"overspent" poems - Hello Poetry

electromagnetically feelings occur, responsive to going ons, pineal gland awakens the senses. and almost every woman has heard it "you're so emotional." so electromagnetically aware and we don't remember this, now, the womb, the beat maker, she tunes the energy of the babe. mothers wave of waves fractionally lay a deep foundation of the babes waves. I tell my children if they can't find me to look in their hearts I reside there… my rhythm, my beat, my heat lives on. my womb charged that spark that started the parting of molecules fractionally creating its imagine time and time again, (as we do) until, begin again, a new life. rest your head upon my chest child for a recharge. in our civilized world we send mothers to work in a make believe cycle of need. babes heart searches for mamas tone she only cries short cautious of overspent energy first dose of sickness. and EVERY woman has heard it… "you're so emotional" notably more so during some part of her moon cycle. so obviously the moon is more electromagnetic than we guess. and women are more emotional because we are the heart of the species. we co-create the heart of the species. we require the emotional antenna to summon the essence of the heart. we didn't come from a rib… our ribs vibrate the harmony of life through our time! our hearts beat the pulse of the sun and the dark side of the moon and infinity. we are electromagnetically inclined to emotions. systematically processing the energy of existence. perhaps the first title I will accept a claim upon my being, the feminine sensitive.

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Dec 8, 2014

Dec 8, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC

Seherseven

feminine sensitive

electromagnetically feelings occur, responsive to going ons, pineal gland awakens the senses. and almost every woman has heard it "you're so emotional." so electromagnetically aware and we don't remember this, now, the womb, the beat maker, she tunes the energy of the babe. mothers wave of waves fractionally lay a deep foundation of the babes waves. I tell my children if they can't find me to look in their hearts I reside there… my rhythm, my beat, my heat lives on. my womb charged that spark that started the parting of molecules fractionally creating its imagine time and time again, (as we do) until, begin again, a new life. rest your head upon my chest child for a recharge. in our civilized world we send mothers to work in a make believe cycle of need. babes heart searches for mamas tone she only cries short cautious of overspent energy first dose of sickness. and EVERY woman has heard it… "you're so emotional" notably more so during some part of her moon cycle. so obviously the moon is more electromagnetic than we guess. and women are more emotional because we are the heart of the species. we co-create the heart of the species. we require the emotional antenna to summon the essence of the heart. we didn't come from a rib… our ribs vibrate the harmony of life through our time! our hearts beat the pulse of the sun and the dark side of the moon and infinity. we are electromagnetically inclined to emotions. systematically processing the energy of existence. perhaps the first title I will accept a claim upon my being, the feminine sensitive.

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here is the tablet take two round yellow yum yum pearl delicious always home to take my fix swallow it down with water spit ***** lethal anyway I’d shoot it up if I could the sound of the orange sea almost two years are measured pill bottles collected in the drawer mama said mama says mama will say another habit she wants me to kick I wouldn’t take it if I could my lines are broken my hands shake my blood doesn’t coagulate all to stop Kitty from coming around again her cycles my cycles our cycles of overjoy and despair fire and brimstone and eat me up so tired of being tired whatever is left of me only me is there fits in a tiny bottle like ashes like pills like lethal overspent energy like fission Kitty the mushroom cloud monster elements which don’t mix well on the orange sea daddy said that its my brain biochemical broken reception spinning and spiraling into oblivion

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Jul 26, 2010

Jul 26, 2010 at 10:56 AM UTC

jessica-drake-thomas

here is the tablet take two

here is the tablet take two round yellow yum yum pearl delicious always home to take my fix swallow it down with water spit ***** lethal anyway I’d shoot it up if I could the sound of the orange sea almost two years are measured pill bottles collected in the drawer mama said mama says mama will say another habit she wants me to kick I wouldn’t take it if I could my lines are broken my hands shake my blood doesn’t coagulate all to stop Kitty from coming around again her cycles my cycles our cycles of overjoy and despair fire and brimstone and eat me up so tired of being tired whatever is left of me only me is there fits in a tiny bottle like ashes like pills like lethal overspent energy like fission Kitty the mushroom cloud monster elements which don’t mix well on the orange sea daddy said that its my brain biochemical broken reception spinning and spiraling into oblivion

