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3.1k · Sep 2014
A-corn
Yoverthinker Sep 2014
I wish I was an acorn, To be protected with tough exoshell.
To not care how high the world is, To not matter what heights I fell.

I wished I was an acorn, to be secluded in the ground,
Bathe in darkness, I’d be lost. Persistent sunlight; me she found.

I wished I was an acorn, young potential packed in a nut,
Consumed by mother Earth, I’d sprout life within her gut.
1.8k · Dec 2014
Water
Yoverthinker Dec 2014
She is a sailor,
an aquatic beast,
a mermaid,
a siren; swimming in a sea of my tears.

Drought as the rain stops.
Drained; plug pulled on Calypso.
The dry riverbed yielding its precious stones.
1.7k · Oct 2014
Crimson Crane
Yoverthinker Oct 2014
Fledgling no longer, She sails through the night,
Past the dark days, her soul; it takes flight,

Woman she becomes, Knowledge she consumes,
The past she revels in, history she exhumes,

Nest she builds; stained from ancestral blood,
Life no longer contained, now emotional flood,

Parallel Pair; numerical symmetry,
May she live long; another plus Century.

Best of wishes to you. May you succeed in all of your future endeavors.
874 · Dec 2014
101º
Yoverthinker Dec 2014
Coming in waves, melting hearts along her path,
No disregard for chilled cores, none for her wrath,
Benevolent beauty, Malevolent laugh,
Fronts sweeping through, observe the aftermath,
Nonexistent guilt, none in regret,
Blazing through cities, bringing in sweat,
Bringing storms in her wake, the cold desired,
Her aurora, she burns; hotter than fire,
Submit; we do, lay low until shes’ pass,
Igniting the air, inhale not the vapors of gas,
Board up our homes, prevent her from getting in,
Inevitable demise, no use shes going to win,
430 · Dec 2014
Someday
Yoverthinker Dec 2014
I’m a flirt but I fear relationships,
Chase; however not good with that ****,

Do all that is good to make her smile,
Pursue and Pursuit; chase a million miles,

But with her in my grasp, I tremble, I’m weak,
Not smooth with words, I stutter when speak,

With her in my presence, my legs become jelly,
Sweaty palms condense; butterflied belly,

I’m Awkward, I’ll find the girl who loves that,
Poke fun of my nerves, fill emotional heart gap.

— The End —