"overstimulation" poems
Am I really upset over this shopping cart?
This cart that is full of heavy and huge products.
Am I upset over how many people may make me stop and block my path in this store?
Every single one, just trying to get by, with their very own shopping cart.
No.
It must be this feeling of being unheard.
To follow and soon becoming lead.
But where is progression when those who follow, don’t.
Annoyance, overstimulation, anger, boil.
Every stop, turn, push.
Stop.
Turn.
Push.
Is it my fault we’re here?
Perhaps next time I’ll come alone.
Dec 11, 2023
Dec 11, 2023 at 8:10 PM UTC
Why the ****
is seemingly everyone
so ******* slutty?
What the **** happened
to maintenance
of Integrity?
******
for the right words
or for the right look
or the right price
or the right Music
or the *right *****
the most important motivation to many
seems to be *Instant ******* Gratification*:
Please.
Such folly is childish:
Males and Females alike
seem to be equally Hedonistic
and selfishly manipulative:
What dissolute, reckless, selfish
Depravity of Sanctity
hath seized our Minds
with such wrathful, gluttonous, vain, lustful, and self-destructive
Epicureanism?
It seems to me
a Mind of Displeasure
recklessly seeks Indulgence,
and thus encounters overindulgence,
which then leads to overstimulation,
which in turn leads to depreciation,
which then manifests itself
as Debauchery.
Reputation
precedes you;
it follows you
as your social Wake;
Reputation
is the Name
for the Ripples
cast by One's actions;
Sometimes it is mere gossip,
rooted in vile, childish Spite;
but most times,
it seems karmic as ****
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 6:29 PM UTC
my body is simply not conventional
to the clothes I wear
there are dips and hills plastered on my figure
hanes doesn't take into account
my weight or my height
so pulling up the waistband
drills the cotton into my skin
with no room to breathe
but I've gotten comfortable
my body is not conventional
to the clothes I wear
the hunch back of Notre Dame meets
a protruding belly that widens my waist
when I wear shirts
fabric strangles my hips
displaying my grotesque body
but I've gotten comfortable
my body is not conventional
to the clothes I wear
aged binders do their best
pools of skin are dipping out the sides
my ribs ache and it's hard to ignore
when my body wails a cracking chaos
pain and overstimulation have crept into dreams
but I've gotten comfortable
my body is not conventional
to the clothes I wear
my body is not conventional
but it doesn't bring despair
my body is not conventional
and you can't begin to understand it
because it's too crippling to bear
it's staggering to peep into a mirror
seeing my being labeled unpleasant
with the unnerving urge to rip my eyes out
and splatter my blood on the glass
why don't I just break down and sit there
it's heavy to carry my weight and be hyperaware
it's easy to not care and maybe I'd take that route
but I'm not conventional
so I'm taking another way downstairs
Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 2:53 AM UTC
Free yourself from yourself;
transcend your own Mind.
Mind is a tool that can be used, in any way seen as fit, but, it can also abuse;
it will ultimately dominate your existence, if allowed to.
Mind tends to lead One down the Paths of Overstimulation; Overindulgence. Overthinking.
To overcome these forces is to forge in fire a stronger and more complete Self:
Ride the Waves; but take heed of the Undertow.
You are in control until the point where you sacrifice it for peace of mind.
It is either a conscious decision or an act of desperation; subordination. Surrender. Defeat.
To sacrifice self-control for sake of comfort;
this indulgent peace of mind is hollow and fleeting,
a mere moment in the ebb and flow of Time.
Cling not to Peace of Mind; you shall be dragged downstream.
Seek it not; lest you **** yourself to a wild goose chase.
Claim it not when you have it; to disrespect it is to forgo.
Simply attempt to realize the ways in which you restrict yourself;
they ways in which you've yet to set your Self free.
Try to acknowledge the ways in which your Mind is your puppeteer,
rather than it being more mutually beneficial.
These malevolent mental marionette strings exist,
for no one is it ever a one-time struggle, it sure isn't for me;
Shadow seeks always to gain power within;
to corrupt your being from the inside out, and
it will always succeed if you don't redirect it.
*Mind can break thy chains as quickly and easily as it makes them.
It just takes awareness and willpower.*
Free yourself from yourself for yourself; though it's neither easy nor simple.
Free yourself from yourself for yourself; it is up to you alone to grow as a Being.
