One:
Wake up slowly.
Admit it was never that deep.
Let your first word be hmmm.
Let your second be whatever.
Two:
Stretch, but not like you mean it.
Pop one joint, then stop.
You are not an overachiever.
You’re alive. That’s enough.
Three:
Brew something hot
and unnecessarily complicated.
Call it process.
Sip. Sigh.
Spill a little on purpose.
Four:
Reintroduce yourself
to color.
Start with gray.
Work up to a muted mustard.
No pressure.
Five:
Trust nothing that smiles too easily.
Except maybe dogs.
And one cashier
who says you’re all set
like she means it.
Six:
Throw out the list you made
of everyone who owes you.
Keep the one you made
of whom you survived—
remember who survived you.
Seven:
Don’t look for closure.
Just check your teeth for spinach
when you think you ate,
and get on with it.
In the Spring I am prone to fever,
all year I’m an overachiever;
Old library’s where I like to hang,
learning a bit more than urban slang;
Left to indulge infatuation,
I drown in whimsical fixation;
Free to discover a wondrous realm,
flipping a page now I’m at the helm;
With each photo of a distant land
the gamut of reality is scanned;
Gleaned what I could it wasn’t enough,
I longed for lethal flames that would snuff;
One glance at myself in the window
startled instantly by my shadow;
A pair of eyes that shine I perspire,
is that me just waiting to spew fire?
The reflection now hard to believe,
my inner beast sat covered in scales;
Suddenly I began to dry heave,
I was now fit to tell Dragon’s tales.
Dear Heart,
I’d like to file a formal complaint
It seems that your an obsessive overachiever
That you take your job a little to seriously
Dear Heart,
Please stop breaking yourself into a million little pieces-
Because you fall in love with ideas and hypotheticals
Because you color people before they can show you their true aura
Dear Heart,
Why
Why do you find every crumbling transparent excuse for the world
But somehow you make yourself bleed
Why can’t you put up a wall against the hailing obscenities
Why can’t you knock down that wall for a genuine whisper
Dear Heart,
You were supposed to be a road map to happiness
But it seems I’m lost somewhere between I love you and I miss you
You are supposed to find contentment in success and lessons in failures
But you grasp for the next and the regret
Dear Heart,
I know your tired and broken
But Brain is telling me to tell you to stop crying
Dear Heart,
I’m sorry I yelled at you
I’m sorry I thought a bandaid was enough to fix you
Dear Heart,
I know your Shattered-
But I promise I won’t lose the pieces
To the modern dancer: It's your objective to be off the ground longer than being on it ... And make it look easy.
We were born to be real, not to be perfect
Only one Child was given life, innocent at birth
Everyone else was born with a flaw, or a defect
and walks upon this planet called, Mother Earth
If any of us continually strive for perfection,
we face a destiny to live quite disappointed
and foolishly heading in the wrong direction.
Humans are not born as one of the anointed.
So don't be a pragmatist or even a worrywart
Being an overachiever will cause you heartache
Enjoy days of leisure and don't give it a thought
that being a paragon offers a means of escape.
********************
I am fearfully and wonderfully made by my Creator. I am a living soul and a breathing human being. I was created for a purpose and will in my life. I am created by the love of God. I am Blessed. I am somebody. I am an overachiever in hardships. I am a accomplisher and I do my best. I never give up and keep pushing forward. I will not fall because I have strength that comes from the Lord. Jesus Christ died for my sins and forgave me. I am a humbled spirit who forgives others and shares my peace with many colors. I am a rainbow full of love. I am a fighter and writer. I will win the race. I will achieve my greatest prize and that is to serve our living God and see his Face. I am God’s child. I am Daniel. God Bless!
Flowers awaken your inner sleep. A precious pearl turns into a charming look that paralyze your mind with a love at first sight sign. You are tickled into a coma on hospice care. You died and now you have been brought back to life with a Jesus Stare. Your emotions of spirit rebounds into a love desire. Their is a cluster of clouds vaporized as you reach up higher. Your a moment, a thought, a memory in action. Your a soul, a race driver, a prayer in motion. You make your moves in persistence of character. Your an overcome patient who is a contractor in fixed behavior. Who you are is what you became to be. Eyes close eyes, once a blind man, a born again Christian who can now see. Deliverance in Peace as your rocket hits the sky. Clinging on to hope with an eternal cry. Your an overachiever, a free blazed spirit, a dancing lyric, a person of interest. Many believers will celebrate with you with a spark of Church friction. You are who you are, a shining star. God Bless!
she kisses each misty eye
i look at the access from across the street
i am told to move along
i just listen to the waves and drown out modern normality
she kisses each misty eye
i pick up a beautiful seashell obviously dropped by an inspiring overachiever
i stare into space and pray to the heavens for my feet to sink in the sand
to my dismay, all i can do is write a poem about it
i am not an expert at it, but i try
she kisses each misty eye
i kiss her back and offer to buy her a chocolate candy apple
she says that she wants an elephant ear instead
i look around and tell her to use her imagination
she then replies to me saying 'let's drive around, silly'
with no choice and no delay, i simply say 'okay'
Passionate…
I am forever the dreamer, a writer, an idealist, and an overachiever,
who loves gardening, family, and Michael
I have ideas about donating, volunteering, and helping others less fortunate
I feel at times anxious, impatient, and disheartened about life in general
I fear that we will never find the cure for cancer, racism, and world hunger
I want to sparkle, laugh, and spread more hope to others in my lifetime
Resident of a resilient human race
Lady
Do you know what I'm sick of?
