I deal with your standards I conform to fit inside your image. That's toxic. Can you hug me in front of All of these people? So that they know I'm worth something? That's carpet. After you listen to me, I'll say I'm useless. I'll say it's not your fault. That's toxic. I don't want to *** I don't want to talk, I want you to trust me and tell me everything. That's carpet. All I want is *** All I need is some warm body. Give me the fuel I've run out of. That's toxic. I'll give you everything And do whatever you want For whatever feigned love you can muster. That's carpet. I'm ready to conform. Give me drugs and let me tighten up While you let loose and accidentally love me. That's toxic. I'll text you back immediately. And patiently await your response. Rejoice in this moment you did for me. That's carpet. Give me advice. So I can shoot you down. So I can let you down. So I can let you drown. In my toxic civil war Where I knew no solution would come From my internal struggle. But you took a side And felt the wrath of one of my forces. I can't help you. Leave me alone. That's toxic. I walk around By myself late at night. I text you and say I need you. Don't worry about where I am. I needed to be alone, But now I don't. I just escaped misery and wanted to Find you. Find me, Or I'll run away. Block me, So I can fester. That's carpet. Let me give you a million compliments. Easily. While you find one for me And slip a shark a steak Even though he'll always be hungry. Sharks barely ever **** humans, But they're so scary. It's the hunger, it's the image. It's not the behavior. It's not. The image is hunger. Always give me more. That's toxic. I serve. I help. I pleasure, assist, provide I care, then I care more. Then I go home and rub off The disappointment and fear of alone. Then I care more. And I wait for the love I give To come to me. And I think it will. That's carpet. Leave me alone. Be honest. That's what I need. Let your honesty drown you Because I'm honest too. And I'll open up the floodgates, Without remorse. Sorry if you drown. I overthink, bottle up, and overshare. That's toxic. Please love me. Please act with me, Act out the fantasies I have planned. And re-enact the ones I did. I'm toxic. I'm carpet. That's me.
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Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
Toxic Carpet
Soft, easy to walk on Pleasant, comfortable Familial, forgettable That's carpet. Hateful, vengeful Frustrated, ill-intentioned Always mentioned, enfuriating That's toxic. Please love me. Will you listen to me? How are you doing? That's carpet. Please love me. I'm empty. I need you. That's toxic. I love you, I'll do anything for you! Please command me. That's carpet. I deal with your idiocies I deal with your standards I conform to fit inside your image. That's toxic. Can you hug me in front of All of these people? So that they know I'm worth something? That's carpet. After you listen to me, I'll say I'm useless. I'll say it's not your fault. That's toxic. I don't want to *** I don't want to talk, I want you to trust me and tell me everything. That's carpet. All I want is *** All I need is some warm body. Give me the fuel I've run out of. That's toxic. I'll give you everything And do whatever you want For whatever feigned love you can muster. That's carpet. I'm ready to conform. Give me drugs and let me tighten up While you let loose and accidentally love me. That's toxic. I'll text you back immediately. And patiently await your response. Rejoice in this moment you did for me. That's carpet. Give me advice. So I can shoot you down. So I can let you down. So I can let you drown. In my toxic civil war Where I knew no solution would come From my internal struggle. But you took a side And felt the wrath of one of my forces. I can't help you. Leave me alone. That's toxic. I walk around By myself late at night. I text you and say I need you. Don't worry about where I am. I needed to be alone, But now I don't. I just escaped misery and wanted to Find you. Find me, Or I'll run away. Block me, So I can fester. That's carpet. Let me give you a million compliments. Easily. While you find one for me And slip a shark a steak Even though he'll always be hungry. Sharks barely ever **** humans, But they're so scary. It's the hunger, it's the image. It's not the behavior. It's not. The image is hunger. Always give me more. That's toxic. I serve. I help. I pleasure, assist, provide I care, then I care more. Then I go home and rub off The disappointment and fear of alone. Then I care more. And I wait for the love I give To come to me. And I think it will. That's carpet. Leave me alone. Be honest. That's what I need. Let your honesty drown you Because I'm honest too. And I'll open up the floodgates, Without remorse. Sorry if you drown. I overthink, bottle up, and overshare. That's toxic. Please love me. Please act with me, Act out the fantasies I have planned. And re-enact the ones I did. I'm toxic. I'm carpet. That's me.
