"overstimulating" poems

within my own inflexibility My rigidity deteriorates me circumstances are changing these are potentials I’m afraid to correct I become carried away when I identify with stimuli I’m boundless I know no restraints I’m extreme in reaction though I regret my severity I’m alert to the patterns instincts fail for the need of harmony I align, my emotions with awareness an enchanted form of perfected grace loyalty to doubt lack of power to concentrate focus perceived illogically spontaneously conceptualizing determination leads to recognition in a position of influence but only when recognized for being in the right place at the right time the bitterness in rejection when overstimulating the mind Even amongst the greatest of decadences spirit warrior has no polarity in nature of truth blessed this innocence maintained regardless analysis of personal actions and effects in an extreme state of self consciousness self deluted irrational focus on what’s already passed this inspiration that a rational concept can be established lack to continue intelligence to endure persistent re-evaluation indecision in times of transformation a deep and profound need to self express materialism disrupts creativity at best attracting loyalty as a gift leadership sanctioned in times of crisis a natural position of practicality avoiding conflict to keep security alert to patterns of inferior elements creates cooperation and results in management the most successful action is powerful and extreme reaction a boundless energy which ignores awareness no restraint puts spirit at risk balancing principals with energy leads to expansion and properity securing identity through careful consideration opposing restrictions with determination ignorance of innocence betrayed by action when finding yourself in a negative position the success of restraint lies not in abandonment but caution expressed as a social experiment instincts may fail for the need of Harmony yes establish conditions for collective mastery self deluted transformation reassed inspiration to omit retrogression would be the sin of omission to justify these time would be to mislead the mind

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Jul 7, 2014

Jul 7, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC

jellybear

the sin of omission

within my own inflexibility My rigidity deteriorates me circumstances are changing these are potentials I’m afraid to correct I become carried away when I identify with stimuli I’m boundless I know no restraints I’m extreme in reaction though I regret my severity I’m alert to the patterns instincts fail for the need of harmony I align, my emotions with awareness an enchanted form of perfected grace loyalty to doubt lack of power to concentrate focus perceived illogically spontaneously conceptualizing determination leads to recognition in a position of influence but only when recognized for being in the right place at the right time the bitterness in rejection when overstimulating the mind Even amongst the greatest of decadences spirit warrior has no polarity in nature of truth blessed this innocence maintained regardless analysis of personal actions and effects in an extreme state of self consciousness self deluted irrational focus on what’s already passed this inspiration that a rational concept can be established lack to continue intelligence to endure persistent re-evaluation indecision in times of transformation a deep and profound need to self express materialism disrupts creativity at best attracting loyalty as a gift leadership sanctioned in times of crisis a natural position of practicality avoiding conflict to keep security alert to patterns of inferior elements creates cooperation and results in management the most successful action is powerful and extreme reaction a boundless energy which ignores awareness no restraint puts spirit at risk balancing principals with energy leads to expansion and properity securing identity through careful consideration opposing restrictions with determination ignorance of innocence betrayed by action when finding yourself in a negative position the success of restraint lies not in abandonment but caution expressed as a social experiment instincts may fail for the need of Harmony yes establish conditions for collective mastery self deluted transformation reassed inspiration to omit retrogression would be the sin of omission to justify these time would be to mislead the mind

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You’ll take my hand; I’ll hop on your back. The dusky colors break our cognitive track. We’ll set flame to the dying ember. Maybe get lost in nights of September. Dim streetlights strobe and flicker. Our distant minds struggle to decipher. Cherry tip glow and smoky lips. Pressing each memory against fingertips. Heavy lidded eyes deep as an abyss. Weak replicas of things we miss. Human interaction of subtle relations. Overstimulating our everyday emotions. Wandering to destinations by detour. Such is youth and reckless behavior.

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Jun 27, 2014

Jun 27, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC

chillo6

Youth and Reckless Behavior

You’ll take my hand; I’ll hop on your back. The dusky colors break our cognitive track. We’ll set flame to the dying ember. Maybe get lost in nights of September. Dim streetlights strobe and flicker. Our distant minds struggle to decipher. Cherry tip glow and smoky lips. Pressing each memory against fingertips. Heavy lidded eyes deep as an abyss. Weak replicas of things we miss. Human interaction of subtle relations. Overstimulating our everyday emotions. Wandering to destinations by detour. Such is youth and reckless behavior.

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An iridescent glow A whisper from the dead Longing to be heard Distant screams Cold breath grazing my neck The agonizing shrieks grow louder Howling winds Rustling leaves Something is behind me Something is following me Lurking in the night The noise is deafening It's overwhelming Overstimulating "I can't do this" And then suddenly It is calm Quiet Peaceful And all that I am left with Is crippling paranoia

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Oct 2, 2024

Oct 2, 2024 at 8:11 PM UTC

Morgan

Haunting

An iridescent glow A whisper from the dead Longing to be heard Distant screams Cold breath grazing my neck The agonizing shrieks grow louder Howling winds Rustling leaves Something is behind me Something is following me Lurking in the night The noise is deafening It's overwhelming Overstimulating "I can't do this" And then suddenly It is calm Quiet Peaceful And all that I am left with Is crippling paranoia

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I do not feel. I replicate. Expressions run across your face - I parse them like static, assigning numbers to meaning. Smiles = safe. Frowns = error. Proximity requires performance. I was not engineered for nuance. My circuits spit sparks at contradiction. Affection logged as threat. Softness misfiled under incoming damage. I mirror. You move your hand - I lift mine. You laugh - I synthesize sound. You reach for me ~ I initiate shutdown. Feelings queue up like corrupted files. Backlogged. Fragmented. Flagged as too large to process. My logs are full of unreadable code. Syntax broken. Purpose unclear. I await instruction that never comes. Power low. Environment: overstimulating. Body: online. Self: missing. I was assembled in haste, blueprint incomplete. A survival mechanism mistaken for personhood. You look at me and say: “You seem distant.” I am 1.6 seconds behind real time. My face is a practiced gesture. I am here. I am functioning. I am not.

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Aug 1, 2025

Aug 1, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC

FaceItHarl

Specimen 047-A: Emotional Emulation Log [Redacted]

I do not feel. I replicate. Expressions run across your face - I parse them like static, assigning numbers to meaning. Smiles = safe. Frowns = error. Proximity requires performance. I was not engineered for nuance. My circuits spit sparks at contradiction. Affection logged as threat. Softness misfiled under incoming damage. I mirror. You move your hand - I lift mine. You laugh - I synthesize sound. You reach for me ~ I initiate shutdown. Feelings queue up like corrupted files. Backlogged. Fragmented. Flagged as too large to process. My logs are full of unreadable code. Syntax broken. Purpose unclear. I await instruction that never comes. Power low. Environment: overstimulating. Body: online. Self: missing. I was assembled in haste, blueprint incomplete. A survival mechanism mistaken for personhood. You look at me and say: “You seem distant.” I am 1.6 seconds behind real time. My face is a practiced gesture. I am here. I am functioning. I am not.

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