Expectations
Expected to live this picture perfect life
My life is not a post card
I do not own a picket fence
And if I did it would probably be black
And broken
But that's ok
sometimes my life can be terrifying
I spent 36 years trying to be someone I'm not
Waiting for the Pat on the head of approval i never got
What is it that I'm doing so wrong ?
Why is it that my efforts are never quite enough ?
So one day I decided
No more
My heart is good and my soul is kind
This will help me sleep at night
An overachiever my whole life
But who for ?
Who am I trying to impress ?
It wasn't me
Because all that ever did was make me miserable
So I've dropped the act and this is now me
If you don't like it then it's fine
I seek no ones approval but my own
You see I wasn't acting before
That timid girls still in there
But she deserves some peace
To know that she's enough
Not for anyone else
But she's enough for me
I did better than all the rest
but that was normal for me
to lose a bit of sleep
just so I could do good
but you just don’t understand
why I do this all the time
I have to and although it seems odd
it’s true for just me and not you
the only way I get seen
is to overdo everything
I’m smart but not that smart
pretty but not gorgeous
I fit in but only just that
maybe if I had many talents
my family would see
but here I am plain Jane
with nothing special to my name
all my talents are not unique
just as good as other people’s
and always someone can do it better
so here I am overachiever
just so they may see me
even if it is just this once
maybe so I can gain a moment
from that name plain Jane
with no other talents to her name
Don't go with the flow if your direction is not pointing that way.
Don't copy others just because you are scared showing yourself.
Don't fear contradiction or being different.
It Okay to become leader of your own destiny.
Flexibility help you understand the others view.
Decide what is best for you and what it takes to make a dream a reality.
Discharge from you the negativity like if the are toxins.
Become an overachiever from the monsters of life
Balance is a challenge but is best to have it as a survival technique.
You have powerful weapons in your hands.
Use your talent, Become your talent, and embrace your skills.
Love yourself and Balance in harmony to attract the good spirits of life.
You matter regardless of the negative thinking that makes you stumble.
Don't let goblins and dragons defeat you.
Don't let the beauty of your fear stop from your goals.
Dreams do come true if you don't give up and work upward towards it.
Become who you truly are.
Those who really love you will accept you as this.
They will become your friends, fans, mentors, and the aid from heavy rain.
Your never alone in this world so let your colors bloom.
Filled with wounds and scars is my tormented heart.
The cause of my anguish is the events of my past.
Dark shadows that hunt me day and night
Follow me without rest.
I refuse to turn back and look
Fear runs in search of me and grabs me.
Im scared and filled with sorrowness
I prefer to not turn back and look.
Forward I walk a step-at-a-time
My future I do not know.
If Im sure of one thing that would be i can change my present.
Creator of my own destiny I am now.
My choices will become wiser this time.
Clever I shall be today.
I will act and not become motionless.
I stand walking forward slowly.
Fear laugh's in my face.
I face challenges everyday but i wont quit the on this battle.
Past is past and the present is present.
Overachiever Im becoming and proud I stand now.
Applying for teacher certification
I caused one technician much consternation
My fingerprints had simply not registered
Again and again the test he administered
“Guess you could have had a career in crime,”
He retorted reapplying ink grime
He said this had never happened before
But the results he surely couldn’t ignore
He sent me to an experienced tester
Who made many cracks, joked like a jester
He claimed my blank prints were quite unique
Turned over my hands just to take a peek
The delicate lines could scarcely be seen
And the fingers themselves were awfully lean
“What work do you do?” he asked with a scowl
As he removed the ink with a towel
“I now type 82 words per minute,
Most of my life I’ve been immersed in it"
My helpless fingers were worn to the bone
And my tester let out a mournful groan
Apparently pounding on my keyboard
Had produced an undesired reward
Faint thumbprints revealed no criminal record
And I won an overachiever award
Typing is essential to the work I do
Next time they need prints, I’ll remove my shoes
** True story for the Finger Frenzy contest
Outside Looking In (By: Lakeyia Clark; 4/7/08)
You’re on the outside looking in, so tell me what do you see.
Is it a hardworking, goal-oriented, single mother possibly?
Or is it just another young black female with no direction in life?
Not knowing I’m an overachiever despite my strife.
On the outside looking in, you only see what I show.
But the inside is much different from the outside, in a way you’ll never know.
A mask covering up the outside is what you’re probably thinking.
Or is it a cry out for understanding of a person mistaken?
You don’t see what I see, or know what I know.
You’re on the outside looking in and that’s as far as you’ll ever go.
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