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I wish I could tell you when you looked at me with eyes of pity to not pity me, because I've been through so much , and I don't want pity I wish I could share with the people in the room, my stories, the stories that I leave out the stories of mourning the stories of grieveing the stories of how I lift myself up each day some days its harder and some days its a bit easier how I cry almost every day how much I mourn a family that I never truly had how much I wish I could go back to all the toxic people that I left for I am so lonely and longing for love and connection but I don't because I value myself more how much I dissacociate each day how much the hunger inside of me aches and consumes, trying to be dulled by addictions, aches to be seen loved touched valued seen to be complimented on something  other than just how I look, to be cuddled, without being sexualized how deep my feelings are how much I want friends even just one how much I wish I had the money to travel to sit at beautiful restruants, and to pertend I live a different life but instead I sit and I do my best to not overshare or trauma dump and to laugh off the things that hurt me the things that have made me so bitter and cynical instead I am always wishing hoping and working towards a better life for myself for I don't know any other way . How much I yearn to sit with a mother that I truly love that is truly kind to me that I know would do anything for me how much I yearn for a father that i know that could support me that If I would call on the phone and cry to him that he would do anything to help me that would hold my hand and keep me safe how much I long for to have a sister a brother that  would be my best friend in the world that would  respect me and care about me and my pain but instead I have no one I am not looking for pity I am looking for understanding for a longing of peace that I don't have to spend another night crying, in my bed all alone, in a foreign country all alone, each time I sleep I remember more trauma that I forgot of the men who hurt me in public, and no one cared or even asked me If I was okay . so when people ask me why do you have such a negetive view on life, because I have met such horrible people but still I am trying , constantly trying, today I went out, spoke with some people, smiled instead of cried, and tried to cloak my words with laughter and hopefulness so they wouldn't see the tears that hide behind my eyes that cry all the time.
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Jul 19, 2023
Jul 19, 2023 at 5:35 PM UTC
I wish I could tell you
I wish I could tell you when you looked at me with eyes of pity to not pity me, because I've been through so much , and I don't want pity I wish I could share with the people in the room, my stories, the stories that I leave out the stories of mourning the stories of grieveing the stories of how I lift myself up each day some days its harder and some days its a bit easier how I cry almost every day how much I mourn a family that I never truly had how much I wish I could go back to all the toxic people that I left for I am so lonely and longing for love and connection but I don't because I value myself more how much I dissacociate each day how much the hunger inside of me aches and consumes, trying to be dulled by addictions, aches to be seen loved touched valued seen to be complimented on something  other than just how I look, to be cuddled, without being sexualized how deep my feelings are how much I want friends even just one how much I wish I had the money to travel to sit at beautiful restruants, and to pertend I live a different life but instead I sit and I do my best to not overshare or trauma dump and to laugh off the things that hurt me the things that have made me so bitter and cynical instead I am always wishing hoping and working towards a better life for myself for I don't know any other way . How much I yearn to sit with a mother that I truly love that is truly kind to me that I know would do anything for me how much I yearn for a father that i know that could support me that If I would call on the phone and cry to him that he would do anything to help me that would hold my hand and keep me safe how much I long for to have a sister a brother that  would be my best friend in the world that would  respect me and care about me and my pain but instead I have no one I am not looking for pity I am looking for understanding for a longing of peace that I don't have to spend another night crying, in my bed all alone, in a foreign country all alone, each time I sleep I remember more trauma that I forgot of the men who hurt me in public, and no one cared or even asked me If I was okay . so when people ask me why do you have such a negetive view on life, because I have met such horrible people but still I am trying , constantly trying, today I went out, spoke with some people, smiled instead of cried, and tried to cloak my words with laughter and hopefulness so they wouldn't see the tears that hide behind my eyes that cry all the time.