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if it was what it wasn't I would be making millions try and build myself a kingdom every dollar bill I'll spend to make it so overly extravagant but it is what it is and up to my neck in bills quickly dodging overdrafts and bad credit want to invest in more than assets but in common sense cause I'm over exhausted and overspent if it was what it wasn't I'd never shed a tear in my life let me make it clear I spent too much time drying eyes and the pain will subside makin me feel alive but it is what it is and I'm finding myself drowning eyes blurred like vision impossible no one to quiet the cries and I'm prayin for peace while salt water broken dreams and saline roll down my cheeks if it was what it wasn't I would let things be maybe accept what happened to me how things can be unfair except all we've got is reality now that's a scary statement... not because of reality but because of the word, "we" the weight of this responsibility is placed upon everyone since it is what it is immediately erasing poverty political war fair, corruption, homes that are forclosin, destruction, deforestation, genocide, **** famine, inequality, racism, the loss of the definition associated with that of being a human... the inability to accept this is all happening and that weight is too great we wait and wait we toil in turmoil and hate that displaced our anger released clenched fists it is what it is because if was what it wasn't I would be a higher power like I don't know; God, the dahli lama, Buddha or Allah I wouldn't need to solve problems, would already have all the answers

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Apr 27, 2016

Apr 27, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC

alexis-9

IT IS, WHAT IT IS.

if it was what it wasn't I would be making millions try and build myself a kingdom every dollar bill I'll spend to make it so overly extravagant but it is what it is and up to my neck in bills quickly dodging overdrafts and bad credit want to invest in more than assets but in common sense cause I'm over exhausted and overspent if it was what it wasn't I'd never shed a tear in my life let me make it clear I spent too much time drying eyes and the pain will subside makin me feel alive but it is what it is and I'm finding myself drowning eyes blurred like vision impossible no one to quiet the cries and I'm prayin for peace while salt water broken dreams and saline roll down my cheeks if it was what it wasn't I would let things be maybe accept what happened to me how things can be unfair except all we've got is reality now that's a scary statement... not because of reality but because of the word, "we" the weight of this responsibility is placed upon everyone since it is what it is immediately erasing poverty political war fair, corruption, homes that are forclosin, destruction, deforestation, genocide, **** famine, inequality, racism, the loss of the definition associated with that of being a human... the inability to accept this is all happening and that weight is too great we wait and wait we toil in turmoil and hate that displaced our anger released clenched fists it is what it is because if was what it wasn't I would be a higher power like I don't know; God, the dahli lama, Buddha or Allah I wouldn't need to solve problems, would already have all the answers

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Me names Jane, they say I’m insane, I’m insane Jane, yep, that’s me name, I’m chatty, batty sometimes catty, Predictable, despicable I find everythin lickable, I’m mad and bad and sometimes glad, to be called insane, Me name is Jane, insane Jane, I’m ecstatic erratic, quite diplomatic, so why lock me in the attic and watch me acrobatic off the walls the halls in me under smalls, I will have a ball and you’ll hear me call. I’m insane Jane coz that’s me name, I’m a poet I know it but I don’t always show it, I write I bite I like a good fight, I can talk and walk I like to squawk, like a bird….. its absurd, I’m crackers, run round in me under knackers, but I’ve got NO mental backers, I’m on the street, bare feet no -where to eat, I’m full of deceit, Got me life in a bag, I wear a tag and I don’t like to brag, It’s a shame coz I’m insane, It’s the government, their document, not my intent they overspent, No room for me, they set me free to live and be a refugee, I get frantic, I’m pedantic always apologetic, I need some aid, and lemonade, Someone to care, brush me hair, tell me what to wear, They want me to work, but I’m berserk, I fit, I **** I’m like a firework, I scream, turn green be very obscene, I’m psychotic neurotic; I go of like a rocket, I’m a danger, deranger not a campaigner, I’ve lost all me hair when I lost me care, I live no-where, it’s just not fair, I need support not court, give me a thought, I’ve not been taught, I’m not like you its true, it’s nothing new, I’m Jane, far from plain, and I’m insane, BUT I’M NOT TO BLAME By Christina Ford

