Overdrive Poems - Poems about Overdrive

In the cartographies merger with the soul, where topographies bring thought converge, a hidden rose blooms, its petals unfolding, like a cipher's dark emerge, thorns burst contradiction piercing the hymen with certitude, as the benthic depths, a chthonic whisper, exhale the secrets unsaid by the unuttered. Snarl-like grin washes over my visage Caliginous catacombs hail crimson cadaverous couture, sculpting masterpieces forge as leather faced misery emulate...

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(Piece is intended to be the most complex vocabulary gothic ever) Grandiloquence, mellifluous pulchritudinous, gaiety of quintessential moistening serendipity, bile deluge if you show the sanguinary breath, crimson waterfall sizzling on lava rock hellscape. Yclept necrophelia maestra, macabre tableau, dips douse abyssal incarnate, now choreographs and composes cannibalistic magnum opus, symphonies of squealing cacophony, phantasmagoric vile orchestra pulsate slay, hue garnet lachrymose veins heterogeneous idiosyncrasies. Erebus unleashed a...

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Life is not as sweet as a bowl of golden glace cherries, nor is there a golden illuminated future for a fruitless mind. Trembling hands and gritted teeth disguise my disorderly brain, feeling lost in the mist, surrounded by drowned out voices. Deceptive chanting charms plant everyday confusion, with stalking emotions running through my mind's corridors, carrying a voice that...

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Anxiety went into overdrive regarding... "check engine light" being on I desperately clutched (the Peanuts stuffed animal) Woodstock to help me absorb shock. What invisible agent provocateur née ghost in the machine sinister force hell bent to rob me of every red cent, whereby checking account incurred major dent (albeit figurative) required yearly vehicular ownership event. Unavoidable collision course with money woes does frankly zap proud owner of car will...

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Shifting into tomorrow, today passing through the exhaust The RPM’s marking time and space —direction all but lost (Dreamsleep: February, 2021)...

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The harmony that we feel is the real deal And is so worth the fight Baby, we need to treat each other right Let's never be mean or pick a fight The magic we share is worth the care Finding our calling is like not falling When we are aware Instead of being in despair Allowing ourselves time to compare Having a...

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How pedestrian of you not to think outside your box I understand sketchy neighbourhood being too afraid to stop I don't mean to be insulting pedestrian has more meanings but not one of them speed bump and as you rock it in your three ton cozy bassinet mind two wheels despite your vigor is not a speed impediment and don't believe that that last text is truly a matter of life and...

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Should I write, or should I chill. I do this every night, and almost against my will. Words swarm in. Poaring like rain. I just want to drink my beer and relax, but they maintain. How can you win, when the one you're fighting is you. Either fight or except it, are my only options to do. I love to...

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FRENETIC SERENITY IN OVERDRIVE God, grant me . . . . The serenity to accept the list of things I cannot change, (But show me daily how to shorten the list and make cannot into can); . . . . The courage to change the things I can, (But give me the sheer brass neck To try and...

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Digital nodes stimulate my impulses into a frenzy of organic delight Caught in a synaptic crossfire, I sigh....

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