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Being human is a tricky thing, I cannot blame that I am such a ****** one on the mere fact that it is my first. There are plenty of things I've done for the first time and not **** at. But being fair and morally correctly was never on that list. I can list what I **** at though. Being too much or not enough of myself, The endless judgment that comes with being, as if I am not doing it as a lived experience. I cannot stomach the thought of anyone ever truly seeing me despite how much I overshare. Regardless of how many times you tell me you care, almost no one cares enough.
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Jan 16, 2023
Jan 16, 2023 at 3:53 PM UTC
A ****** human
We all have inner and outer lives. They’re messy, hopelessly intertwined, and more than mere mannequins to hang our word-art upon. I’m supported, in my unwritten life, by a structure of moods, both affine and counter-expressive. I’m, in turns, a tightly wound vagabond, an over-busy, fretful, unhappy liar (for what I will not share) and a happy, truthful mess (for what I may overshare). My outer-life is largely academic, and turned with complete absorption to task, I plow thru the needed assignments, like a caffeine fueled machine, You might rightly call outer-me boring. I get it, for nothing much happens beyond study and life’s usual maintenances. But my inner-life is full of action, if desires, dreams, and internally ranting against the injustices of youthful separations can be rightly called actions. Of my boyfriend, the world contains not one parallel. He overshadows the few others I’ve ever known. His masculine elements turn me all the way up, He knows my petty vanities and most of my weaknesses. If he doesn’t know my every phase of feeling, or every desire of my love starved soul, it’s because our love is peripatetic. Most of the year, we’re a long distance, digital, practical nothingness, A near autofictional anticipation. We are separated by a sea and more. If I may simply put it, I have a fine young body that is going to waste. When I complained to my older sister, a surgeon who long delayed her own personal life for her career, she shruggingly and unsympathetically said, “You only have to suffer a few more years.”   “Oh, mon Dieu!” I replied. . . positions by Ariana Grande [E] 34+35 (Remix) by [feat. Doja Cat & Megan Thee Stallion] [E]
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Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 11:11 PM UTC
inner and outer
We all have inner and outer lives. They’re messy, hopelessly intertwined, and more than mere mannequins to hang our word-art upon. I’m supported, in my unwritten life, by a structure of moods, both affine and counter-expressive. I’m, in turns, a tightly wound vagabond, an over-busy, fretful, unhappy liar (for what I will not share) and a happy, truthful mess (for what I may overshare). My outer-life is largely academic, and turned with complete absorption to task, I plow thru the needed assignments, like a caffeine fueled machine, You might rightly call outer-me boring. I get it, for nothing much happens beyond study and life’s usual maintenances. But my inner-life is full of action, if desires, dreams, and internally ranting against the injustices of youthful separations can be rightly called actions. Of my boyfriend, the world contains not one parallel. He overshadows the few others I’ve ever known. His masculine elements turn me all the way up, He knows my petty vanities and most of my weaknesses. If he doesn’t know my every phase of feeling, or every desire of my love starved soul, it’s because our love is peripatetic. Most of the year, we’re a long distance, digital, practical nothingness, A near autofictional anticipation. We are separated by a sea and more. If I may simply put it, I have a fine young body that is going to waste. When I complained to my older sister, a surgeon who long delayed her own personal life for her career, she shruggingly and unsympathetically said, “You only have to suffer a few more years.”   “Oh, mon Dieu!” I replied. . . positions by Ariana Grande [E] 34+35 (Remix) by [feat. Doja Cat & Megan Thee Stallion] [E]
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you’re here so i’ll ramble on to you repeat the words again with someone new share and overshare your life and it’s a record cause you’re like a record and i love my records but i’m getting sick of me lately, can’t do what i want but what is it that i want?
