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"overstep" poems
I’m drunk on peach wine And you’re just a text away I don’t know why you went back to them It hurts my heart to see That taking a break didn’t change anything It breaks my heart to see How you’re treated when you show any emotion It breaks my heart to see The ways in which I could do better It hurt terribly when you told me that you had gone back To where you were once so miserable Every time you tell me a new wrong It makes me see red Because I know you deserve so much better Than to be ridiculed and used as an ego boost I am so full of these secrets And it feels like they may leak out of me I feel like I can never tell you any of this A few nights ago I made a small confession And just that felt like I had gone too far It didn’t change anything Except to make everything uncertain I hate not knowing could have been Or what could be Because every time i turn around I see a new memory that we made And it reminds me of the gentle love you radiate The love that I crave more of I don’t know There’s a hole in my heart that you would fill But I can’t overstep And risk losing what we have I’m lonely as it is I couldn’t take losing you It would **** me Both figuratively and literally I would die if I didn’t have what I can get And that feels manipulative And I hate myself for it I just I just love you I just love you a lot I just love you a lot more than I should
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Jun 13, 2022
Jun 13, 2022 at 2:36 AM UTC
I love you too much
I spit that non fiction, when i say life is my addiction, I'm such a contradiction; you can call me COURAGE the cowardly. don't OVERSTEP your boundary. the lames seem to bow to me, and if life were a ***** i'd charge her by the hourly. i feel FREE like a SEED, in the wind there's no need to pretend that no thought is more electric than your intent, i intend to manifest success. my game infrared, sounds like a different dialect, fresher than disinfect, dangerous like Russian roulette. when its us or them the beast against men melanin augments; to increase my inner G for the main event!
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Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
Whistle...
She stands tall and slender like poetry Her eyes hard as steel  Her face a mask of sovereignty  She's seen it all in her industry  Outwardly she appears calm Don't be fooled by her charms  Her mannerisms are her keeping Don't overstep your line.  She's fought a hard battle  Laid claim to the highest throne She's driven out the competition  But now she stands alone At what cost comes success The sacrifice of sanctity  The loss of integrity  A woman fighting in a man's world Play by the rules or risk your dignity The fall from grace will be so steep One she'd rather not see coming So she dances while she can Her ballerinas grace has u enchanted  When the time for the show is over When the curtains r drawn and the lights are dimmer She takes off her mask and weep miserably  She has only loneliness To keep her company
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
A career woman's company
I’ve recently developed a hypothesis It’s crazier than the idea of an atheist The truth is the hardest pill to swallow when it stings like a vaccination So I’m dealing with the fact that my love may be broken I’ve had a broken heart but those can be repaired With time, effort and divine intervention The fibers of the heart can be re-stitched together But my love – my ability to love – seems to be destructive When you care too much, you lose what you wanted most I wanted you; so I said so That worked like a poison, numbing your feelings for me My love is like a broken boomerang I throw it out with heartfelt emotions Hoping and waiting for your love in return But my love never comes back at all It doesn’t even come back as a letter ‘returned to sender’ It simply died when it was on its way Whether in your negligence or on the journey love take us on My love died like a single drop of water in the desert I wish I could figure out the enigma of love and the defect mine seems to have My love is broken like a bird without her wings Grounded against her nature and denied to possibilities of true life My love is withering in my own heart – you can only love yourself so much I was ready to give you all I am But somewhere along the way I feel like my love is not only broken… I tried another time to love another soul My broken love had a heart attack and died in route to the grave It wasn’t taken to a hospital because my love was a lost cause Something unworthy of its name; love My love was never seen as love by any other being It was seen as infatuations or crushes that crushed life out of attraction So now that my love is dead, what do I have to offer the world? We all respond to lost love in our own way I would fight until I had no breath or strength – then again Maybe it’s not my love you need, or even want That’s the trouble with loving you I overstep, overlook and over-wish My love was just too strong for it’s own good Now I weep in the arctic for the faithless cruelty An arctic that I call summer from the frozen tundra of my heart Hell has frozen over – hell has become my heart
