Living in an open book,
I am everywhere I look,
I thought I took a wrong turn,
Feeling the fire burn,
I yearn for peace.
Releasing my hold,
Dropping the load,
Eroding into the landscape,
There's no need to escape,
The lesson is taking shape,
I am the paper,
The vapor in the air,
I wrote every word there,
My story to share,
For those out there,
Looking for a reason to care,
Life may not seem fair,
Careful of overreacting,
You may be redacting some content,
Seeking consent,
For how your day went,
Letting another use the pen,
Until you say when,
Rising up again,
Writing your way in,
The firing pin,
Locked in position,
Awaiting the decision,
Primed for the mission,
Exploding with precision,
I am spiritually driven,
I've written this story over and over,
Never crossing over,
The older I get,
The more I see it,
I am perfecting my gift,
A rift within the present,
Choosing different,
Changing each instant,
The end is in the distance,
I see another chance,
Will I return for another dance,
Or play in the expanse,
I love this experience.
Hope y'all are enjoying the chapter your writing.
Pain has found its way back in
Weaves through my brain
Caught in the feeling
That i should be blamed
Stop with the crying
I'm just overreacting
Nevermind the broken doors
And holes on proud display
I'll just hide outside
Out of your way
For those who lack conviction
Aspirations stay but a mirage
And for those crafting mountains from mole hills
Detriment a deadly barrage
Believers of strange eyes upon them
Flaunt shame as a wristed corsage
And without the courage to soften their hackles
Lie confined in their mind's dank garage
Jongleurs of fabled failures
Treat their worry to massage
Subjecting the rest of their dreadful days
To vexation's entourage
Clever inventors of futuristic fear
Paste pictures to a specious collage
And blame the world around them
Imaginary Sabotage
Stunned by her beauty, our tongues would not work
We could not stop staring, she was a flaming goddess
A princess, a queen, the quintessential woman
We admired her from afar, afraid to get closer.
Her beauty might dazzle our eyes out.
Who is she? I asked, when I regained my speech.
Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty and passion.
Validation that I was not overreacting.
Alone
She was always alone
Making a shield out of her phone
Alone
So alone
The feeling engraved into her bones
Maybe it's because she doesn't act normal
She's not insane
But there are so many things in her brain
That makes her act out to escape
Even with others
She doesn't feel among
She's like a lone bird
Singing the broken melody of a sad song
So many thoughts run through her head
Thoughts she think people said
Every time she takes a walk
She thinks everyone just wants to talk
She says 'hello' and tries to smile
But she's just awkward and silly and feels so vile.
Maybe she's just overreacting
About the gaping hole that fills her chest
That she may never be with the others
And be loved by the rest.
She knows someone out there who loves and acknowledges her
And she loves them too
But some days are just hard
And filled with so much sorrow and rue.
I know this poem doesn't make sense.
It's not neat or organized like the rest
It's messy and lonely and runs through the lines
Of a blank page or document
Goodnight
People tend to overthink and overprocess this “love” thing and this thing called “relationship.” Somehow and for some reason, you want the “Perfect” relationship with “Imperfect” people.
Why does your mate have to be “PERFECT” when we are ALL imperfect, even you, including you, especially you?
A relationship does not consist of being “insecure” - Trust
A relationship is not obsession or controlling - Chill
A relationship is not separate this, separate that - Trust
A relationship is not yelling or arguing to get your point across - Chill
A relationship is not phone patrolling through your mate’s phone - Trust
A relationship is not overreacting - Chill
A relationship does not keep secrets - Trust
A relationship is patience - Chill
A relationship is not I, my, or me, but WE, US and OUR and when you both understand THIS, you will have a better, stronger, solid relationship.
Find the areas in your relationship where you need to “Trust and Chill,” and when you do, then Trust and Chill.
This is it. This is how they do it.
This is it. This is what they’ve done.
Breaking our National spirit, breaking our loved ones.
This is it. Tearing away our very fabric.
This it it. Breaking our institutions one by one.
NHS on its knees. Education crippled from now on.
This it it. Their coffers full of our money.
This is it. Begging on the streets more common.
Blaming us for their failings. Partying while we die alone.
This is it. So many just don’t care.
This is it. This is fascism in its full form.
This is it. The silent class war on our people.
This is it. This is what they want.
Civil unrest and the public in-fighting.
Hate and fear to prosper from now on.
You really don’t think so? You really think I’m overreacting?
Soon you’ll know poverty.
Soon you’ll know fear for what’s coming.
Soon you’ll know sorrow for what’s gone.
Substance or alcohol abuse,
Number one.
Joins a gang and carries a
Gun.
Makes bad decisions,
Impulsive.
Appears nervous,
Often disruptive.