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Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
word *****
Wish to be an unmoving mountain, Snow clasped, untouched and cold. A big lenticular cloud casting its shadow, Over the peak, that has the view of a world. I see myself failing to achieve this, A curious mind is often a curse. There's a little whisper and chatter, Like a curious deer, I stick my antlers in Someone has built a little dwelling, I hear the stomp and the noise now. As I watch,  don't wish to be bothered, But stealthily I observe now. Curious mind , Oh! it should explode, If I don't tend to it now, so I must know, Just a little peek , is all I want , Promise to tiptoe back safely. I speak not, of the many misadventures, That shaped my past and my being. Intense reckonings that are a bit distasteful, Remind me to stay away from the drama. A peek is all it takes, the stranger knows now, Let's get acquainted , they say to me. I shake my head in a 'yes' reluctantly, Oh curiosity! you have me in your grasp again! Little by little, it seeps into your mind, As curiosity and desire go hand in hand, Just a tiny bit , I should know their story, What makes them , the way they are. I invite them, into my own dwelling now. Show them this minds artful creation, Stories for stories in exchange, From acquaintance to friends now. Curiosity flows like the river now, Washing away the sands of time, Missing those cues to stop now, Oversharing and sharing secrets. They Talk, I talk , a little more everytime, The never ending stories of times past. Some more of the present now, It seems, I put my trust in them. I know their secrets but do I dare? They know mine, and yes they can tell, My failures, vulnerabilities and fears, All's an open book for their eyes. A book they gladly share and overshare, Till the rim bursts and the pages swell. All my bruises known to all, Who else to blame and names do I call. Alas, I have been a fool again! Drowning to the oceans depth, Wished I be the unmoving mountain, Even reaching it's base is now uncertain. You've done the deed and is yours only, To bear the fruit of your own desire, Distasteful, bitter and cold, I sit undone, forlorn burning in a pyre.
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Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 1:59 PM UTC
Stranger Danger!
Wish to be an unmoving mountain, Snow clasped, untouched and cold. A big lenticular cloud casting its shadow, Over the peak, that has the view of a world. I see myself failing to achieve this, A curious mind is often a curse. There's a little whisper and chatter, Like a curious deer, I stick my antlers in Someone has built a little dwelling, I hear the stomp and the noise now. As I watch,  don't wish to be bothered, But stealthily I observe now. Curious mind , Oh! it should explode, If I don't tend to it now, so I must know, Just a little peek , is all I want , Promise to tiptoe back safely. I speak not, of the many misadventures, That shaped my past and my being. Intense reckonings that are a bit distasteful, Remind me to stay away from the drama. A peek is all it takes, the stranger knows now, Let's get acquainted , they say to me. I shake my head in a 'yes' reluctantly, Oh curiosity! you have me in your grasp again! Little by little, it seeps into your mind, As curiosity and desire go hand in hand, Just a tiny bit , I should know their story, What makes them , the way they are. I invite them, into my own dwelling now. Show them this minds artful creation, Stories for stories in exchange, From acquaintance to friends now. Curiosity flows like the river now, Washing away the sands of time, Missing those cues to stop now, Oversharing and sharing secrets. They Talk, I talk , a little more everytime, The never ending stories of times past. Some more of the present now, It seems, I put my trust in them. I know their secrets but do I dare? They know mine, and yes they can tell, My failures, vulnerabilities and fears, All's an open book for their eyes. A book they gladly share and overshare, Till the rim bursts and the pages swell. All my bruises known to all, Who else to blame and names do I call. Alas, I have been a fool again! Drowning to the oceans depth, Wished I be the unmoving mountain, Even reaching it's base is now uncertain. You've done the deed and is yours only, To bear the fruit of your own desire, Distasteful, bitter and cold, I sit undone, forlorn burning in a pyre.
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Step one Make a friend Get over your irrational fear Of all other humans Step two Overshare Tell them your life story On the second day Hope that they won't leave you Step three Worry Every time you aren't there You're probably being replaced Your friend seems to like you But everyone does at first Step four Beat yourself up If you've been replaced Then good for them You were never good enough anyways They have every right To leave you behind Step five Push away They don't need you So they probably don't want you They're only still here Because they pity you Or they don't know how to dump you Do it for them Step six Wallow You don't have anyone anymore And you never will Because you are never enough For anyone You did a good thing by leaving them No one wanted you there In the first place Step seven Placate You lost your friends But that's okay You don't need friends anyways And they certainly Don't need you You're just fine all by yourself You're happier being alone Right? Step eight Make a friend Ger over your irrational fear Of all other humans
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Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
Afraid
I’m selfish, I know I’m stubborn, which, may be worse I overshare… just not enough I tend to ignore the facts that may be relevant I’m amusing, yet I can make you sad You’ll always want to know more, you’ll never can Poetry writes itself, doesn’t it? Now I’m here, stuck, with the image you want for me no makeup will cover the fact that I am still sad about it No poem will soothe me enough To ever forget about it
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Mar 6, 2022
Mar 6, 2022 at 11:17 AM UTC
Entry #95
I like how acceptable it is To overshare when you're drunk. I like how acceptable anything is. And how easy it is for people to forget. Pretend you didn't say that one thing. And I'll pretend I didnt hear you.