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Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 7:40 PM UTC
Hypothesis of My Broken Love
I’ve recently developed a hypothesis It’s crazier than the idea of an atheist The truth is the hardest pill to swallow when it stings like a vaccination So I’m dealing with the fact that my love may be broken I’ve had a broken heart but those can be repaired With time, effort and divine intervention The fibers of the heart can be re-stitched together But my love – my ability to love – seems to be destructive When you care too much, you lose what you wanted most I wanted you; so I said so That worked like a poison, numbing your feelings for me My love is like a broken boomerang I throw it out with heartfelt emotions Hoping and waiting for your love in return But my love never comes back at all It doesn’t even come back as a letter ‘returned to sender’ It simply died when it was on its way Whether in your negligence or on the journey love take us on My love died like a single drop of water in the desert I wish I could figure out the enigma of love and the defect mine seems to have My love is broken like a bird without her wings Grounded against her nature and denied to possibilities of true life My love is withering in my own heart – you can only love yourself so much I was ready to give you all I am But somewhere along the way I feel like my love is not only broken… I tried another time to love another soul My broken love had a heart attack and died in route to the grave It wasn’t taken to a hospital because my love was a lost cause Something unworthy of its name; love My love was never seen as love by any other being It was seen as infatuations or crushes that crushed life out of attraction So now that my love is dead, what do I have to offer the world? We all respond to lost love in our own way I would fight until I had no breath or strength – then again Maybe it’s not my love you need, or even want That’s the trouble with loving you I overstep, overlook and over-wish My love was just too strong for it’s own good Now I weep in the arctic for the faithless cruelty An arctic that I call summer from the frozen tundra of my heart Hell has frozen over – hell has become my heart
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We sit in silence, backs crooked, the couches' cushions caving in. The weight of passing hours and minuettes alleviating thinking in a miscellaneous metronome ticking to bring time to a heaving chest. Stay calm, the pain of realignment will pass. Burdensome they may be, burgeoning wings will free you of... Pressure collapsing this cage, walls torn from studs, leaving only this skeleton surrounding us as we find delirium the backbone of convulsing lungs watched, earthquake mute laughter marring the faces with jagged faults. The cost of cracking, we must accept the scarring permanent. Breaks unplanned infirmities, alone, our time line disrupted itself and the heavens came, tumbling down. In silence, we lay, arms barring our escaping words. Eyes overstep boundaries, slipping through the gaps, a second moment of clarification fractures restraints whilst beguiling brainstorms sparked our interest. Our tongues meet, shyly. rubies placed upon your breath slipping against molded clay. In sapphires you and I hold nighttime reflections of passion contained in coal, waiting. Ivory runs my length, bending to ecstasy, breathing shallow, asynchronous, failing to find it's end in persistence. In night the danger dropped us, longing that dusty light beaming down on the show, Act 2 is the comedy. Off. Parallel parabola line diamond reflections, allow for recall with brushed fingertips, horse hair undertones realigning smiles, abstract the paintings of today, of yesterday, stealing away tomorrow in a previous reiteration of our variant indifference. The wings of the demon opened in symbolic solace, fell far across this burning emotional harbor, aflame in angels' suicides. We've fallen, taken knees to grace, whispering eulogies the waves applaud. Sands wash away to cupped stone palms, caressing the troubled banks lost in time. The blood washes away, momentary marks, brown, stained, it passes. Demons foreshadow. In their shade we are seen falling into broken arms, sinew stitched through hearts, still healing strength gives way. Our tongues meet shyly, this reunion a mistake, now locked, staying stilled while attempting apologetic phrasing. We sit in silence, backs crooked, blank walls and barren recounts crashing in.