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Feb 3, 2014

Feb 3, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC

christina-ford

Plain Jane

Me names Jane, they say I’m insane, I’m insane Jane, yep, that’s me name, I’m chatty, batty sometimes catty, Predictable, despicable I find everythin lickable, I’m mad and bad and sometimes glad, to be called insane, Me name is Jane, insane Jane, I’m ecstatic erratic, quite diplomatic, so why lock me in the attic and watch me acrobatic off the walls the halls in me under smalls, I will have a ball and you’ll hear me call. I’m insane Jane coz that’s me name, I’m a poet I know it but I don’t always show it, I write I bite I like a good fight, I can talk and walk I like to squawk, like a bird….. its absurd, I’m crackers, run round in me under knackers, but I’ve got NO mental backers, I’m on the street, bare feet no -where to eat, I’m full of deceit, Got me life in a bag, I wear a tag and I don’t like to brag, It’s a shame coz I’m insane, It’s the government, their document, not my intent they overspent, No room for me, they set me free to live and be a refugee, I get frantic, I’m pedantic always apologetic, I need some aid, and lemonade, Someone to care, brush me hair, tell me what to wear, They want me to work, but I’m berserk, I fit, I **** I’m like a firework, I scream, turn green be very obscene, I’m psychotic neurotic; I go of like a rocket, I’m a danger, deranger not a campaigner, I’ve lost all me hair when I lost me care, I live no-where, it’s just not fair, I need support not court, give me a thought, I’ve not been taught, I’m not like you its true, it’s nothing new, I’m Jane, far from plain, and I’m insane, BUT I’M NOT TO BLAME By Christina Ford

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Everybody wants a piece of peace, From the kids in the school to the people in the street, But it's not that easy in a world of want, When need is overlooked and the children can't, Everybody wants a piece of peace, From the keepers of countries to the forces on the beat, But it's not that easy with a selfish government, When all the moneys gone and overspent, Everybody wants a piece of peace, From the city's and towns we all meet, Together we can make it happen now today, And make a better world for our kids to play.

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Nov 24, 2015

Nov 24, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC

christina-ford

Everybody wants a piece of peace.

Everybody wants a piece of peace, From the kids in the school to the people in the street, But it's not that easy in a world of want, When need is overlooked and the children can't, Everybody wants a piece of peace, From the keepers of countries to the forces on the beat, But it's not that easy with a selfish government, When all the moneys gone and overspent, Everybody wants a piece of peace, From the city's and towns we all meet, Together we can make it happen now today, And make a better world for our kids to play.

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Pendulum on pause, gallows raised over the bridge. Air still, threatening voices, overspent applause, Approach the oak, trembling eyes and wide posture, directed North. Unsettled dust under the frayed cage, ‘A final word, Brother?’ Complete silence. solemn echo. The Son is settling, Crowd: take your prideful bow.

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Jan 27, 2013

Jan 27, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC

aarin-mullins

Cable Cars

Pendulum on pause, gallows raised over the bridge. Air still, threatening voices, overspent applause, Approach the oak, trembling eyes and wide posture, directed North. Unsettled dust under the frayed cage, ‘A final word, Brother?’ Complete silence. solemn echo. The Son is settling, Crowd: take your prideful bow.