Free yourself from yourself for yourself; no one else is able to do it for you.
Free yourself from yourself for yourself; though you must teach yourself how.
Free yourself from yourself for yourself.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC
It feels surreally good
to lay out here
in the stillness that is day
and contemplate things.
Apathy
is a deadly disease
of the soul and mind.
Over-simulation
And overstimulation
are the venom
of genius.
Sweat libidinous
Big Black bass,
pulverize me
recognize me
sacrifice me
lobotomize me
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
Pain's accretion--black snaked with royal purple--
therewith and more of, in cold case of less--
pain inexorable.
Fear's favorite pet spoilt with handling.
Pain's redemptive quality is repulsed by plain
sight, it must mobilize malignancy, purloin the
jury, condemn, palm hope to hopelessness.
Fixity--its host must remain in firm attendance.
Enough is ready...a ripened type of monologue...
the crosshairs of silence.
To grow demented from overstimulation,
breaking the same news to what needs dying.
Fetal position suffices...warm, a spinning vinyl
record scratching toward dawn.
The woodwork calls a name--as a woman hoarse...
with labor pain...rebirth.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
These are powerful forces;
heed them in the utmost.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
Don't be scared, many thrive on your fear. Rather than oppose their agenda they'd prefer you disappear. Hard to reach a clear point when they keep us foggy with beer and glamorous dramatic sporting events to cheer. Bloodlines are tied to America's smeared reflection. Attention on major media is a forced perspective injection. Ill intentions under false pretenses. Double standards give minorities the maximum sentence, while the privileged sit smiling at the chance of repentance. They'll work you for life to justify your existence. Years fly by and the flame of soul gets diminished. Simply questioning why is a revolutionary act, yet too many minds paper chasing in attempt to flaunt stacks. It's the American dream, you have to be asleep to believe. The kingmakers have never witnissed the conditions we've seen. The financially burdened are flown overseas, dropping bombs on the innocent, hearing pained children scream. War is the ultimate greed, a disastrous dance. Still we stand in Afghanistan protecting poppy plants. ****** epidemic is rising, friends of ours have died from trying. The pills being pushed are multiplying and it's big pharma that has been supplying. Another commercial, overdose from overstimulation. Glued to electronics the TV America is nothing more than simulation. High expectations with low wages drowning in debt, the idea of slavery has just taken a new concept. We take orders from those that rationalize death. School never taught you how to deal with your head. Or that peace can be achieved with focus on breath. Work harder, and maybe there's an increase in pay. But I don't expect much from a nation built on the backs of slaves. So I come to you now, with a heart full of faith. I claim no religion but there's still time to be saved. My purpose is to show you, your own beacon of light. America was never great but together we can make it right. Show sone love to your neighbors, beyond all borders. You are a self-governing entity capable of declining orders. So how you gonna exist, within fear or love? I'll do my best exemplfying the latter so we can adopt a pattern of rising above.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
I just want to play my music loud
Enough to blow my ******* brains out
There's so much happening all at once
The overstimulation makes me want to run
My system is overwhelmed by love and joy
But that's only one side of the coin
On the flip side, anxiety is everything
So much it feels like I am drowning
Sep 28, 2022
Sep 28, 2022 at 2:34 PM UTC
the sun sets at 4'oclock central time
it's not right, it's not real
and when I turn off the lights and sit in silence.
I am in a constant state of overstimulation
I want it all
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
I call off the night with a growling, thunderous appetite for affection.
Just when I think my brain may explode from overstimulation, I encounter a yearning for an uncomplicated embrace.
I am in awe of these beautiful, strange people. Magnificent spirits worthy of everything their heart desires.
With a tightly clenched jaw and throbbing eyes, I am overwhelmed with wonder. Magic comes about in an abrupt fashion.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
Pain ****** at my eyes as I try to escape,
Try to shut out the cacophonous clamor
Attacking me from all sides at once.
I cannot defend myself from this.
I raise my hands to shield myself,
To clutch at my ears, drown out the noise.
Sensory overload, they call it,
Overstimulation and unfamiliarity.
I gasp and plead to be taken away,
But my words fall flat, and I suffocate,
Heart racing, wild, dizzy as my head spins.
Is this what it means to be lost?
I’m going to lose control, going to slip,
I’m going to I’m going to I’m going to-
Silence.