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
Silence Crashing In
We sit in silence, backs crooked, the couches' cushions caving in. The weight of passing hours and minuettes alleviating thinking in a miscellaneous metronome ticking to bring time to a heaving chest. Stay calm, the pain of realignment will pass. Burdensome they may be, burgeoning wings will free you of... Pressure collapsing this cage, walls torn from studs, leaving only this skeleton surrounding us as we find delirium the backbone of convulsing lungs watched, earthquake mute laughter marring the faces with jagged faults. The cost of cracking, we must accept the scarring permanent. Breaks unplanned infirmities, alone, our time line disrupted itself and the heavens came, tumbling down. In silence, we lay, arms barring our escaping words. Eyes overstep boundaries, slipping through the gaps, a second moment of clarification fractures restraints whilst beguiling brainstorms sparked our interest. Our tongues meet, shyly. rubies placed upon your breath slipping against molded clay. In sapphires you and I hold nighttime reflections of passion contained in coal, waiting. Ivory runs my length, bending to ecstasy, breathing shallow, asynchronous, failing to find it's end in persistence. In night the danger dropped us, longing that dusty light beaming down on the show, Act 2 is the comedy. Off. Parallel parabola line diamond reflections, allow for recall with brushed fingertips, horse hair undertones realigning smiles, abstract the paintings of today, of yesterday, stealing away tomorrow in a previous reiteration of our variant indifference. The wings of the demon opened in symbolic solace, fell far across this burning emotional harbor, aflame in angels' suicides. We've fallen, taken knees to grace, whispering eulogies the waves applaud. Sands wash away to cupped stone palms, caressing the troubled banks lost in time. The blood washes away, momentary marks, brown, stained, it passes. Demons foreshadow. In their shade we are seen falling into broken arms, sinew stitched through hearts, still healing strength gives way. Our tongues meet shyly, this reunion a mistake, now locked, staying stilled while attempting apologetic phrasing. We sit in silence, backs crooked, blank walls and barren recounts crashing in.
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Hell, what can i say,It's always been this way. we connect randomly.(is this seat taken?) break off.(stupid boy|girl segregation) diverge. (across bus aisles) recconnect. (hugs before you leave, subtle smiles) risk.(hopped, hid, rode again in my seat those last few miles) . create boundaries.(best friend, I'm with her, you're with him) overstep(i daydream of you...) overstep.(i dreamed of you last night...) overstep (i dreamed of you last night again...) recreate.(i ignore you when you speak, what was that last thing you said?) walk on blind faith, a little too quickly.(we took two days to talk this over, two weeks to get into bed) remember we are friends amidst all this ( i did) and suddenly all the feelings, (or thoughts spinning in my head) the ones that are thretening to surge freely through me, (undo me) no restraint, (undid) threating to take over my actions, my heart, my affections (am i mislead?) (theyve already strangled my reason)(I'm brainless, because of you, undead) experience a subtle but calming shift( smootheeee like thisssss) when i remember(what we said) I suddenly understand(this isn't wonderland) why it is I don't want to leave(friends fight, we are friends) you mean so much more to me(than i could even begin to express) than emotions high arguing and a dozennn days ive cried( they are nothing compared to it) you are my friend, (im beginning to think best) and well, i just... i want you here, (just like this)
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Jul 8, 2012
Jul 8, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
I just, want you here, just like this.
My opinions are mine don't overstep the line I might be kind But don't take that to mind
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 4:42 AM UTC
UnderExposed
Insecure, was the sign on your door, The door was always unlocked You were quick to answer with every knock Your back pocket held a mirror, it is for protection you said. A faint replication of self worth Would stare back at you. On stainless steel tear stained water spots left paths tracing back to your regrets A slice of the world reflected in the pointed mirror everything was more burnished, but inverted. You used it to cut through the ****** tension Between you and your frivolous guests, with slick, quick witted flirting. So sharp, you penetrated through Leaving a piece of yourself inside their hearts. No exit wounds. When you stare at it in your clutch it points north, Towards the star that is always there For you, that will guide you home But the magnetic attraction towards your thirst for drama, Sidetracks you. Like a deflecting needle That is no longer running on its axis Free will, bouncing thoughtlessly With the world no longer holding it captive Not moving in accordance To what keeps the world balanced, What a thrill, You like the way the world looks So limiting, so manipulative When it is reflected on the narrow surface Wrong side up. You grip the knife, carelessly Until you overstep the boundary Of right and wrong And you trip on the tight roped tension That you had strewn across between you and the other side And you stumble, your canny dallying discourse slips away, hitting hard, landing straight in the back of the one who loved you for your innocent eyes who didn’t come in through the door with the sign but instead came in, through the window of your soul.