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Share your life and fall away infect the world you left behind while we fall apart moving on away, again to Broadway sound a turn you'll never take although the concert halls have your dollars now. When oh when did we start going down? Our vices, come to overspent life while the world keeps rolling, rolling on without you, without you while our sins keep finding sinners to latch onto once again. When oh when did I start writing in "I live for you" and not "I love you"? It's not a healthy mistake, though it's one I wont stop making. Our slippery slope, held in high esteem like true love even though they aren't the same. Our vices, come to overspent life while the world keeps rolling, rolling on without you, without you while our sins keep finding sinners to latch onto once again. You did just the same didn't see the stars falling to stand next to you. can we really save another person? Or do I think that life's just passing while we're all just standing by waiting for feelings to reboot? I liked it. Our vices, come to overspent life while the world keeps rolling, rolling on without you, without you while our sins keep finding sinners to latch onto once again. Why not float away again, never return the same infect the world you left behind? When you're gone you don't get a single word. We're done with you, We're dont without you and you're done without your mind the ones you left behind. Our vices, come to overspent life while the world keeps rolling, rolling on without you, without you while our sins keep finding sinners to latch onto once again.

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Jun 5, 2014

Jun 5, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC

cherri-cola

People I Have Loved, Known & Admired

Share your life and fall away infect the world you left behind while we fall apart moving on away, again to Broadway sound a turn you'll never take although the concert halls have your dollars now. When oh when did we start going down? Our vices, come to overspent life while the world keeps rolling, rolling on without you, without you while our sins keep finding sinners to latch onto once again. When oh when did I start writing in "I live for you" and not "I love you"? It's not a healthy mistake, though it's one I wont stop making. Our slippery slope, held in high esteem like true love even though they aren't the same. Our vices, come to overspent life while the world keeps rolling, rolling on without you, without you while our sins keep finding sinners to latch onto once again. You did just the same didn't see the stars falling to stand next to you. can we really save another person? Or do I think that life's just passing while we're all just standing by waiting for feelings to reboot? I liked it. Our vices, come to overspent life while the world keeps rolling, rolling on without you, without you while our sins keep finding sinners to latch onto once again. Why not float away again, never return the same infect the world you left behind? When you're gone you don't get a single word. We're done with you, We're dont without you and you're done without your mind the ones you left behind. Our vices, come to overspent life while the world keeps rolling, rolling on without you, without you while our sins keep finding sinners to latch onto once again.

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The last year has certainly flown by us all good for some bad for many more. Those with money still having a ball all the rest who know what's install. Taxes ascend told to tighten the belt prices going up the pinch is felt. Charity should begin at our own front door the government increases overseas aid. Road duty train prices increasing for sure make them pay its the big tax raid. Vultures who thrive when times are hard not for them the overspent credit card. Nor are they afraid of a big incoming bill looking down upon us as poor fools. As those without get more depreesed and ill increasing their wealth we are the mules. Communities full of much violence and hate politicians take little action just debate. The usual happy Christmas if you can afford it but I like to think of those in need. Brightness in dark places a simple candle lit to see everybody is able to feed. True meaning when kindness can be shown a period none scared of the unknown. That short span in time when we do realise each soul is from the same mold When humans can express kindness be wise and not everybody is evil and cold From me I wish the world and people goodwill and compassion is within us still. The Foureyed Poet.

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Dec 26, 2010

Dec 26, 2010 at 9:54 AM UTC

malcolm-terence-gould

The Last Year ( Happy Christmas )

The last year has certainly flown by us all good for some bad for many more. Those with money still having a ball all the rest who know what's install. Taxes ascend told to tighten the belt prices going up the pinch is felt. Charity should begin at our own front door the government increases overseas aid. Road duty train prices increasing for sure make them pay its the big tax raid. Vultures who thrive when times are hard not for them the overspent credit card. Nor are they afraid of a big incoming bill looking down upon us as poor fools. As those without get more depreesed and ill increasing their wealth we are the mules. Communities full of much violence and hate politicians take little action just debate. The usual happy Christmas if you can afford it but I like to think of those in need. Brightness in dark places a simple candle lit to see everybody is able to feed. True meaning when kindness can be shown a period none scared of the unknown. That short span in time when we do realise each soul is from the same mold When humans can express kindness be wise and not everybody is evil and cold From me I wish the world and people goodwill and compassion is within us still. The Foureyed Poet.

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