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
I think Im deep when im drunk
overshare sad ***** pretty in profiles ignore everyone you feel empty no one else can feel fire on skin post about it online though
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Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
well **** the tumblr servers are down, susan
that wasn't internet love we weren't lovers we could never be we just talk over the encrypted airwaves like chatty strangers meeting for the first time at the grocery line i'm always the one who tends to overshare you always listen to all of my rants and woes at 3am in sync with the echoing cuckoos i know all of my telltales were like how songs are played on repeat by a teenage avid fanatic and by that you might just think i'm kinda lunatic but i'm just a sad, sad girl in need of a vent buddy a friend, someone who never leaves and you were there to fill up the role as what it seems like a hero, a knight in shining armor so i'm sending a million thanks, you've served my favor and i hope you're doing great, wishing you all the best oh God, how grateful i am that you exist thank you for plugging in and staying up until 3am.
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Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC
3am
I have trouble opening up to people Must be hard to believe Considering I write poetry for the world to see But something about looking into the eyes of a person makes me crumble against my will It’s hard to understand why I can’t talk to the ones I love without the voice in my head ‘No one cares’ Those three words repeated in my head over and over again The voice of the people I’ve tried to block out I’ve had teachers forget my names in classes that I’ve attended for months I guess it explains why I’m so good at hiding It’s a skill for playing hide and seek and tag with your little cousins But in the real world it’s the reason I have about 3 social skills It’s easier to make friends online I’ve done it so much I’ve forgotten how to hold a conversation with a person in real life when I can’t blame my mistakes on autocorrect I’m not afraid of my friends online being rapists or predator I find it’s more likely for the people in my everyday life to be them instead I can’t use the excuse of being a small town girl tryna make it big Because I grew up in the city were three homeless men were found dead in the past week Maybe that’s why I have trouble talking to new people Because I don’t want to be another unidentifiable body laying lifeless on the street I grew up on. Because it’s easier to keep my mouth shut in class Don’t raise your hand or you’ll be targeted by everyone who got the answer wrong Maybe that why I over share my life online I can block the people who hate me online, but I can’t block the ones who sit next to me in math class
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
Overshare
I have trouble opening up to people Must be hard to believe Considering I write poetry for the world to see But something about looking into the eyes of a person makes me crumble against my will It’s hard to understand why I can’t talk to the ones I love without the voice in my head ‘No one cares’ Those three words repeated in my head over and over again The voice of the people I’ve tried to block out I’ve had teachers forget my names in classes that I’ve attended for months I guess it explains why I’m so good at hiding It’s a skill for playing hide and seek and tag with your little cousins But in the real world it’s the reason I have about 3 social skills It’s easier to make friends online I’ve done it so much I’ve forgotten how to hold a conversation with a person in real life when I can’t blame my mistakes on autocorrect I’m not afraid of my friends online being rapists or predator I find it’s more likely for the people in my everyday life to be them instead I can’t use the excuse of being a small town girl tryna make it big Because I grew up in the city were three homeless men were found dead in the past week Maybe that’s why I have trouble talking to new people Because I don’t want to be another unidentifiable body laying lifeless on the street I grew up on. Because it’s easier to keep my mouth shut in class Don’t raise your hand or you’ll be targeted by everyone who got the answer wrong Maybe that why I over share my life online I can block the people who hate me online, but I can’t block the ones who sit next to me in math class
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