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Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC
Shiny Sharp Shame
Insecure, was the sign on your door, The door was always unlocked You were quick to answer with every knock Your back pocket held a mirror, it is for protection you said. A faint replication of self worth Would stare back at you. On stainless steel tear stained water spots left paths tracing back to your regrets A slice of the world reflected in the pointed mirror everything was more burnished, but inverted. You used it to cut through the ****** tension Between you and your frivolous guests, with slick, quick witted flirting. So sharp, you penetrated through Leaving a piece of yourself inside their hearts. No exit wounds. When you stare at it in your clutch it points north, Towards the star that is always there For you, that will guide you home But the magnetic attraction towards your thirst for drama, Sidetracks you. Like a deflecting needle That is no longer running on its axis Free will, bouncing thoughtlessly With the world no longer holding it captive Not moving in accordance To what keeps the world balanced, What a thrill, You like the way the world looks So limiting, so manipulative When it is reflected on the narrow surface Wrong side up. You grip the knife, carelessly Until you overstep the boundary Of right and wrong And you trip on the tight roped tension That you had strewn across between you and the other side And you stumble, your canny dallying discourse slips away, hitting hard, landing straight in the back of the one who loved you for your innocent eyes who didn’t come in through the door with the sign but instead came in, through the window of your soul.
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It's been over a year and I cannot forget it My heart always hurts and I tend to let it I strive for a connection but always regret it Lines get drawn and I overstep them It's a problem that I'm stuck in the past But for my heart time moves to fast Life tells jokes and I forget to laugh I close my eyes when reality floods back So maybe I'm not As fine as I thought Maybe I lose myself from time to time on accident This isn't a promise I'm just being honest When I say I hope I find myself before it all ends
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Mar 30, 2022
Mar 30, 2022 at 3:00 PM UTC
I hold onto things
a false promise of freedom to a captured man, just like a cup of poison, filled up to the brim. a note between the stones of all the walls we've built and all all the walls they tore down just to fight again. it's nothing like the light that breaks a peaceful dawn, it's painted in the colours of a foreign flag. and everything that burns takes us a lifetime back, and everyone who died was not meant to be born. acceptance isn't earned, it's but a weapon drawn and aimed at those who dare to overstep the line. a shattered cup of poison for a senseless crime filled up by blood of every prisoner of war.
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Apr 16, 2024
Apr 16, 2024 at 4:33 PM UTC
cup of poison
Careful casting blessings in tongues not truly understood It's said there is a serpent that entangles dragon's blood And spitfire be a voice so loose with foolish finds Looking towards inviting angels, but be the demons in disguise Karmic value matters in existence past the alibis So negligent some limbs behave upon the Tree of Life Do you count the numbers or apply them? Do the readings code the river stream? Divine and simple too easy to believe I'm starting to think that many will not in aeons, come to perceive Regressing back into the caves To fight the tigers with their blades Spirit can always evolve, but beside the spirit remains an umbra The serpent that binds as the helix to merge with yours Through the jungles in your mind and beneath your ocean's floor Tempting to eliminate duality in disavowing ways But comes the wave and overstep of the orchestra's score Written by the master architect to arrest ophidian psyche force
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
Obverse Hellion
I walk days into the cities until the sad man shouts within the belly of my festering, backwards institution: "Hate me for the songs I can not sing." If you walk long enough you will begin to see everyone you know, passing you, not looking at you passing, voyer-platonic you see. A ghost begins skipping trees, branch to branch. Tried and true I send to you my best wisdom: defeat the peace and don't overstep your heros.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 2:47 AM UTC
The Summoning
