Does everyone else overthink?
I over-analyse everything,
Every little thing that people say,
As  we proceed through each day,
Horrors! I gained an ounce!
And you look full of bounce!
FU** we're going to die fat and alone!
And we'll all get gallstones,
Listen to all my inner moans,
I'm overthinking again, you see,
There should be an overthinkers' society!!

One day, upon reflection,
I decided it was mindless meditation,
How can I cure overthinking?
Folk say cure it by alcohol drinking,
Or are boozies stinking thinking?
Or I can aim for lots of reading,
Then more pulp fiction I am needing,
Shame  I don't go to the pub for drinkies,
Overthinkers have too many thinkies!

there's this technique
us overthinkers (don't) like to use,
and it's called
assuming the worst.

nothing will truly
be able to fully put
my mind at ease
until then.

it's a coin flip:
heads or tails?
it's as simple and
complicated as that.

i don't know if i'm
getting you back tomorrow
or losing you forever.

and there's nothing more
terrifying than
not knowing until then.

so until then,
i'll assume the worst.
brace myself...only to
not know how to handle
it when (if) it does occur.

i will know by this time tomorrow...
and that's somehow scarier.

what not to say to an overthinker:
1) "can we meet up and talk?"
and especially not...
2) "i'd rather talk sooner than later"

i look up at just the right time:
11:11.

if there's anything these past
few months have taught me,
it's that even when you
are expecting an ending,
no matter how long it's arrival
has been awaited...it still
never makes it any easier
when it finally arrives.

"Feelings are malleable
stretch them out and wring
them in all shapes, roll

them to little *****, bounce them
around like overthinkers
do, then you see them

leap up like cocoons
in the bowl of your hand"
he says with wide gestures

on the limestone boulder –
paddles of thumbs
and laughing eyes

under the rooflets
of white eyebrow hairs
pushing straight forward

He gives me a wedge
of Gasparini's meringue
yet he still has all his teeth

No poems today - no more thinking about what he said
or what he meant
I thought this was over - but ah, the little threats!
I'll dive into the waters, take a dip into what matters
Dissolve my shattered

That fear eating up my guts
stripping it from its bright stars
Making me gasp, for nothing at all
Making me doubt, making me fall
That thing that you don't care 'bout me
that fear that other side I don't want to see
That feeling in the chest - so bleak, so bleak
That high spirit that leads you to misery

Girl just remember
You catch a glimpse - mark your mistake
it has to catch you, not the other way
Magic will save you, this laid back rhythm you learnt
Do not drop your man, but never drop the pen.

Girl just remember
you two have come really far
Do not overthink it much;
because overthinkers do not know the names of stars.

As I walk in the thirty degree heat.
Questions that haunt me, begin to repeat.
In the summer air, however, a breeze.
Air flows wistfully, calming me with ease.

Overthinkers can lose their lives in daydream.
Something grabs ahold of mine to save me.
I get the urge to recover self esteem.
My heart, soul and so relationships redeem.

Lord, I lost you and myself soon followed.
I have gone too long, a woman hollowed.
Now the way to you is clear but winding.
Continue to shine your light so blinding.

You are patient Lord, guide each of my feet.
When I step offtrack, help me not repeat.
Focusing on you, all questions answered.
Please take them all, I look not backward.

though i abide to reason,
for it answers my confusion.
but at times it’s an oblivion,
in some worlds unexplained.

the man with unexplained hunger
for that feeling is devastatingly ******
the owner said just eat the bread
but the men insisted to be a threat
so for bread and an overture was dealt

weirdly, He referenced the hollow,
with an underwater volcano.
whilst intellects tried to argue and reason,
He simply said it’s no symbol,
wickedly leaving everyone dumbfounded.

or about the girl falling down
into a deep but surreal void
cakes devoured and hot tea spilled
a place where roses are smeared
gladly she came back polished

masses of reading were conducted,
ideas that were intriguing but conflicting,
yet amidst all assumption and reason,
we may have been blinded,
there may be no secret to hide.

though inexplicable through reason,
i can still explain it with one reason,
for it is the art of nonsensical whimsicality!