Irresponsible with life
And finances.
Takes a lot of risky
Chances.
High emotions, no emotions,
No in-between.
Always in trouble,
Can't get clean.
Inability to process the highs
And lows.
Running against the way the
Wind blows.
Completely shut down,
Overreacting.
Filled with doubt and
Self-loathing.
Inconsistent with no
Motivation.
Often ruins the family
Vacation.
Full blown mania,
Deep dark depression.
Super funny then
Full of aggression.
Takes everything and makes
It personal.
Always combative and
Confrontational.
Have problems paying
Attention.
Shows resistance to
Intervention.
CHILDHOOD TRAUMA SIGNS
Turbo 1904 ?
Although it matters not anywhere else my heart crushes for what it knows better to have...
I am overreacting and incapable of concluding the ordeal inside myself...
I know how vain and futile such an allowance of mind into obsession is...
Indeed a desperate man void of inspiration leaches on any hope...
This inspires the fire within...
Long a go the fire warmed my soul now so cold...
A stove of ash and coal...
How long shall I dwell within this fantasy so real?
Terror deep into that darkness scaring
Terror death shall bring out extremists
Death long I stood there provoking, declaring scaring
Terror I crave the terrorist, tearing
Terror you warned me about the sparer, not caring
Terror overreacting and overreaction with my militancy
I protest as I contest
I have dreamed of the elements
I crave the material, militant! Militants!
But in the fact that it was dripping
Still is whipping, still is whipping, whipping up destruction and terror
Much I marveled the material battlefield
The military melancholy mussing
Terror while I pondered, tearing and sealing just short of stealing
Terror deep into that darkness objecting
Terror death shall bring substances
“It’s that beating, “so I muttered
Terror picking up dead bodies that clutter
2/9/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
I thought I had maybe clicked to ignore six or seven poets on another site.
Being open minded, and flexible, I was horrified to see
I actually had blocked fourteen people
who had irritated me at one time or another.
I do not even know what they did, but I am a Gemini
This is no excuse, but I do know I react swiftly,
sometimes overreacting, without using the intelligence
Geminis are born with.
It was so liberating, freeing, and it made me happy to unblock them.
I cannot explain how or why, only that now there is nothing
standing between me and my fellow poets, including my temper
So thank you for the terrific idea, my darling new best friend!
It is as if an elephant sitting on my chest just hiccupped
and flew into the air in the form of a monarch.
How wise this was! I am grateful.
Knowing I would have never done it “on my own.”
I don't know
why I stayed
when I knew I deserved better.
You made me feel
as though
I was overreacting,
and selfish.
You said I don't drown
in an ocean
I stick my face in a
puddle.
You say the waves that crash
into me
are only cars
driving over puddles.
You told me I was faking it.
I believed you
and coped
with alcohol and drugs.
I got rid of you.
I still feel like I'm
faking,
overreacting,
lying,
like I don't deserve better.
The boy cried, as his anxiety becomes his fear,
Yes, that boy, whom the world thought , doesnt shed a tear .
He was strong no more, not strong enough;
To face the rest of the pack,who believed he was tough.
What the people,the world, failed to realise;
was that ,he was a boy ,his heart wasn't ice.
He thought, overthought until he could think no more ;
For he had become the lion ,who couldn't roar.
The world said "You don't cry." "You are strong."
"You are a fighter."- and he proved them wrong.
"You're overreacting" "you're an attention seeker" "You dont have to be such a crybaby" is what he was told;
He became a misfit, an outcast, the lion who wasnt bold.
This went on for a day, by the week it was gone,
People became normal, though still the same.
As for the boy, he laughed, he loved, he lived ,he tried.
He became the lion, the world couldnt tame .
My best friend hasn't called me all day
I wonder what excuse she's going to say
This has been taking place for a long time
I must complete this paradigm
one day she'll realize the error of her ways
for mine is a friendship that never sways
still I must watch out for myself
this pain will subside if I cease to heartfelt
other than that I've had a blessed day
and hope this doesn't prohibit my sleep I do pray
this doesn't feel as one should on the inside
I wish my feelings I could hide
I'm sure I'm overreacting over this
I tend to do that tis
I wish you all a wonderful Christmas
may those be blessed who celebrate from a distance
It's true no one like you when you're 23
You don't even like you when you're 23
Filled with questions.
With doubt, over and over.
Scared about what path to pursue.
What future awaits.
Funny how people easily disregard.
Your feelings when you're 23.
Saying that you're overreacting.
That you're scared of responsibility.
Yes, I am scared.
But never with responsibilty.
Im scared.
Because no one understands.
No one really cares.
Friends doesn't stay.
Love doesn't last.
Everything is temporary.
Even being 23.
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