Waters of Visualizations flow through my soul Slumbering, peacefully, winds of energies from afar The call and whisk me away To those astral planes allowing us to walk and travel without tolls. without limitations. As I touched your hands and I looked into your eyes Your face appeared that it was not of this Earth It was Human in looks and her beauty was quite breathtaking She spoke in a language which seemed as if it were from ancient times. Beautiful sounding words. At first, my brain could not comprehend the messages that she was trying to convey to me After holding her right hand, a glow, to my temple A short while later...in talk and in understandings of each other We had no limitations and were free. She spoke of the lack of appreciation For the gifts of being placed in a new and beautiful world Underappreciating the intelligence that "our family" was given However, it had not dared to even tap within the childlike entry into such logic and learning. How she reached out to me as I had been one of the few who tried to reach above this limits in which our family had been proud to watch me frow and overstep I realized then.. we were not of this Earth. We were a race from beyond the stars and were, to the openness to see such, were unwilling. After strolling for what appeared to be many hours It, was indeed many years on our real planet, which she spoke the name of "Xinix" "Remain off course and watch the downfall of your world and extended family through useless wars and power greed. Refuse to see our true native tongue..not in words..but in telekinetic Communual Speech of Connected Minds." "Spread the word. You have the brain knowledge I shared and the willingness to see our second planet grow. We shall always be in touch. Even past the measurement of stars...Through our Living Souls... I know, Xenopus (your Xinic Race Name. To slow down or stop this infinite, childlike  insanity...or be the rescued while those about you destroy their own existence." "I'll be looking after you." The winds threw me back into my "ordinary and Logical World.." This time, I "knew such travels were not of a dream" As looking at my chest in the mirror - I saw the glowing blue heart beating from inside of me... My true Family crest of one who Shall Help Teach the world. To those who would be able to understand and listen. So I might be able to save, much more of our family, to reach the joining of a peaceful and loving race, true blue.
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
We are Family from Beyond Many Stars
Waters of Visualizations flow through my soul Slumbering, peacefully, winds of energies from afar The call and whisk me away To those astral planes allowing us to walk and travel without tolls. without limitations. As I touched your hands and I looked into your eyes Your face appeared that it was not of this Earth It was Human in looks and her beauty was quite breathtaking She spoke in a language which seemed as if it were from ancient times. Beautiful sounding words. At first, my brain could not comprehend the messages that she was trying to convey to me After holding her right hand, a glow, to my temple A short while later...in talk and in understandings of each other We had no limitations and were free. She spoke of the lack of appreciation For the gifts of being placed in a new and beautiful world Underappreciating the intelligence that "our family" was given However, it had not dared to even tap within the childlike entry into such logic and learning. How she reached out to me as I had been one of the few who tried to reach above this limits in which our family had been proud to watch me frow and overstep I realized then.. we were not of this Earth. We were a race from beyond the stars and were, to the openness to see such, were unwilling. After strolling for what appeared to be many hours It, was indeed many years on our real planet, which she spoke the name of "Xinix" "Remain off course and watch the downfall of your world and extended family through useless wars and power greed. Refuse to see our true native tongue..not in words..but in telekinetic Communual Speech of Connected Minds." "Spread the word. You have the brain knowledge I shared and the willingness to see our second planet grow. We shall always be in touch. Even past the measurement of stars...Through our Living Souls... I know, Xenopus (your Xinic Race Name. To slow down or stop this infinite, childlike  insanity...or be the rescued while those about you destroy their own existence." "I'll be looking after you." The winds threw me back into my "ordinary and Logical World.." This time, I "knew such travels were not of a dream" As looking at my chest in the mirror - I saw the glowing blue heart beating from inside of me... My true Family crest of one who Shall Help Teach the world. To those who would be able to understand and listen. So I might be able to save, much more of our family, to reach the joining of a peaceful and loving race, true blue.