A hand in mine.
An anchor.
Grounding me.
Pulling me back.
My mind calms,
Slowly, surely.
You, patient,
Never pushing.
I collect myself.
I gather my thoughts, one at a time.
One moment, one person, one deep breath.
Do you know what you’ve done?
Do you know what you saved me from?
You were there, strong, firm,
The touch of your hand on mine,
Your hand gentle on my waist,
Soft and utterly secure, there with me.
You let us just be, silence growing;
You led me back from the edge,
Into safety, security, serenity.
I am back in the moment once again
With you, safe, warm, happy.
Is it strange of me to say
That you feel like home?
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
Eyes glued to my unlaced shoes,
Fingers picking at the skin I lose.
Friendly chatter pierces and flows,
Through the walls where my silence grows.
I think to myself — why couldn’t I be normal?
As I step out, a thousand glares pierce through me,
Seeping into my soul, my mind, my very being.
Screeching rejection and denial of my existence,
All too familiar, yet I shiver in unwilling perseverance.
I think to myself — why couldn’t I be normal?
My feet tap on the linoleum floor,
Eyes adjusting to lights that roar.
Fists clench tight at sudden sounds,
Hair ripped out as overstimulation surrounds.
People think to themselves — why couldn’t she just be normal?
A shift in routine rewires my brain,
Lingering fears of my portrayal as disdain.
Just another “quirk” to break a beloved bond,
Maybe I’ll hide who I am so we can move on.
I think to myself — maybe I’ll try to be normal
The longer I mask, the more I ache,
From every movement I dread to fake.
It doesn’t matter how I feel,
I work, I serve, to turn the wheel.
I think to myself — how do I even be normal?
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 1:13 AM UTC
Oh my god I feel so depressed right now
i ATE weigh too many tacos a few hours ago
It's raining outside...which is cool, I guess
I cna listen to any song on the planet but don't feel like it anymore...which is a big part of the depression
I wAS recently diagnosed with overstimulation or something liek that...seriously.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC
Some lexicon you got there, kid, some funny picks you choose from the lot you were taught, some things you spit that I look for and just aren’t there
Why do you need poetry and bloviation to tell your story? What aviation, fight or flight does that give you, burrowing your meaning in storms of complexity
Does it do you no work to simplify
See a problem, rectify it
Why do you look at a shoelace and untie it
Unlace the strands of humanities patterns like the peel of an orange
The earth is one big orange
And we flatten it like a piece of paper
Superheros were given capes so that in flat spaces, they fly
Why do you try to weigh yourself down with salty slabs of thoughts you cry?
What is it about the look in that eye the cooks you so hot you break like clay in kiln your eyes see a film in everything
It’s all a deep surround sound movie
And to you, it’s so rewarding to blink in your real-time recording
Camcorder on board with the lines you drew dragging your sneakers in the dirt
It’s random like that but it’s raw and dries like glue- clear, but smells like something manmade and stuck together
And there’s noise around you, however, whatever overstimulation annoys you, you are not alone
People will notice you and say,
Who’s this?
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
There is something about a library
That gets me thinking,
All those volumes make me fiery.
The mind travels far and wide, linking
Me to places I can hide. Lives lost
In dusty old books,
New lives imagined where there is no cost
But farcical flying carpets high above chinooks.
I cook delicious and dainty treats,
And watch other readers’ faces post euphoria.
I learn how to write a cinematic screenplay that’ll get bums on seats,
Ideas generated a plethora.
A quiet and soulful space,
Libraries help you positively grow.
In here, I can understand the myriad of lace,
And how to safely stitch a satin dress to flow.
In here, I've also fallen asleep,
So tired from overstimulation.
The overseers struggled to rouse from deep,
As these books hastened satisfied adulation.
This is a base
That deserves your attention,
We’ll benefit from reading your next case
Transported to lofty lands by the prose you mention.
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 12:32 AM UTC
hyperaware of every movement and sound
pencil scratching paper turns to metal on glass
voices to piercing needles
footsteps to a sledgehammer
light feels blinding
burning like the sun
the brush of a fingertip
tears into me like barbwire
internally screaming but making sound hurts
shaking so hard you'd think I'm freezing
please stop talking
please stop moving
please turn the lights off
but I cannot express these requests
Apr 30, 2024
Apr 30, 2024 at 2:25 PM UTC