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Go to sleep, it’s past midnight. And watch your nightmares come to life. It’s a sick freak show, Heck we should know, Mother get me a knife. This house smells of stale liquor. The poison blood, it runs deeper. Take my hand, It’s so cold, And soon will be colder and stiffer. I watch the bruises bloom and fade. But the shame – it will never change. I’m always at war, Face to the floor, Father, this is what you made. Drag me down and yank me under. It feels like home in a whirl of thunder. Will the sun shine? Will you reach me in time? Or back to misery plunder. Vicious circle, round and round. Get up, slammed down, get up, down. I’ll hide amidst torture, As least it’s familiar, And I promise not to make a sound. I see the needle, the stumble in your step. Eyes roll back, warmth up your neck. We are all insecure, How can you be sure? You’ll die if you overstep. Put me in a blinding daze, I don’t want to feel the pain. Yes, I am running, Coward? Maybe. I tried to burn a flame. I’m not made of china, I don’t easily break. I am purely liquified so don’t make that mistake. I won’t hold together, Unless you cage me in, Come and get me Lucifer, how much more can I take in?
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC
Circus of Suffering
how i know i can't swim, we somehow drifted apart and i could have taken the advise of Moses, and split the waters in between us in two, -but tell me if love wasn't made for two while i butter you up with sweet words to have you as a spread still feeling anxious as two ticks of a message, still unread. ....._tying, tying,_ i still doubt i'm your type, that sort of guy you like cos he liked you first,- you must call me cute and i feel myself trapped in an  unwelcome phenomenon -really feeling acute but if you could feast on my eyes, you'd fall prey to your hunger, if i gave the right look. maybe i should tattoo my words for their intentions to stick but even a subtle taste, bite and a lick, can at times overstep the tingles rushing down to your feet. so i do prefer to kiss but before the kiss, tell me if we'll be trading skin for skin, or shedding skin off skin cos we both know kiss will always rhyme with hiss.
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Nov 9, 2023
Nov 9, 2023 at 2:28 PM UTC
before the kissssss
My grandad used to buy Wall’s vanilla ice cream and Robinson’s orange squash for me When I’d visit him as a child. For the longest time, food of any kind Was just food and nothing Was a treat or Had to be earned. Now I yearn for a lackadaisical meal, For squash and ice cream, For food to be food and it all to be good. For when calculators were used in maths lessons and not to pinpoint the exact moment I overstep and My figure becomes Mathematically incorrect. I want to re-learn how to exercise for fun and not punishment, How to be happy and grateful for my fuel and nourishment.
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Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 1:55 PM UTC
Eat me, drink me
What am I to do when you invade my life? What am I to do when you refuse to say goodbye? What am I to do when you lie, lie, lie? What am I to do? What am I to do when you overstep your boundaries? What am I to do when you can't seem to stop? What am I to do when I feel all alone? What am I to do when I want it all to end? What am I to do when I just give up? I give up. That's the end. The end.
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC
What am I to do?
The telephone is constantly ringing; I’m on the verge of insanity. It’s all I can do when answering calls Not to break out in profanity. It doesn’t help to block a number, For callers will use another. How many do they have access to? Twenty? Forty? Brother! The scammers are the worst, of course-- Each a conniving crook! But telephone solicitors? Also bad in my book! If they would only take NO for an answer, It wouldn’t be so bad. But when they importune me for money, That’s when I get mad. Sometimes solicitors overstep The bounds of familiarity; If they do, I’ll flatly refuse To donate to their charity. I hate to be rude, but it’s hard not to Say something mean. As I said, I'm at the point Of saying something obscene! It MUST be self-defeating for them, For I know I'm not alone When I say they’re forcing me To never answer my phone. The “Do Not Call List”? What a joke! Robocalls? A pain. All of us in phone-call hell Have the right to complain. This phone-call madness will have its place In the annals of demonology, For we know one thing: it is one Of the curses of modern technology. -by Bob B (9-13-18)
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
Blasted Phone Calls!
The ones you love the most will break your heart once or twice It's not because their evil their human, they will mess up sometimes The one you give your heart to will disappoint you one day It's not because they don't love you their fighting demons that won't ever go away The people you call your friends will make mistakes that will upset you It's not because they don't care about your friendship it's just what they have to do The sun won't always shine sometimes it will rain It doesn't mean something bad will happen it's God's way of cleansing your pain Your parents who you thought were perfect may overstep their boundaries by telling you what to do It's not because they doubt you it's their way of saying that they care about you The God you lean on 24/7 will cause you to hit rock bottom It's not because he deserted you it's the only way you will grow
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
That's Just Life
I think of you a lot Though not in the way I used to Before I'd be much more be preoccupied with sadness Even about happy memories But now it's a lot of anxiety instead Anxiety about wanting to talk to you But not knowing what to say Deciding on the general idea But getting hung up on the tone And in every text I do send I am rereading every individual word Trying to ensure that I don't Come across as too invested or Overstep some invisible boundary Because I don't trust that I can do that Without hurting you or Making you want to run away And athough someday you wont be in my life I'd rather it not start today
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Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
Friends-ish?
the minutes fly by as we talk we laugh share tears and joy an idle thought or moments of silence the minutes turn to hours days, weeks, months but time an again it'll be someone else time and again I'll shed endless tears the tormented wonderings why her and why not me am I never good enough? It is a fools game that i am partaking and for the life of me I cannot escape once again, again and again I am where I am a window pane shut close upon the past anguish only at times they peer through a glass window There are no blinds for past hurts and they sharpen when you ask after a long hour of lighthearted chatter do we have an understanding? you are wary of my stubborn heart and i think once again why am i not good enough? why must i stand only your ally? forgiving, accepting, ever present, by your side but only just beyond that line that i must never overstep and once again i ascertain it must be that i am never good enough
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Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 2:39 AM UTC
Good enough
Wandering soul innocent and free You keep destroying the warrior inside of me I try to harden and fight against the reaper I sink into the dark abyss deeper Still looking for a way out I keep going down the wrong route They think I'm not that strong Those idiots are completely wrong They killed me but death itself fears what it didn't know The raging demon locked in my soul I'll use this strength to punish the tormentors Waiting for us to overstep our mentors Living each day with horrar and pain The darkness inside driving us insane Trying to find what they call mosia...
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
Wandering Gouki
Prelude: From Fullness swathing, wake left in wake of...truly, there is no passing but an Emptying of Fullness. ...Needless to say, ecstatically vibrating...you have all the blessings silence can muster. Could, I would...imbed this sky in memory, self-proclaim its radiant blankness upon it. That I may be what I see, already in memory of me, though I've come to know and love...that any personal touch, is yet an impersonal one. Bless that which was drawn in, and drawn out...lay the heart entire upon it. We are the Knowers of things that stand, and tilt by degree momently...we are the Knowers of the last leg, lest it overstep that which it's overstepped by. Fit for us, as every other--momentously, equally fit...the call to life is what silence took as her deepest secret. Nothing could wrest this burden from her hands, for she loves it as her self... therefore restores what she holds forever. ~Om Namah Shivaya~
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
Knowers
Those who've lost, or who've been lost; The people who have nothing left. If what that red-brick shell provides Soothes but one of these sufferers, It serves a purpose to us all. A purpose it should not overstep.
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
The Gospel According To An Outsider
Sitting very much alone on a makeshift bench out of an old log, my coffee balanced in a knot in the wood I've made into a cup holder, my feet planted into the soggy leaf-covered dirt. I gaze outward onto the wooden bridge that aids the passerbyers of persons and canines to overstep the pebble-laden creek. The air is brisk, the sun sneaking only occasional glances at my solitude behind a screen of scattered trees, tall and thin, buried in leaves slowly transitioning from green to yellow. I ponder on how brave everyone has said I am, that they could never do what I'm doing, like I'm some sort of war hero. I laugh slightly to myself, for, I wonder, how much moxy does it really take to sit on an abandoned stump in the woods, fighting off tears of loneliness and anxiety? Aren't those who are brave not so chock full of doubt, not clinging to a pen and a notebook in hopes of dispelling waves of woes? The wind blows by me once more as if to reassure me that my newfound spot of singularity is exactly where I am supposed to be, so I go back to watching the passerbyers, or, momentarily, the lack thereof, sipping my coffee and soaking in my new surroundings.
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
Views from Glover Park